The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 274 - 168 Black Scale Armor2

He actually anticipated that she would sneak out and had prepared this treasure for her in advance? Ning Xiaoxian bit her lip and suddenly felt a sourness in her nose. Indeed, she was always causing trouble every other day; it would have been strange if Changtian hadn’t guessed her intentions, except that most of the ti, he was unwilling to quibble with her.

This soft armor was seamless and without a pattern, imdiately recognizable as the work of Changtian.

As soon as she slipped it over her head, she discovered that it was essentially a long-sleeved bodysuit, hanging down to her hips, with the top covering her collarbones. Besides that, the entire armor clung tightly to her body, ice-cold and comfortable. Her figure was already exceptional, and after frequent battles on her Westward Journey, she had fashioned several tube tops in the modern Huaxia style for herself to facilitate movent. Now, her curves were even more accentuated – protruding where they should, shrinking where they should, alluring and graceful. She stretched her limbs and found that the material of the soft armor had considerable elasticity, allowing her to move freely, and after wearing it for a while, she could barely feel its presence.

The soft armor was black and semi-transparent, adorned with fine, dense scales, yet felt smooth and supple to the touch. She also detected a faint, familiar scent.

"What material is this soft armor made of?" After putting it on, she let Qiongqi into the house.

"Mistress, haven’t you guessed?" Qiongqi paused in surprise, "It is refined from the snake shed of Lord Divine Monarch’s True Body."

Her hands paused their motion visibly. Snake shed? No wonder the scent on the soft armor was so familiar; wasn’t it the sa as the one she slled lying in his arms when she was recovering from her injuries? He actually used his own snake shed to make a Magic Artifact for her, she felt as though she was wearing his clothes...

The more she thought about it, the more her cheeks heated with a blush. Wearing this soft armor felt like being enfolded by him, indescribably intimate and strange. Clearly with a spirit like Tusk, the armor also conveyed a sense of affinity and tenderness to her.

"Lord Changtian began refining this Magic Artifact after you were heavily injured for the first ti, but he never did so in front of you," Qiongqi continued, unaware of her reaction, and then added, "Forgive my bluntness, but a significant part of the rapid depletion of Lord Changtian’s Divine Power was due to the making of this soft armor."

Her face rapidly turned from red to white. No wonder Changtian didn’t let her buy Protective Armor at the mutual market in Rock City; he had been secretly refining one for her all along.

"Lord Divine Monarch’s Divine Skills are indeed remarkable, but he is not particularly adept in the craft of Artifact Refining, especially since the material of this soft armor is his own snake shed." Qiongqi risked a glance at Ning Xiaoxian, and noticing her suddenly pale complexion, he stopped talking abruptly.

She bit her lip, urging him: "Go on."

"As you know, his Mysterious Netherworld Divine Fire is invincible against others, but it is too much effort to refine his own True Body’s snake shed... And Lord himself has been restrained by the Dragon Binding Rope, it took him a full two months to refine this treasure armor!"

Touching the soft armor on her body, she suddenly wanted to cry. Changtian had always prodded her to practice her skills diligently like a stern teacher, sotis she even complained that he was too idle himself, but she had no idea that his hardship was ten tis, a hundred tis more than hers! Top-grade Magic Artifacts always possess spiritual nature, not to ntion the Dagger Tusk; the effort he must have taken to make this soft armor recognize her, a re mortal, as its master – how trendous must that have been?

Changtian knew her temperant well, so he kept the making of the soft armor a secret. If not for her, his Divine Power would have allowed him to live several hundred more years easily.

This soulless man, isn’t he prideful? If he wanted to be good to her, why not do it openly and honestly, instead of doing it secretly to his detrint and her benefit?

"That’s it, I’ve spoiled too much!" Qiongqi watched as its mistress slowly sat down, buried her head in her knees, and started to sob softly. Feeling helpless at the mont, it waited for a dozen breaths, thinking it might be inappropriate to stay, then tiptoed quietly towards the door, preparing to sneak out.

But just a few steps away, the door of the wooden hut "clattered" shut. The mistress hadn’t lifted her head, yet her voice ca out muffled from her knees: "Don’t run! Keep talking, tell about the effects of this soft armor."

"Cough." It had no choice but to turn back, clear its throat, "This Protective Armor doesn’t require a taste of blood to recognize a master, like Tusk did. Simply by wearing it, it becos exclusively yours. Let’s not ntion features like being warm in winter, cool in sumr, and self-cleaning; it can block attacks from cultivators of the Body Integration Realm or demons of the Returning to Void Stage, even Divine weapons can’t harm you."

After a mont of thought, it added, "Well, it can also guard against water and fire, unless you choose to deactivate this feature yourself."

Protective Armor generally does not have many functions. Of course, what masters value most is the "protection" capability. Since the material of this soft armor is high-grade and can withstand the attacks of Body Integration Realm cultivators, it ans that even cultivators a rank or two higher than Tantai can’t penetrate it. Miluo’s cultivation is below Tantai’s, obviously, they can’t either, but they have other ans to restrain a re mortal, so wearing this Protective Armor does not make her completely fearless of them.

After staring at it for a long ti, Ning Xiaoxian asked, "Can it block Tusk’s attacks?"

Qiongqi was imdiately stunned, hesitated for a while, and then uncertainly said, "It should, right?"

She hesitated for a mont but didn’t dare to test it. If she ended up tearing the Protective Armor so painstakingly refined by Changtian, she would certainly be heartbroken. As soon as she had this thought, Tusk, attached to her waist, conveyed a sense of schadenfreude, while the soft armor seed very indignant.

Qiongqi ingratiatingly said, "Lord Divine Monarch originally intended to present it to you himself, please give this Protective Armor a na?"

She wasn’t skilled at naming. After thinking for a long ti, she hesitatedly said, "Black Scale Armor?"

The soft armor exuded a sense of joy, clearly happy with the na given. It could only be worn as an undergarnt, so Ning Xiaoxian put on a plain, curved hem robe over it.

Everything was ready; all that was missing was the East Wind! She composed herself and waited for daylight. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welco you to cast your recomndation ticket and Monthly Ticket at Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)