The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 49 Changtian Gets Angry

Ning Xiaoxian was now naturally inside the God Demon Prison.

She walked out of the transmission array’s circle of light, right into Changtian’s anxious expression, and could no longer hold herself up, sitting down weakly on the ground. Even though Changtian already knew she had been stabbed, at the ti, he had seen it from the Demon Eye’s perspective, and while he could feel the horror of the stabbing sword, he hadn’t had such a direct view as now, face to face.

Ning Xiaoxian’s figure was slender and frail to begin with, having improved slightly in constitution only after eating Cloud Fragrant Rice these past few days. At this mont, with her right hand clutching her left shoulder, she couldn’t stop the blood from gushing out. In fact, even a strong man with such a severe wound would be best off lying down in place, waiting for rescue. Sadly, she didn’t have that luxury, both having to escape from Shi Jishan’s sword and seeking to counterattack, following up with continuous frequent actions like bending, stretching arms, stabbing, and sprinting, her Qi-Blood circulated even more vigorously, not to ntion stopping on its own, blood from her shoulder flowing like a little river.

By the ti Changtian saw her, she had beco a little bloodied figure, the blood from her wound staining most of her body red, and the coarse fabric of her garnt below the waist also rapidly turning red. Her hands were also too small, simply unable to cover the grueso wound on her shoulder.

This girl was so badly injured, and her body so small, how much more blood did she have left to lose? He couldn’t help but hold his breath, suddenly feeling a piercing pain in his heart. Before he could adapt to this sudden feeling, Ning Xiaoxian was looking at him with a half-pleasing, half-show-off smile.

Instantly, an endless fury swept over, roaring and surging in his Divine Sense, seeking an outlet for release, but finding nowhere to erupt, and so it brewed into a terrifying storm.

Ning Xiaoxian also felt sothing was very wrong. After she entered the God Demon Prison, upon first sight of that black figure, her nose inexplicably soured, almost bursting into tears, the recklessness she had just monts ago to injure Shi Jishan gone without a trace, feeling only full of grievances wanting to pour out to him, like a little dog finding its owner.

But she was now covered in blood, already so disheveled; if she cried with tears and snot all over her face, would he instead be disgusted with her? Sigh, she admired her own thoughts, even amidst the heart-piercing pain and blood flowing like a river from her wounds, she still had the spirit to wander in such wild thoughts.

Yet, before she could open her mouth, the ground suddenly trembled slightly, no, the entire God Demon Prison was trembling faintly.

This was the most powerful magic artifact she had ever seen, alard, she raised her head to look at Changtian, only to see his face stern, and within his originally clear amber-gold eyes, a storm was brewing, unfolding various phenona, as if countless dazzling nebulae were being ceaselessly born, ceaselessly revolving, ceaselessly annihilating. With such cycles of rebirth, more and more nebulae being destroyed, exploding in brilliant radiance before their silent annihilation brief, and dazzling, and magnificent, Changtian’s eyes were filled with a brilliant divine light, too intense to look directly at.

If a Daluo Golden Immortal were here, they would exclaim in surprise that Changtian’s realm had already reached the stage of "One Thought Creates a World, One Thought Destroying the World"! The silver chains on his body were tightly wound, as if facing a great enemy. The God Demon Prison felt his anger and trembled, the entire subterranean space seed distorted by a Giant Strength, and everyone within found themselves stuck as if in a quagmire, unable to move a muscle.

She was afraid and called out his na twice quickly in her breath. Changtian had been off for the last few days, was it suddenly erupting today? Such poorly tid, considering she was severely injured and urgently needed his help. If she didn’t stop the bleeding quickly, she would definitely die here.

She didn’t have much strength left, her calls were not loud, but still reached Changtian’s ears.

He abruptly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. This was not the ti to be angry, and he hadn’t expected the rage to be so intense. One must know that the last ti he was this furious was tens of thousands of years ago when he caused a cataclysmic flood that subrged at least one-tenth of the Nan Zhanbu Continent! But was it simply seeing Ning Xiaoxian wounded today that made him lose his composure so?

When he opened his eyes again, they had returned to their clear state, all those nebulae and brilliances gone.

"Co here!" As the master of God Demon Prison, he couldn’t just move her directly in front of himself.

But she was still a bit afraid. So this is how terrifying Changtian becos when he gets angry! Why was he angry, to begin with? The person who got hurt was her. "I, I just need to take a Jade Dew Pill and I’ll be fine," she said hesitantly.

"Your injury isn’t fatal; don’t waste the dicinal power of the Jade Dew Pills!" He was extrely displeased, both because she was dawdling with serious injuries and because she showed a look of fear towards him. "Hurry up and co here!" He unintentionally used a commanding tone.

"Oh." She replied, grievously, using her right hand to push against the ground, struggling several tis before she could barely get up. It was strange, when Shi Jishan struck her, she felt fear but wasn’t as powerless as this, maybe her body’s potential had already been exhausted, and now she had entered a period of weakness. Seeing that she was only a few short feet away from Changtian, yet she felt her feet were unsteady, and her vision was darkening.

She could hardly stand, yet she had to struggle to move closer, how painful! Wuu wuu wuu... Dragging her injured body, she moved forward at a speed only slightly faster than a snail’s, eventually reaching the red "no-go" line on the ground.

Then Ning Xiaoxian crossed the line without hesitation.

As she was about to reach the edge of the Demon Transformation Spring, Changtian suddenly stood up. Over six feet tall, he towered over the spring, which only reached his calves. Surprisingly, his clothes were not wet in the slightest, suggesting they might be a Magic Artifact.

He strode towards Ning Xiaoxian, exuding an unstoppable, despotic presence in his gaze. The Dragon Binding Rope sensed his movent and dutifully pulled back, but Changtian rely paused briefly before continuing towards the edge of the spring. He used so Divine Power to counteract the Dragon Binding Rope, which for the mont couldn’t do anything against him.

Ning Xiaoxian watched eagerly as he approached. "He’s standing up for the first ti, he’s so tall!" Illuminated by an unknown light source overhead, she was completely covered by his shadow, looking even more delicate and pitiful.

She peaceably exerted her last bit of energy and then collapsed safely into a warm embrace.

Changtian effortlessly picked her up horizontally and gently placed her on the ground. Considering the hard surface, he adjusted his position and knelt down, allowing her upper body to comfortably lean against his chest.

"It hurts so much!" She wanted to complain, but when she spoke, it ca out as a soft, coquettish whine.

"It’ll stop hurting soon." He comforted her in a deep voice, then tilted his head back and slightly opened his thin lips.

His posture was truly enticing — if a straight man were present, he might have uncontrollably rushed forward to kiss him, right? Ning Xiaoxian’s fujoshi heart mischievously conjured up this scenario again, and thinking about how absurd it was, she couldn’t help but smile broadly.