The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 138 - 98: The Abnormal Whistle2

After being expelled from the mutual market by Tantai, he sohow acquired more Spirit Stones and finally gathered enough money to purchase the elixir. Thus, he returned to the mutual market. The guards intended to drive him out, but they couldn’t withstand his persistent pleading. He swore that once he bought the elixir, he would leave imdiately and never bother anyone again. Eventually, they let him in to buy the dicine pills... Of course, the most important reason was that he had slipped a few Spirit Stones into the hands of each guard.

If Ning Xiaoxian knew that Liu Manzi dared to break the rules of the mutual market and deceive her just to buy a Soul Reviving Guide that she had put up for sale, she would probably have to bitterly smile at the irony.

Liu Manzi found a secluded place to swallow the Soul Reviving Guide and waited patiently for a few monts, full of hope. As expected, his injuries gradually began to heal. The secret dicines refined by Changtian were certainly effective. He sighed deeply in relief, first filled with ecstasy upon realizing he had saved his own life. But then, he began to pity himself, recalling the Clearing Void Sect that had expelled him, the dog-like miserable life he had been living these days, and Master Tantai who had severed three of his fingers.

His teeth clacked together in anger, and a malicious light shone in his eyes: "Clearing Void Sect, huh, one day, I will make you regret this until your dying breath!"

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anwhile, Ning Xiaoxian contentedly returned to the small courtyard she rented and handed over the immortal grass seeds to Changtian. As to which seeds should be planted and how to plant them, she left those trivial issues to the steward of God Demon Prison. She didn’t need to worry about them. The sensation of stealing a mont of leisure ti felt wonderful. Cuddling with her pillow, she went to play a ga of chess with Zhou Gong’s daughter.

Unfortunately, so people simply couldn’t stand to see her at leisure. Just as she had drifted off to sleep, soone knocked on her courtyard door.

This was highly unusual. The number of people who knew she was living here was very limited. Could it be...

She rubbed her eyes and opened the door, only to see a person of average build and an expressionless face standing outside—indeed, it was the whistle. She was montarily speechless. This person had very coolly stated that after imparting his skills, there would be no further ties between them, so why was he now knocking on her door?

However, a visitor is a guest, and since he was, in fact, her instructive benefactor, she couldn’t possibly leave him standing outside. She invited him in, brewed so fine tea with great diligence, then sat down quietly, with her knees drawn together and her hands placed on her legs, arranging herself into the most ladylike posture she knew, ready to listen attentively.

Whistle: "..."

Conversations with Whistle were undoubtedly unpleasant. The man hardly ever initiated a conversation, leaving her desperately searching for topics to discuss, but they would often end up in an awkward silence after only a brief exchange. However, when the recent movents within Rock City were ntioned, Whistle did recall that the number of Cultivators in the city had increased substantially for so unknown reason.

"What other reason could there be... It must be because the Autumn Tea Festival is coming," she said sowhat dismissively.

Whistle shook his head and said, "No. In the years past when the autumn tea was harvested, there hasn’t been such an influx of Cultivators, and moreover, they seem to be mbers of the Immortal Sects."

Her sixth sense told her that this sudden increase in Cultivators was unsettling Whistle, but why? "How do you know they are from sects and not Loose Cultivators?" she inquired.

Whistle fell silent then awkwardly changed the subject, asking her, "Where is Sister Tan? She seems not to be ho."

"She seems to have gone to do the household registration at the governnt office. Although Rock City officials allow private houses to take in guests during the autumn tea harvest, one must still register at the Prefecture Office and pay taxes. Even though the tax rate is not high, this is one of the sources of fiscal revenue for Rock City. If anyone conceals the information and fails to pay, the officials will not only confiscate the rental inco but also impose a fine."

How do the officials keep track of private houses taking in guests? Ning Xiaoxian truly admired the city lord for devising such a cunning tactic—while the governnt may not know, the neighbors certainly would. If the house takes in guests and fails to register at the governnt office within three days, neighbors can report it. If the governnt’s investigation verifies the report, 30% of the confiscated rental inco will be rewarded to the informant neighbor!

Today marked her third day of residence, so Tan Qinghe would definitely have to find ti to go to the Prefecture Office to complete the registration process.

Ning Xiaoxian looked at Whistle and found him quite peculiar today. Even though they had nothing left to say, he could still sit there with eyes on the nose, nose on the heart, fixating on the tea on the table without moving. Was he coming to her courtyard to practice ditation like an old monk? But she had to enter the God Demon Prison for her practice session in the afternoon and didn’t have ti to accompany him indefinitely.

After a while, Whistle finally muttered, "Sister Tan should be back by now. Today I brought sothing from the rchant team for her. Could you accompany over there?" No sooner had he spoken than he saw the girl across from him casting an utterly disdainful look at him! Even with his thick skin, hardened by years of weathering, he couldn’t help but blush.

So, this was the purpose of his charade. He wanted her to accompany him to knock on Tan Qinghe’s door! She knew that a widow’s doorway attracted gossip, so Whistle did not dare to approach the charming widow’s ho alone as a man. But what about herself, Ning Xiaoxian, a young unmarried woman? Why did he feel no burden entering her courtyard?

Her sharp gaze made Whistle feel sowhat faint. It wouldn’t be proper to just knock on a young lady’s door like that, but subconsciously, he felt that Ning Xiaoxian wouldn’t mind. Besides, she would be leaving Rock City in a few days and wouldn’t have to bear the gossip of others. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation tickets and Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)