The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 330 - 197 Moon2

At this mont, there were very few civilians passing through the gates of Anping City, as most people planned to stay indoors on the day of the Emperor’s Fluid.

She turned her head back, feeling a tinge of lancholy. She had many friends here, but perhaps she would not see them again in the future.

Changtian, understanding her mood, spoke to comfort her: "Do not indulge in wild thoughts. Once I escape from the God Demon Prison, there is no place in this vast world we cannot visit. Then, I will bring you to et them, alright?"

His words were full of solace. Ning Xiaoxian showed her teeth in a smile, casting aside her worries: "Agreed, it’s a promise then!"

She walked a long distance before allowing Tu Jin to transform back into a Qishou and fly away with her.

The Qishou flew high because the first technique she wanted to learn after beginning her cultivation was to distribute her demonic power evenly around her body, forming a protective Gang Qi to fend off strong winds and cold. This ability did not consu much demonic power, so she could now enjoy the sensation of drifting in the high skies without ending up covered in dirt and gri like before.

Throughout many of the regions that Qishou passed, frightening hisses ca from the ground. She knew that the Great Demons below had divided their territories and were not welcoming to unwelco guests like the Qishou, hence they issued their warnings.

Fortunately, they flew high enough and, luckily, with the grand rise of the Emperor’s Fluid imminent, the demons also settled down to await this significant opportunity; they were no longer interested in stirring up trouble.

After more than two hours, they finally arrived at their destination. This mountain peak was located at the highest point among the mountains, its bare rock summit was extrely flat, devoid of any branches blocking the view, convenient for both absorbing Moonlight and watching for enemies. Indeed, it was a desolate place without a trace of human presence, and there were no insect chirps or animal roars for tens of miles around.

Tu Jin explained that originally two demons lived as neighbors here, but since he liked this place, he brought her here.

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She did not inquire about the fate of the original owners, guessing they were either driven away or casually killed.

After waiting calmly for two days, that evening, the grand rise of the Emperor’s Fluid finally arrived.

No one had ever told her that on the day of the Emperor’s Fluid, the moon was red! She stared at the blood-red moon rising in the East, lost in shock for a long ti. The diater of the moon seed to have increased by at least one third, looking both fierce and ominous.

The Demon Clan’s celebration mont had arrived.

She took a deep breath, took out the Moonlight Cup from her bosom, and placed it on the ground. This cup, recognizing Changtian as its master, imdiately loyally fulfilled its mission, continuously extracting blood-colored brilliance from the faint red moonlight into the cup. However, whereas the Moonlight Cup used to gather fine strands of moonlight, what now desperately rushed into the cup was like giant pythons—that was the difference between the Emperor’s Fluid and normal moonlight.

These moon fluids swirled in the cup a few tis before settling down into a small Blood Pearl.

"The opportunity is rare, seize it and don’t just spectate," Changtian reminded her, his voice carrying a hint of dissatisfaction. This girl, how could she be distracted at such a crucial mont?

The Qishou beside her had already begun swallowing moonlight. Soul Cultivators had this advantage: after taking over a demon’s body, they could also use the Demon Clan’s abilities to cultivate the attached demon body. Ning Xiaoxian’s cultivation was too shallow at the mont, but Tu Jin, knowing that he might mostly play her bodyguard or enforcer next, was hard-bodied enough in this Qishou shell and thus was very diligent in his cultivation.

"Oh? Alright!" She also hurriedly cald herself and sacrificed her inner core. Indeed, in just a short ti, under the influence of the Blood Moon, the color of the round pill transitioned from light green to deep green, showing a trend of further change.

The once-in-sixty-years Emperor’s Fluid was naturally extraordinary; the moonlight absorbed this night could be worth a hundred years of bitter cultivation for ordinary demons.

That night, all was silent, even the fiercest demons would not choose this ti to attack their enemies, thus it was almost the most peaceful night in the world.

When she erged from that profound and mysterious realm, the sky began to brighten. Heaven’s grace had ended.

By then, her inner core had turned to a light purple color, slightly luminous and slightly translucent, no longer looking as poor as a few days ago. Since Qishou originally had higher cultivation, his inner core showed little change.

She handed the Moonlight Cup to Changtian. Unlike before, the cup was nearly overflowing, and the spiritual dew it contained, like this evening’s moonlight, was of a thick, enticingly demonic blood-red color, also emitting a faint fishy sll.

"One night’s harvest can equate to a hundred years of bitter cultivation," he sipped the crimson spiritual dew, glanced at her, "In another half month, you can try approaching the Demon Transformation Spring."

Changtian’s lips were always a bit pale, but now soaked with the blood color of the spiritual dew, combined with his handso brows and phoenix eyes, suddenly added a touch of charm, making her inadvertently swallow her saliva.

Feast for the eyes, indeed.

Seeing her staring blankly at the cup in front of him, thinking she might also want to try, he handed her the cup: "Want to taste?"

"...Yes." Not wanting him to know she had lustful thoughts again, Ning Xiaoxian quickly took it and pretended to gulp down a big sip, almost spitting it out.

Damn, it was both fishy and stinky, almost like drinking blood! Luckily, she rembered the preciousness of this substance and dared not really spit it out. Of course, the biggest reason was that Changtian was looking at her with raised eyebrows, smiling yet not smiling: "Tastes good, doesn’t it? Swallow it, don’t waste a single drop!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.)