The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 155 - 107 Straw Bag2

"Uh!" Caught off guard by his words, Ning Xiaoxian’s face flushed to her ears, lucky for her the Disguise dicine concealed it, so others couldn’t tell, "No...nothing of the sort." She loathed her own stamring.

"Nothing?" Changtian’s voice imdiately turned very deep, filled with a dangerous air, "You’ve entered the God Demon Prison, let’s have a proper chat."

"Ahahaha! Aren’t we still in the City Lord Mansion? Let’s talk about serious matters, serious matters! That story between City Lord Wen and the demons is unavoidable." She swiftly changed the topic. A chat? Going in to be beaten up was more like it, wasn’t it? She had no such plans, especially since her relationship with him had been sowhat unstable recently, and the risk of accidental conflict was too high. It was better for her to stay cautious.

Changtian couldn’t be bothered to see through her: "I have told you before, a demon with over five hundred years of cultivation can transform into a human form. The demon that City Lord Wen encountered back then was probably young and beautiful in appearance."

Understood. "But why doesn’t Second Young Master Wen possess the ability to change his appearance if he has the bloodline of the Demon Clan?" She had heard from Changtian that many "Second Generation of Demons" had a shorter ti to master the Transformation Skill since they were born as demons.

"His human bloodline impedes the use of demonic power. If he wishes to cast any spell, he must first undergo a blood exchange. That is, he must replace one bloodline with either pure human or pure demon blood."

What a suffocating life! "So, doesn’t that make Second Young Master Wen quite pitiable? Looking neither human nor demon and unable to use magic."

"Nothing is absolute; there are pros and cons." Changtian didn’t see it the sa way, "You only see his pain when he’s human, but you never consider what his demon blood can bring him. Demons live far longer than humans, he could live for over two hundred years, more than double the lifespan of an ordinary human; even if he can’t use demonic power, his strength, speed might also far exceed that of humans, and he might even inherit so of the Demon Clan’s innate talents from his mother. In today’s world, these are abilities ordinary people can’t even wish for."

Ning Xiaoxian admitted that Changtian made sense. However, he had never lived within human society, and with his pride as a Divine Beast, he couldn’t possibly understand the inferiority, loneliness, resentnt, and pain felt by a half-demon who dares not show his true face among humans. In her view, the fact that Second Young Master Wen could maintain his composure was already very impressive.

Suddenly, she had a thought: "Is it possible for humans to beco demons or half-demons?"

Changtian laughed: "Of course, there is." He rembered that Ning Xiaoxian also had human lineage, yet she would have to practice Demon Cultivation in the future, a difficulty no less than what Second Young Master Wen faces learning spells. In fact, his plan for Ning Xiaoxian to undergo Body Refinent was to carve out a third way, but it was too early to talk to her about it now.

The trip in and out of the City Lord Mansion seed quite smooth. But she was almost at the mansion’s main gate, and there was soone blocking her way.

Looking at this person, she felt like sighing.

If there was a Second Young Master Wen in the Wen Residence, naturally, there would also be an Eldest Young Master Wen. According to Sister Tan, this Wen Liangjin, though nicely nad, was neither kind nor cautious.

The old residents of Rock City all knew that this Eldest Young Master was quite sothing. If you say he is a good man, his interest in food, drink, prostitution, gambling was not insignificant, and he had not been involved in a few instances of bullying n and oppressing won. It is just that City Lord Wen indeed managed Rock City very well, allowing everyone to tolerate the Eldest Young Master’s behavior. He liked to hook up with decent won and wouldn’t miss a chance to take advantage whenever he could; he also liked to harass widows like Qinghe for no reason. But if you were to call him a bad person, he hadn’t forced any civilians to death or been involved in bloodshed; the distance to being utterly bad with an oozing head and sore feet was still a good ten thousand miles away.

After hearing Sister Tan’s introduction, Ning Xiaoxian concluded that he was just a petty man, not deserving death, but annoying like a fly. Now this big fly was standing in front of her, blocking the way.

This fellow might have inherited his parents’ good looks, originally quite attractive, especially his phoenix eyes that could convey feelings, deserving the description of handso. Unfortunately, his lips were too red, his steps unsteady, clearly lacking Heart Power. Wen Liangjin smiled and said, "Miss Xu, have you co to bring food to that waste again today?" His eyes swept over her non-stop, and he said with a cluck of his tongue, "Living alone is hard, isn’t it? You seem to have lost weight recently."

A shiver ran down Ning Xiaoxian’s spine. Her figure was slimr than Sister Tan’s, but the only fly to vaguely notice the difference between the two won was this very incident after her long stay in the mansion.

Apart from the inconvenient fact that Wen Liangyu doesn’t show his true face, he had a sharper mind, more polite manner, overwhelming strength and speed, and even a lifespan double that of his Elder Brother. It’s a wonder who is the actual waste. The straw bag has been living for so many years, yet he hasn’t realized his brother is a half-demon, which is really quite odd. If she were outside the Prefecture, she had a hundred ways to deal with such a scoundrel, but now she was Qinghe. How did Sister Tan usually deal with this guy?

Oh, right, put on a stern face, "It’s just part of the job. Eldest Young Master, the old master is looking for you today to inquire about those rented shops." After all, City Lord Wen had entrusted the managent of several shops to Wen Liangjin, actually treating the inco as his allowance. Who knew good shops in the hands of this young master repeatedly lost money, and there were even creditors complaining yesterday. Eldest Young Master Wen was not in the Prefecture yesterday, and today the City Lord must inquire, so for her to give such a royal command was not flawed.

As expected, the face of Eldest Young Master Wen fell, obviously losing interest, grumbling a few words, he stopped bothering her and dawdled towards City Lord Wen’s study room. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to cast your recomndation ticket or Monthly Ticket on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.)