The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 216 - 139: The Most Beautiful2

Mo Guai couldn’t help but feel that this fellow was unearthly beautiful; it turned out he indeed was a demon, and not just any demon, but the most powerful one she had ever encountered—the Mid-stage Refining God! Changtian added, "Hmm, he might be a descendant of an ancient lineage, a Tushan Descendant!" Under the gaze of such a demon with formidable cultivation, her Disguise Pill had already lost its effect.

No wonder this fellow had stared at her several tis; it turned out he had already seen through her true identity!

This handso man exuded an eerie aura from every aspect, and Fatty Ren didn’t take any rash actions, but instead clasped his fists and asked, "Who might you be, sir? What urgent matter brings you chasing after us in the dead of night?" He had already determined that this person had co looking for trouble. In this world where demons run amok, a beautiful girl or a chubby chap could potentially be a thousand-year-old demon, let alone this man who appeared exceedingly suspicious in both his actions and appearance. If at all possible, it was better to avoid trouble. Although they had a nurical advantage, they weren’t confident in their ability to take on a great monster.

"Are you the leader?" The man turned towards him, "If I haven’t miscalculated, there should have been a small unit that passed through here. It seems you all played a dirty trick on them, didn’t you?"

The faces of the n in the camp changed color. Based on past experience, the official stance of Rock City toward the horse bandits was never lenient. Had they known the bandits were up to murderous deeds here, they would send forces to exterminate them. With communication still undeveloped, they were unaware that Rock City had changed rulers and now had no ti to take care of them.

Before Ning Xiaoxian stumbled into their camp yesterday, they had indeed struck down a small team of people and horses, which was why the stench of blood lingered so long in the air. The caravan had only around a dozen n, poorly equipped, but possessed of considerable gold and silver treasures, making them a fattened lamb. The horse bandits also found it strange. Usually, such individual travelers would travel in the safety of large rchant teams; they couldn’t understand why this group was in such a hurry to enter the wilderness, but it surely worked to their advantage.

These n had also thought of killing Ning Xiaoxian to silence her before leaving. Now that the sly-looking man had bluntly exposed their deeds, naturally everyone present harbored a murderous intent.

Fatty Ren placed his hands behind his back, gesturing a downward slash to his band of pretty demons. Even Ning Xiaoxian, an outsider to the fray, understood that this gesture ant only one thing: "Kill!"

Before the horse bandits could react, she rolled her eyes and suddenly shouted at the handso man, "You... be careful, they have evil intentions!" Her voice was filled with panic and urgency.

As the beautiful demon approached, everyone took a few steps forward, except for Ning Xiaoxian, who retreated a bit. She backed up against a big tree at the edge of the camp, holding two children in her arms, curled up her body, and tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Just kidding, no matter how fierce the horse bandits were, they weren’t as terrifying as this Great Demon. What she feared most was the demon man waving his hand and wiping out everyone, including her. Changtian had said that in the eyes of the Great Demon, mortals were no more than ants. Would this demon man consider her an exceptional ant among the masses and spare her when he killed? She wasn’t optimistic.

Therefore, it was better to curry favor with him as early as possible. Although both she and this demon man knew that the favor was so negligible it was barely there, still, she had shouted out, right? That signified she was on his side, didn’t it?

So when he began his slaughter later, there would be a greater chance of him sparing her, right?

That’s why intelligence is paramount, intelligence is wealth. The ignorant are fearless; if this band of horse bandits knew that the demon before them was at the Divine Refining Stage, how could they muster even a sliver of resistance? But she, Ning Xiaoxian, knew, and she also had an advantage—that the Great Demon didn’t realize she had discerned his true cultivation level. If he appreciated her kind warning, she might truly have a chance to survive his ordeal!

She stared intently into the demon man’s eyes, and after her shout, she indeed saw his attractive eyebrows rise sharply, glancing at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

There it was, her chances of surviving just went up to sixty percent!

The horse bandits, however, were shocked; everyone turned their heads to glare at her with hatred. But she stood too far back, and also the threat of the handso man was greater, so Fatty Deng gave her a grim look as if to say, "We’ll settle the score with you later." Since she had already blurted out their secret, he no longer held back, waved his hand, and the horse bandits charged forward!

This gang of desperados were skilled at group fights. Now, as they drew their weapons, it might seem chaotic, but their roles were already assigned. Among the thirty or so people, five led the charge, each wielding a two-foot-long horse saber. This kind of long and thin-edged saber was particularly suited for slashing and cleaving. This included the man with a face full of flesh who had unsavory intentions towards Ning Xiaoxian. Silently, he charged forward and slashed diagonally at the handso man’s chest!

A few others circled to his rear, their long sabers aiming for the joints of his lower body. One solid hit and the opponent’s knees would be severed, leaving him nothing but a fish on the chopping block.

This first wave of attack was just probing, yet it was already with the intention to kill or cripple the opponent. These n, who lived with wolves in the wilderness, had the ruthlessness of a wolf pack.

The beautiful demon sighed helplessly: "They do not see the coffin without shedding tears, why are mortals so ignorant?"

He raised his hand, palm upwards, and placed it in front of his chest. His wrists were as white as jade, his fingers slender, yet from his palm a huge Red Lotus blood. The lotus seed to be at the peak of its radiance, each petal perfect in form, as if made of fresh blood or red jade, radiating a strong sense of shock and recklessness, so out of place in this forsaken wilderness.

Changtian spoke in an unhurried voice, "This is his Magic Artifact." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it with a recomndation ticket or Monthly Ticket at Qidian [qidian]. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)