The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 166 - 113 Muddying the Waters to Catch Fish2

Second Young Master Wen recalled that many alleys had this Array: "It seems that this person is very familiar with the terrain of Rock City, otherwise how could he arrange the Array so precisely."

Ning Xiaoxian expressed her confusion: "What I don’t understand is, during the tea party period, cultivators from all over are gathering in the city. How dare this person make a move at this ti?"

Wen Liangyu sneered: "It’s precisely because there are too many cultivators in the city, and a large portion of them are Loose Cultivators, that he dares to act, taking advantage of the chaotic situation. Miss Ning, you might not know, Rock City and Clearing Void Sect have long established a secret agreent, explicitly stating that the Clearing Void Sect will not station secret agents in the city or interfere with the affairs of Rock City. In contrast, unless there is an earth-shaking event, Clearing Void Sect would also absolutely not intervene."

So there was this layer of agreent, no wonder Rock City has developed explosively in recent years, it turns out Clearing Void Sect adopted a laissez-faire approach! She nodded. Rights and duties inherently complent each other, this was very clearly written even in high school political textbooks. Since the Clearing Void Sect willingly gave up many rights within Rock City, then Rock City could not expect the immortal sect to fulfill all duties.

Hearing this, she was struck with a thought. She had originally thought that this Second Young Master was rely a noble son nurtured within deep mansions, who knew he was so knowledgeable about the secrets and situations of Rock City, it seems this person is also very remarkable.

The two exchanged glances, understanding each other: "This person knows the intricacies between Rock City and Clearing Void Sect, it seems he is not rely a passerby criminal." Suddenly, Wen Liangyu thought unreasonably: "Could this person be related to the corruption case of Wen Residence?"

He felt vaguely as if he grasped sothing and was eager to sort it out as soon as he returned, so he quickly took his leave. By this ti, the courier with the paper whistle had already arrived, escorting Tan Qinghe and Chengcheng away.

With a man back in the house, and given what happened today, Tan Qinghe couldn’t help but take him as her pillar of support, her eyes reddened at the sight of him, wishing she could throw herself into his arms. Fortunately, she rembered that this was the bustling governnt office and did not show too intimate a manner on the spot. Even so, Ning Xiaoxian couldn’t help but smile bitterly, thinking that the news that the most charming young widow of Rock City finally has a suitor would spread in no more than two days.

Back ho, Ning Xiaoxian noticed that Tan Qinghe had no appetite and thus volunteered to cook. Everyone was in no mood to eat, so she whipped up several quick dishes: Kung Pao chicken, hand-torn cabbage, and a bowl of appetizing hot and sour soup. Mountain City didn’t have squid mustaches, so she substituted with the commonly found pickled bamboo shoots finely chopped to replace them.

While cooking, the whistle-bearer entered the kitchen. He had been rushing back to help the rchant team, but unexpectedly such an incident happened near the residence. After listening to Ning Xiaoxian briefly explaining everything in a few words, he pondered: "If they wanted to abduct a child, there are more suitable puppets or ghosts, why specifically command the Yellow Turban Warriors? These beings lack intelligence, otherwise, they wouldn’t openly kidnap under your watch."

"In your opinion?"

"I suspect that the person neither possesses suitable spirit beasts nor practices evil external paths."

Ning Xiaoxian’s heart stirred, "A person who practices orthodox Immortal Techniques doing this?" The whistle’s words were also a possibility. This person had rich experience, often able to spot details others had not seen.

Whistle said: "Anything is possible... Huh? What are you making?"

"Making a rice ball for Chengcheng."

Seeing that Chengcheng also appeared sowhat disheartened, evidently scared by Gouzi’s ordeal. Although this little fellow had bullied him before, what grudges among children cannot be dissolved? He instead began to worry about Gouzi. Knowing that verbal consolation was sowhat powerless, Ning Xiaoxian decided to change things up and made a "napti little bear egg-wrapped rice". This was a popular bento style in Huaxia before she ca to this world, very much beloved by children at the ti.

The egg-wrapped rice was still a novel way of eating here. The appearance of this al was like a cartoon bear baby napping. She added a few drops of soy sauce to the white rice, turning it into a brown color, thus creating the skin tone of the bear. Then adding sesa and at floss, she shaped the rice into a big clump and four small clumps for the body, head, two ears, and one hand. After assembly, the bear’s body was complete.

She coated a pan with a layer of oil, spread out an egg crepe, continuing to ask while cooking: "In another two or three days, the rchant team will be leaving. Are you going with them, or staying behind?" This wasn’t her place to ask, but her sympathy overflowed. Ah, to leave Sister Tan, such a tender beauty, uncared for was just too heart-wrenching.

The whistle-bearer was stunned, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes, it was a long while before he spoke softly: "I would love to stay, but unfortunately, I cannot. I know her life as a widow and orphan is not easy, yet my departure is the best protection for them."

He suddenly smiled. This was almost the first ti Ning Xiaoxian saw him smile, but this smile contained traces of severity, sadness, and even ferocity, making his ordinary face appear twisted and dark. He said word by word: "For soone like who’s a fugitive, where do I have the right to stay?"

Ning Xiaoxian knew he carried secrets, but had not expected them to be so severe; all these years, he had been running from place to place with the rchant team, only because he dared not stay too long in one spot, fearful of enemies catching up?

She asked softly: "What about Sister Tan?" The egg crepe was ready. She cut a quarter of the cooked egg crepe. The remaining three-quarters will cover the rice to form the little bear’s blanket, and the last quarter folded into a rectangle to serve as the little bear’s pillow.(To be continued. If you like this work, welco to Qidian (qidian) to cast recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)