The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 492 - 285 Persuasion

"The other person, is Yin Jiu You!"

Yin Jiu You? She muttered these three words to herself, feeling that the na sounded familiar. However, when she lifted her head, she felt as if the temperature around her had suddenly dropped several degrees.

Changtian tilted his head, squinting his eyes: "Repeat it, who is that person?"

White Tiger muttered: "Is your hearing not working anymore... Alright, alright, don’t glare at . I said, that person is Yin, Jiu, You!"

No sooner had he finished these three words than Changtian abruptly turned his head and said to Ning Xiaoxian: "Is it past lunchti? I feel like having mushroom stewed with deer."

She looked at him in shock.

His expression was still calm. Too calm, like the quiet mont before a volcanic eruption, but spirals of killing aura uncontrollably spilled from his eyes, seemingly triggering his deep-seated hatred by this na.

Although Changtian liked the dishes she cooked, he never actively made requests. His way of diverting her was too blunt, unlike the usually indifferent but never abrupt Changtian.

His heart must be in turmoil.

He had secrets he was unwilling to share with her. Ning Xiaoxian bit her lip and nodded, trying hard to ignore the heartache inside, she straightened her back and walked out of God Demon Prison.

The prey White Tiger had caught for camouflage was still lying on the ground. She picked it up and cleaned it in the stream water. During this, an aging wolf sneaky followed the scent of blood from the bushes, trying to ambush her from behind. Without turning her head, she threw Tusk, pinning it right in the sands beneath the wolf’s feet, scaring it away as far as it could run.

Even in monts of despair, she couldn’t bring herself to end a life herself.

Inside God Demon Prison, White Tiger, who was talking with Changtian, twitched his ears, seemingly understanding everything happening by the stream, and wondered: "Has this young girl not been with you for long? She’s so tender-hearted."

Changtian sighed, his voice containing a trace of indulgence he himself hadn’t noticed: "She has always been like this."

Since Changtian had matters to discuss privately with White Tiger, she had plenty of ti to occupy herself. Qi Zai and Tu Jin had already vanished without a trace.

Ning Xiaoxian tried to cast aside the irritation in her heart and set about preparing the ingredients she had gathered.

The forest in midsumr was rich in ingredients, probably because it had rained half a month ago. Besides uprooting several clusters of chicken feather vegetables, she also found plenty of mushrooms on the rotting wood by the stream, and dug up more than a dozen bamboo shoots in a nearby bamboo grove.

While picking mushrooms, she even encountered a black bear searching for food. Probably because human visits were rare in the deep mountain forest, the bear stared at her in surprise for a while, and turned away without even baring its teeth or growling. Fortunately, otherwise, the discontent Ning Xiaoxian would have considered adding a bear paw dish to the evening al.

In addition to the mushroom stewed deer at that Changtian ordered, there were also several wild chickens and rabbits. Rabbit at was very tender, perfect for braised dishes. The fresh and juicy bamboo shoots she dug up were light and refreshing, excellent to accompany the rabbit at.

For the other two wild chickens, after thinking for a while, she decided to make Beggar’s Chicken. The origin of this dish was well-known, but she didn’t intend to make a simplified version of it. Ti was ample; while the deer at stewed in the pot, she ground the nutg, cloves, and star anise into fine powder, rubbed it on the chicken, then stuffed the inside with homade Ham Cubes, stream fish, Shiitake Mushrooms, and a bit of White Liquor, finally wrapping it tightly in dried lotus leaves stored for many days, and covering it in a thick layer of river mud before baking it under the fire.

This busywork took over two hours. When she served the dishes, Changtian and White Tiger seed to have finished catching up, sitting opposite each other and sipping Spiritual Tea.

Changtian had regained his composure, at least on the surface.

As a result, at that al, neither Ning Xiaoxian nor Changtian had much appetite. Changtian only took a few bites before stopped eating, just gazing thoughtfully at her with his light golden eyes.

She listlessly pushed the rice grains around in her bowl, occasionally eting Changtian’s gaze directly, eyes wide as if trying to make him see the anger in her eyes, yet after locking eyes for a while, she still backed down... this guy had the patience, and she subconsciously always wanted to look away.

Only White Tiger was all eyes bright, eating vigorously as if not feeling the Sword Light and Saber Shadow between the two. Especially when she cracked the clay shell of Beggar’s Chicken, a burst of aroma hit, revealing the tender chicken inside. She would bet, that tiger’s eyes imdiately shot out a faint blue light.