The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 815 - 450: Exposed (Part 2)

Changtian quickly whispered in her ear: "Withdraw your Divine Sense. This Flower-picking Envoy is at the Divinity Transformation Stage; don’t let him spot any flaws." Though outwardly deploying Divine Sense was convenient, it was easily detected by those possessing Divine Skills. Fortunately, she had long cultivated the good habit of constantly using the Concealing Breath Technique, so at that mont, to outsiders, she rely appeared to be an ordinary mortal woman without any Divine Power.

This Flower-picking Envoy was of dium build, with a hooked nose and a slightly sinister look. He glanced at Ning Xiaoxian and said with a slightly coarse and gruff voice, "Is this Hulian Minmin?" His words were laced with arrogance.

Hulian Zhe forced a bitter smile, "Indeed. My younger sister has lost her appetite over the past few days and appears rather tired." Speaking this, he recalled the past few days of his sister suffering from worry and fear, his tone turning obscure, as if he had swallowed several pounds of bitter herbs, so bitter it could drip water.

She mused that this person simply lacked experience. If he were put inland to undergo training for a few years, he could surely beco a competent actor.

The Flower-picking Envoy, however, humd with satisfaction, "If every household in the Hulian tribe were as perceptive as yours, my work wouldn’t be so difficult." Hulian Zhe quickly nodded and agreed submissively.

Ning Xiaoxian watched him step closer, quickly pretending to be terrified and lowered her head. From the front ca the rustling of paper, evidently as he drew a portrait from his breast pocket and opened it for comparison. Ning Xiaoxian worried about how to handle it if this guy tried to grope her face with his pig hands, but thankfully, that never happened.

If she could see, she would know the portrait in the Flower-picking Envoy’s hand was so vivid that it looked almost lifelike, painted by a Master of Painting, capturing even a tiny fold on the clothing, to say nothing of Hulian Minmin’s features, especially the lifelike eyes appearing to glance around. However, as good as the painting was, it depicted the figure from five years ago when Hulian Minmin was only thirteen. It is said that a girl transforms considerably as she grows older, so if the Flower-picking Envoy recognized a rough outline from this image, it would be a pass, especially since Ning Xiaoxian resembled Miss Hulian by seventy percent. As she now stared at the ground, devoid of those lively eyes, the resemblance heightened to at least ninety percent.

She felt a slight sting on her face, understanding this Flower-picking Envoy was staring at her intensely, even using Spiritual Power. The gaze of a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator was sharp as a blade; if Hulian Minmin herself were standing here, she estimated she would collapse under the scrutiny, drenched in cold sweat. Silently she complained: Just verifying soone’s identity, do you truly need to be this ticulous, sir?

Previously, many footsteps trailed behind the Flower-picking Envoy, but now the boudoir was utterly silent, no one daring to make a sound.

Another ten breaths passed, and she could still feel this guy’s gaze hadn’t moved an inch, as if the Flower-picking Envoy was addicted to staring at her. The most anxious one was Hulian Zhe, whose back secretly broke into a cold sweat from fear, finally unable to hold back as he obsequiously murmured, "My lord, what do you an by this?"

"Oh?" Before he could finish, the Flower-picking Envoy emitted a sound from his nose, a mix of surprise and delight, then turned around to look at him with a faint smile, "Hulian Zhe, don’t you know, generally speaking, a person’s appearance doesn’t change, especially mortals."

Hulian Zhe didn’t understand his aning, but feeling guilty, he had no choice but to put on a brave face and say, "Well, I am ignorant and aware of nothing."

"Although I’m newly appointed to the position of Flower-picking Envoy, I have researched won’s appearances." The Flower-picking Envoy said slowly, "Your sister’s features are truly outstanding. Not only is she beautifully striking, but she also possesses the ’gravel gold’ or the so-called ’Inner Charm’ feature, needing just a bit of grooming to beco a prized possession for any man. I have trained countless won in the Slave Camp of Sky Blue State, yet I have only seen one gravel gold, who is now the Northeast Province Star-picking Pavilion Master’s exclusive treasure, untouchable by others."

He turned around, fixing his gaze on Hulian Zhe’s suddenly pale face, his eyes filled with deep sarcasm: "Yet, the Flower-picking Envoy five years ago failed to see your sister’s auspicious appearance. Was it his oversight, or did your sister suddenly develop the Inner Charm feature?"

"Inner Charm... feature?" Under his gaze, sharp as a sword, Hulian Zhe felt even breathing beca difficult, his legs growing weak as he stepped back two paces, his back pressing against his sister’s elegant bed. The plan was flawless, so who knew this fleeting encounter with an immortal would result in an Inner Charm feature? Why did God give him this wonderful opportunity, only to play such a frightening joke?

Ning Xiaoxian was equally struck! So "gravel gold" turned out to be a euphemism for an Inner Charm feature; those grand n in the God Demon Prison surely knew, yet not one dared to tell her, especially the detestable Changtian, who last ti even openly claid "no idea," secretly mocking her. She always had a clear self-awareness, knowing she was far from the beauty that could overthrow a kingdom, certainly not the universally adored looks of Daji, so how co she suddenly developed an Inner Charm feature?

Pissed off, she thought: "You damned God, are you playing with ? What are you trying to achieve by suddenly awakening a strange hidden attribute?"

The Flower-picking Envoy suddenly reached out, lifting Ning Xiaoxian’s right wrist, pulling back her sleeve. Under the eyes of all present, her jade-like arm was as fair as snow, without the slightest blemish. His sudden move almost made Ning Xiaoxian erupt, but luckily, the ntal thod of Seeing the micro and knowing the macro automatically operated, suppressing her inner turmoil.

"The previous Flower-picking Envoy noted down that there was a vermilion mole on your sister’s right wrist. How did you make it disappear?" This statent was the final straw that broke the cal’s back, dispersing the last shred of Hulian Zhe’s wishful thinking. His lips trembled and he was at a loss for words. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)