The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 600 - 342: Targeting Miluo2

With these thoughts, the corners of her lips slightly curved up, forming a trace of a smile. However, Lord Miluo listened to the zither music with an ever expressionless face, his long fingers occasionally tapping lightly on the table. This was his habit when deep in thought. Ru Ji had been stealing glances at him, admiration lurking in the depths of her eyes.

No matter how skilled the Butterfly Demon was at the zither, her music could not compare to that of the Music Palace. Ning Xiaoxian had heard the divine strains of the Wind Chi Zither at Guangcheng Palace; now, this music seed to lack a certain maturity. She felt this way, and no doubt Lord Miluo did as well, so when the piece concluded, the room fell montarily silent.

Just then, she caught a whiff of an elegant fragrance at the tip of her nose. Incense was burnt inside the room, its scent much more intense than this delicate aroma, easily overpowering it. This scent was faint, almost imperceptible unless one was constantly imrsed in the Alchemy Dao as she was. Without alerting anyone, she looked up towards the door and noticed a maid opening it to bring dishes inside, which also let in a breeze.

And Ru Ji, she was sitting not far from the doorway; clearly, the faint scent had wafted over from her with the wind.

Ning Xiaoxian furrowed her brows. The aroma was indeed comforting and could even be described as refreshing to the spirit, inspiring one to dance joyfully, but she instantly sensed sothing amiss. She had practiced the True One Technique and the principle of Seeing the micro and knowing the macro, her Dao Heart being far sturdier than that of ordinary Cultivators. Yet, upon slling this unusual fragrance, she felt such a strong urge.

After finishing her playing, Ru Ji looked towards Lord Miluo, awaiting his next directive. But he seed unresponsive as if lost in deep contemplation, prompting a hint of disappointnt to flicker in her beautiful eyes.

Ning Xiaoxian understood this emotion. Why would a hostess show disappointnt in her eyes towards a guest? She cleared her throat to break the silence: "Miss Ruji, you play the zither beautifully. May I ask, what brand, oh no, what formula did you use to make this incense? Its aroma is so elegant."

Who would have thought that as soon as she spoke, Ru Ji’s expression suddenly changed, and Lord Miluo, previously lost in thought, abruptly raised his head, his eyes flashing sharply as he said word by word, "What incense?"

Ru Ji hurriedly lowered her head, speaking softly, "Before coming here, Ji had just bathed in an incense known as Dragon Sleep Fragrance, a light scent. Miss Ning is truly an expert in fragrances to detect it so quickly."

"Oh?" Lord Miluo fixed his gaze on her, "Then why didn’t I sll it?"

Ru Ji explained in a fine and soft voice, slightly aggrieved, "I’ve been using this fragrance recently. The young master might be accustod to its sll and therefore may not have taken notice."

Lord Miluo slowly and thodically remarked, "Are you trying to say that when one dwells in a room of orchids for long, one ceases to notice their fragrance?"

Ru Ji said nervously, "Perhaps... maybe."

Lord Miluo gave her a sidelong glance, his red lips slowly curving into a smile more bewitching than that of a woman, causing Ning Xiaoxian, observing from the side, to suddenly feel a chill down her back. He spoke leisurely, "I’ve heard that within the Butterfly Demons exists a highly secretive and special branch. They excel in harvesting the essence of a hundred flowers, producing a fragrant and subtle butterfly powder from their bodies. Yet this fragrance can imperceptibly cause certain individuals to develop a favorable impression over ti, influencing their will if exposed for long. What’s more significant is that the chosen individuals themselves are unable to detect this peculiar fragrance."

There was a "thump" as Ru Ji slipped off her chair to her knees, crawling a couple of steps towards Lord Miluo, urgently saying, "Ru Ji truly hasn’t secretly hard you, sir. It’s really only Dragon Sleep Fragrance!"

"Ru Ji." Seeing her complexion turn pale, he gently caressed her lovely face with his hand, speaking softly, "Almost every ti I visit Shuize Garden, I choose you, hasn’t it been ten tis already? Since which visit did you start releasing butterfly powder for ? This thod is indeed very concealed; for a while, I couldn’t think of who could procure such precious substance from the Die Clan to use against . Can you resolve my doubts?"

The slower and lighter he spoke, the more violently Ru Ji trembled. From Ning Xiaoxian’s angle, she could see Ru Ji’s eyes brimming with tears that slowly fell, her expression sorrowful and moving, indeed pitiable.

Tears also fell into Lord Miluo’s hand. Ru Ji buried her head on his knees, her voice filled with sorrow, "It was Ru Ji... Ru Ji admires you, overestimating herself, thinking she could make you visit her more often... Your moon-like stature, Ru Ji had selfish thoughts, wanting to be closer to you." She had always leaned against his knees like this, the warmth and sincerity in Lord Miluo’s eyes were comforting, and she hoped that today, by the grace of past favors, he would soften his heart.

Suddenly recalling that the man before her possessed the jade-like appearance of the master of Chiming City, the Second Young Master of Fengtian Prefecture, known to take lives with ease and laughter.

Even Ning Xiaoxian, faced with such soft and sorrowful pleading from a beautiful woman, felt her heart soften, but Lord Miluo rely sighed lightly and said, "I gave you a chance; don’t bla for being heartless." Raising his voice slightly, he commanded, "Co forth."

A person then entered from outside the crystal room, bowing and saying, "Young Master?"

Lord Miluo, massaging his forehead, said, "Take her away. Within two hours, I want to know the mastermind behind this."

"Young Master!" The desolate Ru Ji on the ground shook her head while weeping, about to plead again when the person behind her pointed a finger, sealing her voice. Despite her struggles, they forcefully dragged away this fragrant and vivid beauty.

Tranquility returned to the elegant room. Ning Xiaoxian murmured with a wry smile, "Did my words just cost a life? And that of a beautiful woman at that." The way she looked at Lord Miluo was sincere; she truly harbored feelings. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welco to qidian to cast your recomndation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)