The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 509 - 295 Unknown Miracle

Every ti she thought about the fact that this person erged from the brothel, she felt that this fellow was filthy and intentionally kept her distance. Consequently, Qiongqi from the God Demon Prison expressed disappointnt: "So, Lord White Tiger didn’t go looking for a woman?"

He didn’t go? Ning Xiaoxian was montarily stunned and sniffed lightly twice, his body was indeed clean, as expected, without the strong scent of rouge and powder unique to the brothel. Speaking of which, why was Qiongqi disappointed? Then, what was White Tiger busy with all night?

Although her movent was slight, the White Tiger who was devouring noodles had already keenly caught it and glanced at her with a half-smile.

After all, everyone has secrets, especially this ancient demon who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

After the al, she found a secluded and unoccupied place to throw White Tiger into the God Demon Prison to chat with Changtian. These two haven’t seen each other in thirty thousand years, and she believed without her presence, the two n had plenty of topics to discuss. As for her, there were more important things to do.

The Third Young Master disappeared from Wu Mansion in West City, yet from Mr. Wu down to the floor-sweeping servant, no one took it seriously. The reason was simple: Mr. Wu often invited friends and didn’t return at night. His family thought he was trapped in so delightful place and naturally did not fret. Only the elderly gatekeeper vaguely rembered that the Third Young Master returned last night and didn’t leave again, but he was quite old and thought he was just confused after yesterday’s doze.

Early in the morning, Mr. Wu woke up in Seventh Aunt’s room, where the Maid hurriedly ca forward to assist him with washing and dressing. After wiping off his sweat several tis, leaving the maid’s face all blushed, he walked into the study refreshed.

He had just picked up the hot tea from the desk to drink when soone chuckled unexpectedly beside him: "Mr. Wu seems quite comfortable."

This early in the morning and there’s actually soone in the study! He was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the cup smashed to pieces on the floor. Everyone in the mansion knew that idle persons were not allowed near Mr. Wu’s study, so those who appeared silently here were most likely up to no good.

"Who!" He shouted with a fierce and nervous tone, only then did he notice a young girl standing in the corner of the study, casually picking up books from the shelf to read, wondering why he hadn’t noticed her when he first entered the study. The girl stood in front of the massive bookshelf appearing fragile and petite, yet he inexplicably sensed danger from her.

"Mr. Wu could have saved the effort of shouting so loudly." She said smilingly, "I’ve set up a Barrier, even if you shouted your lungs out, the servants around would only think you, sir, are quietly reading in the study."

A Barrier? This woman is a Cultivator. Mr. Wu leaned forward slightly, subtly leaning back with his waist, but his face conveyed fright: "Is there anything this humble old man can assist the Immortal with?"

Ning Xiaoxian slightly sneered: "Mr. Wu, don’t bother reaching for the chanism on the antique shelf with your right hand, which you’re hiding in your sleeve; that would indeed help a lot." The entire study was enveloped in her Divine Sense, the small movents of Mr. Wu couldn’t be hidden from her.

Mr. Wu’s face stiffened, and his hand fumbled faster, but before he could press the chanism button, his vision blurred as the girl had already moved close to him, an icy touch transmitting from her right-hand fingertips.

If it were another demon or Cultivator, they might already have easily broken his finger bones. Ning Xiaoxian, kind-hearted, only pressed her tusk knife against his fingers. Yet this was enough to startle him into a pale fright, daring not to make another move.

She gently pushed Mr. Wu’s hand away from the chanism, pondering aloud: "Knowing that I am a Cultivator, you still dared to confidently press this switch, could it be a chanism that sends an alert to Fire Worship Valley?" As soon as she ntioned "Fire Worship Valley," Mr. Wu’s pupils shrank, only to hear her continue, "No, far water cannot save near fire, does this chanism contain sothing that can deal with Cultivators?"

Mr. Wu dared not speak.

Ning Xiaoxian continued: "Bring the thing you entrusted to Fire Worship Valley to see."

Mr. Wu, greatly startled, looked up and said: "Immortal, I don’t know any Fire Worship Valley!"

"Is that so? Then why did your heart rate increase by two beats when you heard these three words, and sweat appeared on your back?"

He stamred: "That’s because... because..."

She pulled out a tusk knife: "Ti is precious. Here’s what we’ll do, I will count to five, and if you don’t go open the secret compartnt, I will chop off one of your fingers. Then I will count to five again, and chop off another finger. If Mr. Wu is tough enough, you might last until I start chopping off your toes to make up the numbers."

With not much clue obtained from the giant ape, she had planned to start with Mr. Wu to try her luck. It seems, Mr. Wu truly maintained contact with Fire Worship Valley.