The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 283 - 173: Leaving the Team on One’s Own Accord

Seeing the dirt around the poisonous herb dug up, she lifted the jade knife, carefully gathering the roots bit by bit, as if it wasn’t rely a plant but a priceless jade ware. Through such delicate operations, she did not harm a single root. Finally, she let out a long sigh of relief and pulled the entire poisonous plant out of the ground with ease.

The man beside her also breathed a sigh of relief and urged, "Can we go now?"

She nodded, then suddenly asked, "What are you doing here anyway?"

The man was stunned for a mont before replying, "I was just curious... Third Lady, please don’t take it to heart."

"Mm-hmm," she responded while standing up, "I won’t take it to heart." As she walked past him, the man couldn’t help but step back, only to see her suddenly toss the poisonous herb in her hand at his face.

Ning Xiaoxian herself did not wear gloves when handling the poisonous herb, so the man instinctively reached out to catch it before realizing that this thing was highly toxic and deadly to the touch!

He instinctively threw the poisonous herb to the ground, feeling his palm itch and tingle, tremblingly he said, "This..." When he looked up to plead, the woman in front of him had disappeared.

Where did she go? He was shocked, just about to turn around when a sharp pain ca from the back of his head, followed by darkness enveloping him.

Taking advantage of him throwing the herb, Ning Xiaoxian had already moved behind him and struck him in the neck with a chop of her hand, knocking him out cold.

"Seeing as you’re so useless, I’ll spare your life," she said as she dusted off her hands, picked up the poisonous herb, and tucked it away. The herb was indeed called rotten heart grass and was indeed highly toxic, but its poison was contained within its sap; touching intact rotten heart grass wouldn’t lead to poisoning!

So there you have it, knowledge is power.

However, it was truly strange for the rotten heart grass to appear here. To her knowledge, such poisonous herbs generally grew in Extrely Yin Lands, such as graves, Yin Shu, this swamp, while watery, shouldn’t essentially be related to such Extrely Yin Lands.

Well, why bother thinking about things that don’t make sense?

She glanced at the man lying on the ground, shrugged her shoulders, and left. She had spontaneously decided to spare his life; by the ti he woke up, she would be long gone, and what would it matter if he went to alert others? That is, if he woke up at all. She hadn’t hit him that hard, the poor devil would wake up within 15 minutes at most—hopefully, during that ti, no other ferocious beasts would pass by, or they’d find themselves a nice big al.

But, borrowing Changtian’s pet phrase: What does it have to do with her? Granny’s off.

Since she was on her own now, it was much more convenient. She pondered a bit; indeed, the ground was too dangerous, filled with insects, beasts, and traps set by humans at every turn. She might not fear them if she took care, but clearing these things would take a lot of ti—ti was what she lacked the most right now.

F*cking hell, ever since she embarked on the Westward Journey, why is it that ti is always of the essence?! While Changtian could live another five hundred years, why is she always forced to rush and flee for her life?

But who is she? She is Ning Xiaoxian, always able to find another way out. She looked around and nodded to herself, that’s the route, right there.

The detour she found was above—more precisely, in the trees—she planned to "walk" through the treetops, rather than on the ground.

This was a typical swamp forest, with short trees generally not exceeding fifteen ters in height, but they were dense with branches crisscrossing, forming pathways suitable for many small creatures. Although for so reason, the small creatures in this secret realm were nowhere to be seen, this did not prevent her from emulating them.

With a light leap, she jumped onto a cluster of mangroves, deployed the Light Body Skill taught by whistle, barely moving her upper body, just touching with her tiptoes, she glided between the trees like a swallow. Still a young girl, she was supple and light, able to stand on branches as thick as bowls without falling. And in this forest, there would be plenty of such branches—tens of thousands of them, right?

She stood on a tree and looked eastward, where the branches seed to invite her to leap.

"Hehe, a VIP-exclusive aerial pathway," she comnded herself, and streaked away.

Not to alert Pang Hai and Ling Rongnan’s team, she deliberately made a wide detour, circumventing their direct path. But with her current speed, it wouldn’t take more than 15 minutes to outrun them.