The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 175 - 118 Tracking and Counter-Tracking

Changtian would certainly not treat her this way, but what about other demons or cultivators?

He chuckled and said, "Silly girl, you’re overthinking again. Haven’t I told you that on the path of cultivation, you should forge ahead with courage, and not harbor any other distractions?"

She obediently nodded her head.

"Then why don’t you listen to ?" he said leisurely, "Don’t think too much. With by your side, there will co a day when you will fear nothing in this world."

Yes, with him by her side, where in the world couldn’t she go, and what was there to fear? She pondered for a mont and finally, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Since Wen Liangyu had used a High-level Disguise Pill and looked like a normal person, there was no need for Tan Qinghe to deliver als to him every day. Now everyone in the Prefecture knew that "Liu," a servant transferred from the outer estate, had taken over the task of delivering als from Mrs. Xu Tan, and Tan Qinghe could leave with peace of mind.

No sooner had these few left than the Tan Mansion suddenly felt empty, but Ning Xiaoxian could no longer stay here. Liu Manzi hadn’t gone back today, aning Master Fan must have beco suspicious.

She didn’t have many personal belongings, which she quickly rolled up and tossed into the God Demon Prison. Where to stay next? There was a rather large inn nearby, with a third-floor room directly facing the Tan Mansion courtyard—a good spot for monitoring the activity below, right?

She had just taken a few steps then thought better of it and drew her foot back. Oh well, might as well be a snail this ti and live inside her own shell!

She took off the Demon Eye from her chest, leapt onto a large pagoda tree in the Tan Mansion courtyard, asured a few spots, and finally placed the Demon Eye in an abandoned bird’s nest. Great view, perfect angle—it could cover the movents of both courtyards without the branches obstructing the sight. Yes, this was the place. She clapped her hands in satisfaction and vanished into the God Demon Prison.

Several hours later, two n sneaked into the alley, ensuring no one was around, and then stealthily climbed over the wall into the Tan Mansion and into the small courtyard that Ning Xiaoxian had been living in for the past few days. Of course, the place was empty; the two of them weren’t surprised and began rummaging through the house.

At this ti, Ning Xiaoxian was naturally hiding inside the God Demon Prison, listening to Changtian’s live broadcast. After finishing her howork, she had just begun to gnaw on a popsicle when she heard news of the petty thieves’ intrusion.

Hawthorn was in season in September, but waterlons were almost out of season. She had bought a bit of each yesterday. While Changtian was keeping watch over the Tan Mansion, she was extrely bored and thought about making sothing to eat. After so consideration, she decided that it was best to gnaw on a popsicle to fend off the late autumn heat. Such treats, worth only one or two yuan in Huaxia, were nowhere to be found here.

Where to find a mold? Easy, this is a Mountain City, wouldn’t it be easy to just use what’s at hand? She silently apologized to Tan Qinghe in her heart, then broke off a few pieces of young bamboo in the Tan Mansion courtyard about the thickness of a teacup. With swift strokes of her Tusk, she turned them into bamboo tubes.

She hollowed out the hawthorn one by one, removed the cores, and chopped them into fine pieces. She then blended the waterlon into juice, poured them both into her homade film bags, and carefully placed them inside the bamboo tubes. The waterlon was sweet enough without adding sugar. The film was in fact made from the intestines of sheep; they were dried out and rubbed with fat and bran to soften them until they beca thin and strong film.

She dropped two bamboo sticks into each section of bamboo tube, then went to find Changtian. He had long been used to her using him as an all-in-one human food chiller, blender, or oven... Now no longer pretending to be fastidious, he released the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Fire, rapidly cooling the bamboo tubes in her hand without harming her fingers. She often thought that Changtian really had foresight, as if he had predicted thousands of years ago that he would be doing all kinds of things for her, which is why he had refined his Innate True Fire with so many functions...

Seeing her standing there giggling to herself, Changtian wasn’t sure what to say, but at the sa ti, he felt a sense of relief. Whenever this girl started concocting food in various ways, it ant her mood had improved; it seed that the gloom from a few hours ago had already dissipated.

She offered a bamboo tube to Changtian, but he shook his head, uninterested.

Fine, the handso guy has his pride, unwilling to be seen gnawing on a popsicle, so she might as well eat it herself. She pulled the popsicle out of the bamboo tube, peeled off the outer sheep’s gut, and started to lick it. Sour and sweet icy treats had always been her favorites! Qiongqi wistfully watched her eating the novel food, nearly drooling, but alas, it was only an image painted on a Pill Furnace, ant to consu Fire, not ice.