The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 183 - 122 Master Fan’s Command2

Is there any other useful piece of information? She reviewed Baozhu’s mories once again and finally ca across a snippet of conversation:

When I went to the small kitchen this morning, a kitchen maid ntioned inadvertently that "Liu" hasn’t co to get food for Second Young Master Wen for two days. Soone nearby chid in and laughed, "Didn’t you know? Second Young Master Wen went to an outer estate for convalescence, and Liu followed him there. No need to send his als anymore."

The kitchen maid suddenly realized and then complained, "If he needed to be sent for recovery, why didn’t he go earlier? It’s a contagious disease; it’s made everyone anxious and scared for years." The people in the kitchen all nodded along. Second Young Master Wen didn’t hold much status in the house; who would speak up for him?

That’s it, the whereabouts of Wen Liangyu!

At this mont, the voice of Changtian resonated from the sky: "Did you find out? It’s ti to co back."

I’ve found it, but how do I inform Changtian while I’m trapped in Baozhu’s body? As she was worrying, Changtian then said: "Close your eyes; I will pull you out."

As soon as she closed her eyes, a wave of intense discomfort struck her, as if plunging from the fiftieth floor to the ground level in an elevator, experiencing the dreadful sensation of an instant fall. The process seed exceedingly brief, yet also endlessly prolonged.

Ning Xiaoxian suddenly sat up, panting heavily, with cold sweat dripping down her forehead. Soone gently rubbed her head; she turned around and saw the unmistakable care in those golden eyes.

"Aside from dizziness and a headache, do you feel any other discomfort?" Seeing her distress, he felt a twinge of pity. Ordinary people were not suited for delving into others’ Divine Souls through the Soul Searching Technique; although this girl was strong-willed, she couldn’t fully withstand it. Sigh, he should have ignored her wishes and directly extracted the maid’s Divine Soul for review.

"No," she replied, feeling nauseous and slightly pale. Changtian knew this was a sequelae of her Divine Soul being forcibly separated from Baozhu’s after synchronizing. The Soul Search Technique caused more harm to the intruder. He gently massaged her temples and sent a stream of Divine Power to soothe her before her body finally relaxed.

Baozhu continued to sleep quietly, showing no reaction.

"How long was I inside?" If Baozhu was away for too long, it would arouse suspicion.

To that, he said, "Don’t worry, it was only half a mont."

It seed thoughts really processed swiftly. She felt like she had gone through a lifeti in the dream, yet in the real world, only a few minutes had passed.

When Ning Xiaoxian walked out from the God Demon Prison, she had transford into Baozhu’s appearance and swapped their clothing and hairpins, even matching her hairstyle.

She first completed the task Baozhu had for going out – to buy items for City Lord Wen from Xunfang Zhai. Although the na Xunfang Zhai sounded glamorous, it was just a pastry shop; she was to buy the shop’s signature osmanthus cakes, which City Lord Wen had always been fond of sweet treats.

Returning to the Prefecture went smoothly; her face was a free pass. After entering, she walked with confidence, and if greeted, she simply nodded her head lightly – the personnel composition of City Lord Wen’s House was not too complicated: City Lord Wen, Master Fan, Young Master Wen, and Housekeeper Wu. As the Chief Maid close to the City Lord, she was treated like a boss’s secretary in modern tis and not a helper like Qinghe. Besides the aforentioned individuals, there was truly no need to fear anyone in this house.

First, she visited City Lord Wen’s study to deliver the osmanthus cakes. Once given permission to enter, the first thing she saw was not City Lord Wen but Master Fan sitting in a chair facing the door!

This shock wasn’t light, but fortunately, she was prepared to run into Master Fan at any ti and any place. Thus, while surprised internally, there was no change in her facial expression or heartbeat.

City Lord Wen continued to write, and she respectfully placed the osmanthus cake on his desk before turning to pour two cups of tea, handing them to Wenger and Master Fan. Having observed Baozhu’s every move in advance, she now mimicked them perfectly, even down to the habit of slightly raising her little finger when pouring tea.

Afterward, she stepped aside, bowing her head and waiting quietly for their command.

City Lord Wen kept writing, only Master Fan glanced at her up and down.

Ning Xiaoxian felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Had she done sothing wrong that gave her away?

Fortunately, Master Fan’s attention was not focused on her; after taking a sip of tea, he waved her away. She promptly bowed and quietly exited the room.

"For Young Master to salute you two, you’re not afraid of cutting short your lifespans!" She secretly applied the philosophy of Aq, adopting Baozhu’s stride, unhurriedly distancing herself.

Walking through the winding corridors, autumn’s breeze gently fluttered, and leaves of blue and green interspersed made their way into her palm. It seed that in Mountain City, the lavish sumr days had reached their end, and the stern autumn was on the cusp.

In Baozhu’s mory, Master Fan had said that having Baozhu deliver als to the people in the woodshed was approved by City Lord Wen. If this were true, then both City Lord Wen and Master Fan were birds of a feather; if false, then Master Fan truly dominated this house alone, covering the sky with one hand.

With thoughts swirling, she shortly arrived at the small kitchen. The kitchen maid greeted her with a smile, "Miss Baozhu, you’ve co early today. Please wait a mont; the als will be ready soon!"

She held her head high and simply "hmm" in response without confirming, walking away from the kitchen. September was still a bit hot, and Baozhu disliked standing in the kitchen enduring the heat.

She had only stood outside for a short while when footsteps approached from behind, and soon soone grabbed her wrist, laughing, "Baozhu!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welco to cast your recomndation votes and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)