The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 243 - 153: Is Buying a Bed Really That Difficult?

The Qishou nodded at him without saying a word, clamped the bag in its mouth, and turned to leave. The bag looked not too small, but in the Qishou’s large jaw, it appeared incredibly tiny.

This Ren Beast strolled leisurely along the main street until it disappeared into the distance. Ning Xiaoxian hadn’t recovered her senses yet; indeed, demons all have different temperants—most are fierce, but there’s also the quirky Cat Demon, Ahua. Today, she had encountered another Holy Beast. However, in her view, it’s not that the Qishou is benevolent, but rather that it simply chooses not to harm others, and it doesn’t seem particularly fond of Humans either.

In front of the Taste Workshop, the queue hadn’t ford again yet, so the mont she looked up, she saw a small flag planted on the storefront with the words that made her feel thunderstruck: "The salt-baked chicken loved by Lord Qi." At that instant, she thought she was back in Huaxia, where food ads frequently bear the caption "favorite food of a popular host."

It seed the Qishou was a regular at the Taste Workshop, and the owner of the workshop considered it a great honor that the Qishou ca to his store to buy chicken at. When she finally made it to the front of the shop after about half an hour and quietly asked the owner the sa ten salt-baked chickens: "How co a Ren Beast cos to your store to buy things?"

The owner, having been asked this question frequently, imdiately puffed up his chest and said, "My chicken at is the best; Lord Qi has been visiting every half month for over a decade."

"Where does it live?"

"The old fellow is the guardian Holy Beast of Yunxiao Palace, naturally residing atop Qingjing Mountain north of Shuangyu City."

"Has it ever spoken to you?"

"Uh... that it has not. Hey, young lady, take the chicken and go quickly, there’s a line behind you." The shopkeeper beca displeased with being questioned and started to rush her.

She found a quiet place, stored the special product in her storage bag, then asked Qiongqi: "If the Ren Beast does not harm lives or tread on flowers, doesn’t it eat vegetarian? Why would it co to buy this aty food?"

Qiongqi chuckled and said, "Mistress is indeed clever, spotting the crux imdiately. The mortals in Shuangyu City are foolish, actually believing it to be a Holy Beast. The bloodline of this Qishou is sowhat mixed, no longer the pure lineage of its ancestors from the Ancient Tis, so its food preference becoming more diverse is not strange."

"I don’t possess Lord Changtian’s Demon Eye and can’t see its form; I can only sense its aura, but I dare confirm, it still falls under the category of ’demon.’ The more mixed the bloodline, the more likely the demonic nature might change. If one day it suddenly decides to eat Humans, that wouldn’t be surprising."

She shrugged; it was only her inquisitive nature after all. Assuming there truly cos a day when the Qishou eats a Human, she won’t be in this city anyway; truly no need to worry over trivialities.

Lord Changtian required her to stay outside for a full 24 hours before she could enter the Demon Prison. She took four hours to reach Shuangyu City, leaving eight more hours to kill.

She felt a bit uneasy, unsure how the surgery in prison was progressing. Before leaving, she heard Changtian instructing Qiongqi to refine various ergency elixirs, including Soul-saving Incense. This incense can keep a dying person alive for thirty minutes. Given Changtian’s Divine Skills, if he had to resort to such asures, the risks associated with the Blood Exchange Technique were indeed trendous.

Changtian had sealed the entire lower layer, not even allowing Qiongqi inside, so the current situation inside was utterly obscure, known to no one but Changtian.

As for Wen Liangyu... after consuming two Qi-Blood Refilling Elixirs, he was cast a Sleeping Curse and heavily entered dreamland, leaving him as the only conscious person in the entire lower layer.

Where to go now? Suppressing the restlessness in her heart, she contemplated and decided to visit the Artifact Workshop, hoping to set up so fine furniture for her new den. She’d been longing for a comfortable, large bed for a long ti.

But the result was disappointing. This county’s Artifact Workshop, of course, included a Woodworking Workshop, but the workshop only accepted custom orders. The idea of picking out ready-made furniture like in Huaxia was out of the question! There were only three woodworking shops in total, each perated with the strong sll of sawdust. A simple wooden partition divided each shop into two areas: the front for receiving custors and the back for the craftsn, with the sound of planing and sawing incessant.

She inquired at each shop, and the response was the sa; they only took orders and at best, the furniture would be ready in seven days. For refined beds like the Qiangong Step Bed favored by prestigious houses, each day of work equates to one day’s labor, requiring a three-year wait!