The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 248 - 155: The Nemesis of Chairs2

"Oh dear, don’t be angry. I also brought you a gift!" She eagerly presented her offering.

As she spoke, she crossed the North Gate of Shuangyu City. At that mont, an uproar erupted behind her, with soone shouting, "Up ahead, the thief is up ahead!"

Without saying more, she flipped herself onto the horse and cracked the whip. The horse dashed forward like an arrow.

Heh, Granny is taking her leave!

However, what she hadn’t expected was that the pursuers behind her relentlessly chased her for nearly fifty li before finally ceasing. She had never seen officials being so dedicated in their duties, and she couldn’t help but admire them a bit.

These civil servants are truly impressive!

Fortunately, the date-red horse she rode, bought with a hefty sum of gold, ran freely and joyously, leaving the pursuers further and further behind.

A few more days’ journey northward from Shuangyu City would take her into the territory of Yunxiao Palace’s Qingjing Mountain. The seven states west of Leizhou were all under Yunxiao Palace’s jurisdiction. This Immortal Sect had a relatively mild attitude towards mortals, and the Qishou Ning Xiaoxian had seen in Shuangyu City was the sect’s Divine Beast and Mountain God.

This also ant that her journey northward was pretty safe since she was already within the territory of the Immortal Sect.

So, the following days were sowhat monotonous.

The only minor episode was one day when she excitedly took out the finely carved yellow pear wood Taishi Chair, intending to present it to Changtian. This guy had been sitting on the ground in prison for tens of thousands of years—hadn’t he ever thought of getting a decent chair to sit on?

Thus, she diligently took out the chair and placed it into the Demon Transformation Spring...

Changtian and Qiongqi simultaneously cried out, "Don’t!"

But it was too late; she had already placed the chair firmly into the water. The Demon Spring was shallow, barely reaching the chair legs.

Then she heard a subtle crackling sound. Delicate frost patterns began to spread from the legs of the chair upward, blanketing the entire Taishi Chair within two breaths.

The frost flowers grew larger and thicker, soon forming a thick layer of solid ice, encapsulating the Taishi Chair inside.

Changtian sighed, gave a light tap on the back of the chair, and the Taishi Chair, worth over two hundred taels of silver and made of yellow pear wood, "crack" neatly shattered into a pile of icy fragnts!

What’s going on? She felt like crying without tears—two hundred taels of big silver! She rembered that it took several batches of elixirs to be refined before she could earn that much money!

Changtian felt sowhat embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said, "The Divine Power in the Demon Spring is ownerless. It will spontaneously latch onto anything put inside. This chair is a re mortal object, unable to withstand it, so..."

"Wait!" She quickly grasped the crucial point, "Am I supposed to co into contact with the Demon Spring once I complete my Body Refining?!"

"...Yes!"

"Won’t I end up like this chair, shattered into pieces?!" He had never ntioned that the Divine Power would be so violent—practically touching anything ans death. Even lifeless objects explode on contact, and it seems to have an affinity for icy properties. She has always been afraid of the cold...

"No, you’re underestimating the effects of Body Refining. Let alone completing it, even your current constitution has already left the realm of mortals behind." As soon as he finished speaking, a glint flickered in his hand, revealing a small knife he had taken from her kitchen.

With a flick of his finger, the knife betrayed its original owner and flew towards her with lightning speed. She couldn’t even react in ti—she only felt a slight coolness on her arm as the blade passed over her skin. She was taken aback and realized that even after gaming strength, speed, and agility from practicing with the straw man under Changtian’s control, and thinking she could match Changtian who didn’t use Divine Power, she was not in his league. This flying knife today showed that Changtian had always been holding back.

There was no pain. She looked at her arm to see the skin still fair with a blush, and where the knife passed, there was a white mark that was fading. She often used this knife to remove at scraps from bones, rembering it was quite sharp—why then, when cutting her, it couldn’t even pierce the skin?

"What’s this about?" She glowered at him, still shaking from the shock.

"In less than a month, you will complete your Body Refining. Right now, your body is undergoing its final transformation; your skin has beco tough, your viscera strengthened," Changtian explained, revealing a slight smile, "Unless it’s a Divine Weapon, ordinary iron now hardly has a chance of injuring you. Of course, if the opponent is powerful enough, it doesn’t matter if it’s common iron, even a plucked flower or a leaf could injure you."

Had she really beco so strong without realizing? Why didn’t she feel anything?

"In these days, you’ve been dealing with Cultivators and demons constantly, especially the likes of Hu Huoer, Tantai Yi, and Miluo—all of whom have a cultivation base of at least Nascent Soul. It’s hard to see your own progress when compared to them. But if you were to compare yourself to mortals, you’ve reached a ’non-human’ level. If you were to fight Whistle now, you’d have a forty percent chance of winning," he said.

"So, don’t belittle yourself, your progress is not insignificant. Once you complete Body Refining, you need not fear the Demon Spring," he added, seeing her smug expression turning into a sigh, "Actually, if you had not asked, there’s sothing I would have wanted to tell you myself."

Hm? Seeing his expression, she suddenly had an ominous feeling. When had this guy, who was always as cold as ice, shown such a guilty look before? Was this matter serious?

Her smile also gradually faded, "What is so important?"

"About your Cultivation practice. I’m sorry, I deliberately concealed a critical condition from you," Changtian said with his head slightly lowered, showing a hint of guilt, "Your body lacks a Spirit Root. Indeed, it is impossible for you to undergo Cultivation." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to cast a recomndation ticket, Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)