The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 1068 - 584: Heaven’s Chosen Human

The second secret report ntioned that during the capture of the plague demon outside Chiming City, and the capture of the Eldest Young Master Qing Ji of Fengtian Prefecture in the Northwest Altaria Mountain, Ning Xiaoxian and Miluo both acted together.

If Ning Xiaoxian were here, she would undoubtedly be shocked by the precise depiction in these two secret reports, as though witnessing it firsthand. These reports are concise and to the point, describing the events without a single word of embellishnt.

Yet precisely because of this, it stirs the reader’s imagination endlessly.

At the end of the second secret report, there was a small line: Hidden Stream’s box at Bai Yujing is No. 732.

Jin Wuhuan reviewed these two secret reports repeatedly, as if trying to morize every word, before finally using True Fire to burn them to ashes.

"Good, good. What a pair of adulterers. Even if Manly Death wasn’t your doing, you’re still largely involved!" He slowly spat out these words through clenched teeth, then gave a cold glance at the confidant standing respectfully beside him, "You did handle things quickly this ti, didn’t you? How co I’ve got their news on my desk so soon?"

The confidant, knowing the master’s suspicions, bowed and said: "Master, I am ashad. It was not my investigation, soone had just sent a beggar child to deliver it to . By the ti I followed the beggar’s directions to chase them, they had already disappeared."

"Oh, what I want, soone outside knows at first instance?" Jin Wuhuan raised an eyebrow: "So it’s like soone wants to use ?"

The confidant dared not respond.

Jin Wuhuan sighed heavily. He only had this one useful clue, and the person who sent the reports obviously wasn’t afraid he’d refrain from taking the bait. This was an open plot, a naked open plot, but Grandmaster Jin could only jump in directly because he was indeed eager for revenge.

The confidant stood by for a while, seeing he was silent, then softly said: "If Mr. Miluo receives tragic news, I fear he’ll rush to the Central Capital as well?"

Jin Wuhuan sneered: "Correct. While those two haven’t t yet, we must get the clues of my son’s murder from Ning Xiaoxian’s mouth sooner."

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The next day passed by uneventfully.

Ning Xiaoxian was in Bai Yujing, primarily to watch over the sales of her Spirit Pills — Heavenly Residence had collected nurous herbs and Spirit Pills from Hidden Stream, and they were put on sale that day. The efficacy of Hidden Stream’s elixirs was renowned, and although it was the first ti Bai Yujing sold items from Hidden Stream, it caused quite a stir.

This ti, Heavenly Residence acquired over ten kinds of dicines from Hidden Stream, and many had miraculous effects, so the auction proceeds were quite substantial. According to the agreent, these funds were delivered to her that evening, totaling over five million Spirit Stones, with over four million left after deducting the Chamber of Comrce’s commission.

No matter the ti or space, the pharmaceutical business is indeed a lucrative trade. She weighed the hefty storage bag in her hand, feeling quite satisfied.

After settling the accounts, the moon had already risen by the ti she returned to the inn. Qingluan and Qi Zai were, as usual, absent, and she, pondering a bit, had no intention of going out again. She dragged Jiu Mo to find a table in the inn’s hall, ordered a few appetizers and a pot of fruit wine, and drank alone.

Jiu Mo had also been mostly silent these days, seemingly dispirited. Ning Xiaoxian popped a plum kidney bean into her mouth and teased her: "Elder He sent a ssage earlier, saying Tu Jin has finally co out of retreat, asking when we’ll return to the Ba Snake Mountain Range or if we want him to co to us?"

He ca out? Jiu Mo "ah"-ed, couldn’t help but look up, and found Ning Xiaoxian smiling at her, so she lightly coughed and said, "He ca out of retreat, so what?"

"Oh, really." Ning Xiaoxian deliberately lengthened her tone, "I told him to stay in Hidden Stream. We’ll go back after playing for another seven or eight months."

Another seven or eight months? Jiu Mo’s face fell, then she realized and glared at her unamusedly.

Ning Xiaoxian tipped back a cup of fruit wine, letting the laughter flow down her throat. At this mont, her keen hearing picked up a soft voice saying: "Could Master Uncle be lying? Saying that my opportunity has arrived, but it’s the fifth day of Bai Yujing’s auction, and I haven’t seen the Nanming Lihuo... mmm!"

The voice was soft and gentle, like a seven or eight-year-old girl whining playfully, and the complaint within sounded quite endearing. However, the last words were abruptly cut off, as if soone had muffled her. Sure enough, another female voice hurriedly said, "There are too many people and ears here; you didn’t even erect a barrier, and you dare speak nonsense!"