The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 820 - 453: Want Humans

The won in the arena, the quick-witted ones, bit their lips and t the gaze of Young Master Qingji, hoping he would choose them. Once sent to the Slave Camp, who knows what tornt they would endure and what kind of master they would serve. It might be so middle-aged rchant with a fat belly, or perhaps a terrifying demon from the Demon Sect. Rather than face such fates, it was better to follow the handso young nobleman before them.

Qing Ji’s gaze swept over the won, just about to speak, when the corner of his eye caught sight of another large carriage parked ahead, quietly, as if isolated from human qi. He listened intently and heard two people breathing inside, one light and one heavy. He pointed with his hand: "Who is in that carriage?"

Zhongli Hao’s face stiffened montarily before he quickly smiled and said, "Just two other maids, afflicted with contagious ailnts, thus they are separated to ride alone." The twins inside were indeed beautiful. Hulian Minmin’s arm was dislocated and recovering, and the other one always had an odd look in her eyes.

Would this group from the Mingshui Sect carry two sick people back from afar? The more Zhongli Hao hesitated and tried to mask things, the more intrigued Qing Ji beca. He raised his eyebrows, stood up, and walked over.

A servant diligently lifted the curtain of the carriage, drawing the attention of everyone around to this bronze carriage.

Inside the carriage, there were indeed two twin sisters, incredibly alike in appearance, caught off guard by the sudden burst of light from outside, looking flustered and helpless. The two won clung to each other, trembling, one nestled in the other’s arms, both faces as pale as paper, appearing as if they could be toppled by the slightest breeze.

Yet, Qing Ji’s pupils narrowed abruptly.

His mory was photographic, and how could he forget these similar faces? That day in Miluo, when the setup was to besiege him, and Yin Jiuyou’s clone helped him escape, he had fought with the owner of this face, and even with the power of Yin Jiuyou’s ghost avatar, they got an arm broken!

At that ti, fleeing like a stray dog, it was the greatest humiliation of his life. He rembered the owner of that face with the sa intensity as that feeling of disgrace, later discovered through inquiries that her na was Ning Xiaoxian!

At that mont, Young Master Qingji was poisoned, unable to do anything but lie weakly in the grass, looking up at her. The afternoon sunlight coated her entire body with a shimring gold, majestic and inviolable.

Then, her coldly smiling red lips had an air of heroism, her palm-sized face exuding vibrant spirit, with just a fleeting glance at him, her eyes gleaming brightly like stars in the cold day’s dawn, filled with indifference surpassing ice and snow. It was the absolute indifference he had never seen in any woman, raw and unmasked, far more terrifying than disdain or scorn, as if she were a distant god, looking not at the powerful son of Fengtian Prefecture, but at a roadside stray dog or a cricket in the grass, not worth a second look from her.

She was also Miluo’s beloved. Such a face appeared constantly in his dreams, always following Miluo’s mocking silhouette. After healing his wounds back at the Prefecture, he had sought many won to sleep with, but no matter how sweet the bodies beneath were, at that peak mont of ecstasy, the cold indifference on that face always intruded into his mind, bringing him to deep despair.

He later sent n searching everywhere, discovering she had hidden in the Hidden Stream and never ca out again. That Demon Sect was a haven for all demons with nowhere else to turn, even inaccessible to Qing Ji.

His heart suddenly beat faster, without thinking, he reached forward with his left hand, an invisible force pulling one of the won into the air, while the other, suddenly unsupported, nearly fell.

He examined the woman in his hand closely, eyes brimming with divine light. This face, these eyes, were indeed like his mory of Ning Xiaoxian, yet the beauty before him trembled slightly in fright, tears welling in her eyes, lacking any trace of the sharpness from that day. And he could also tell, she was rely a mortal woman. The other woman inside the carriage looked even worse, her face pale, nearly fainting.

The flas in his heart suddenly extinguished.

"Is that your elder sister or younger sister?" he asked the girl in his hand.

Hulian Minmin swallowed, trembling as she said, "That’s my... younger sister."

At this mont, Changtian was saying to Ning Xiaoxian: "Girl, you’re overdoing it, aren’t you?"