The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 169 - 115 Liu Manzi

"What should we do now? We cannot let him escape."

"But I can’t beat Liu Manzi."

"What’s so difficult about that?" Changtian pointed with his hand, "Qiongqi!"

"Present!" called Lord Changtian, Qiongqi naturally puffed out its chest and raised its head, ready for dispatch.

"Your previous master is outside. Can you deal with him?"

"By all ans!" The smooth reply made Ning Xiaoxian sweat, thinking how easily this creature sold out its forr master for glory. "First, revert to your original appearance."

Upon receiving the command, Qiongqi began to transform. Its dark shell gradually emitted specks of purple light and mysterious inscriptions began to carve into it. Monts later, a dazzling, extraordinary-looking Pill Furnace appeared. Lifting its lid, the swirling purple nebula inside could be seen. Ning Xiaoxian sighed, this creature indeed had the makings of a professional swindler.

"It’s all on you, don’t fail !" she picked up the furnace. Before Qiongqi could ask what "don’t fail " ant, she had already dashed out of God Demon Prison.

anwhile, Liu Manzi suspiciously conjectured toward the thin air: "Which senior has graced this place to make such a jest with ?" Just as he spoke, a blur flashed before his eyes, and that young girl reappeared right in front of him, standing exactly where she had been before, as if she’d never moved.

"You..." He stuttered. Despite usually being arrogant and bold, he now felt a chill down his spine. One thought settled in his mind: It must be so ghostly trick!

"Here, this is yours," the girl across from him held sothing familiar in her arms. Upon a closer look, wasn’t that his missing Pill Furnace! "Consider it returned to its rightful owner. Sorry I lied to you earlier!" With that, she threw the furnace towards him!

Liu Manzi, unaware of her intentions, instinctively caught it.

As soon as he looked down, a muffled and sleazy voice sounded from within the furnace: "Old master, I’ve finally found you!"

Usually, in his hands, this thing had remained utterly quiet, never making a sound. Liu Manzi was considerably frightened! Just when he tried to toss away the object in his hands, "BANG!" the furnace suddenly expanded ten tis its size, pinning him solidly underneath! He frantically struggled, but the cursed furnace had also beco as weighty as a mountain.

He possessed divine skills, but now using them one after another yielded no effect. Still, he was firmly suppressed by the furnace transford into a giant tripod, feeling utterly powerless as if an ant shaking a tree. Intent on using a bell to subdue his enemy, he found it had been squashed flat, rattling like a broken gong when shaken. There’s a kind of helplessness in the world known as "one force subdues ten etings," and he was the one being subdued, with the triumphant voice of the giant tripod echoing in his ears: "This is called ’Heavenly King covering the earthly tiger, Treasure Tower suppressing the River Demon!’"

Ning Xiaoxian, watching this ’turtle in a jar,’ couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Liu Manzi’s face swelled red, his eyes filled with humiliation and anger, looking as though Qiongqi had forcefully overpowered him a hundred tis over.

Under imnse pressure, he barely managed to squeeze out a few words: "What... what is going on?"

She shook her head and said, "I told you, it’s returned to its original owner, but sadly you’re not fortunate enough to enjoy it. Moreover, as the first human prisoner of the God Demon Prison, you should take pride in that." She reached out and collected this Three-Bearded Monk back into the God Demon Prison.

This guy, being a Cultivator at the Foundation Establishnt stage, had the audacity to use a High-level Magical Artifact like the Soul Capturing Bell against her, a human girl. Why should she bother fighting him when she could simply crush him with the Pill Furnace? In terms of cheating, who could surpass her?

After doing all this, she also began to feel worn out. The soul-piercing demonic sound had indeed injured her Divine Soul. Now she felt unwell all over and just wanted to close her eyes and lie down.

The gentle voice of Changtian arose by her ear: "You take a short rest, and I will refine elixirs in the anti." Using a tone infused with hypnotic power, Ning Xiaoxian yawned delicately, leaned against a pillar, and soon fell asleep.

Knowing she was both physically and ntally exhausted, he took sothing from his bosom. This object resembled a rhinoceros horn. Changtian casually broke off a piece, along with grabbing nurous herbs, and tossed them all into the Fu Yu Tripod.

The Mysterious Netherworld Divine Fire rose silently and steadily, Qiongqi revealing a pleasurable, indebted expression, seemingly quite comfortable being baked by this Divine Fire. As an Artifact Spirit that thrived on consuming fire, Changtian’s Innate True Fire was the perfect bait for it.

This batch of elixirs took an unprecedentedly long ti to refine, and the produced quantity was also unprecedentedly low—only one. Ning Xiaoxian felt as if she had slept through it all until Changtian gently woke her up.