The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 895 - 492: The Mortal Who Unexpectedly Became the Ke

Thinking of this, she felt even more pain in her heart. Qingluan gazed at her worriedly. Ning Xiaoxian now also had a face filled with the color of smoke and fire, her nose still bleeding, looking indescribably exhausted.

Ning Xiaoxian opened her eyes, slowly sat upright, and before the Hidden Guards ca over, she first cast a Cleaning Technique on herself to wash away the soot and bloodstains on her face, and said hoarsely, "Let’s go, let’s find Dou Er’s group first." Qingluan ushered her into the Boyu Black Car, and the large group began to move.

She felt Qingluan’s gaze and propped herself up again, leaning against the back of the soft couch, her spine remaining straight, she t Qingluan’s eyes and smiled slightly, "What’s wrong?"

Qingluan bit her lip and said, "Lord Ning, what do we do next..."

"Once this is over, we’ll head back to Hidden Stream first." Ning Xiaoxian smiled and said, "We’ve been out for over a month, He Sect Leader and the others must be anxious."

"You..."

"I’m fine." She patted Green Bird’s hand, "You should go take care of Qi Zai. He flew too quickly and is a bit exhausted."

This mistress probably isn’t aware, is she? Her personality is becoming more and more like Lord Changtian’s, unwilling to let others see her in a sorry state. Qingluan sighed quietly and left.

But Ning Xiaoxian knew that Qingluan had just recently joined her ranks, and her relationship with her was still far from being as intimate and close as with Qi Zai or Tu Jin, and she must never appear weak in front of her subordinates. Now alone in the carriage, she took out the elixir to nourish her Divine Soul from her bosom and consud it, coughed lightly twice, and her body finally relaxed, closing her eyes slightly to heal with her power.

The God Demon Prison was also quiet.

The night was deep, the carriage tightly sealed, hiding her current weakness in the profound darkness.

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Dou Er’s group had already stopped, everyone, including the Hidden Guards, were staring blankly at the sky behind, illuminated by blazing flas.

That was the direction of Wu Chi’er Mountain, the Mountain God indeed was venting his thunderous wrath, and from such a distance away, they could feel the shaking and trembling of the ground. The distant Snow Mountain had already turned dark, besides the fla pillars thousands of tis larger than fireworks, the flowing lava from the volcano mouth was spreading in all directions. The forest at the mountain’s base began catching fire, and the air was filled with thick smoke and the sll of sulfur.

It was an apocalyptic scene everywhere.

The Pu Clan let out a long hiss. Their tribal settlent was right on the path of the advancing lava. Even the least imaginative person could understand the tragic fate their compatriots would face by staying there. What they didn’t know was, even if the lava didn’t destroy the village, the tons of volcanic ash would completely obliterate all life there. In the face of Wu Chi’er Mountain’s fury accumulated over tens of thousands of years, everything would be destroyed.

Human hearts are made of flesh, and the group burst into tears, so bitterly regretting why they were so lucky-minded back then, not forcibly taking their family who insisted on staying like Mr. Pu’s son.

After Dou Er let them cry enough, he then used his Divine Skills to address everyone, "Let’s go quickly, it’s still not safe here. If we go another ten miles forward, we can rest."

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Xiaoxian’s group returned to join them.

She had already changed into another set of clothes, with a brocade blanket covering her knees. Everything used was very particular about Miluo, this blanket was thoroughly scented with incense by the servants first, releasing a faint lavender fragrance, which had a calming effect. As she felt unwell, she didn’t venture outside, just instructed the Hidden Guard driving the black car to park beside the mortal’s group, then called Dou Er up.

When Dou Er was summoned over, he was holding a person. Ning Xiaoxian forced herself to perk up, seeing this person seed past sixty, with silver hair, tied up by a tree demon’s ans, she felt a bit surprised. She knew Dou Er wouldn’t pointlessly aim, so she focused her gaze on the man and frowned, "Shock hysteria?"

"The mistress truly has True God’s eyes like electricity!" Dou Er’s flattering words were loud, yet not entirely complintary. He had spent half a day diagnosing the illness, while the mistress needed only two glances, the discernible difference in wisdom and Divine Skills was as stark as clouds and mud. He then described Mr. Pu’s peculiar symptoms, solemnly saying, "Though I’m not very skilled, my spiritual sense rarely errs. This person might offer so clues to the Lord?"

Ning Xiaoxian felt Mr. Pu’s pulse, looked under his eyelids, and pondered, "It wouldn’t be hard to cure him, just a mont’s work with the Silver Needle. But once awake, people tend to lie, especially with secrets suppressed for decades, who knows how he’ll mask the truth. It’s said that only the mad and foolish speak the truth, let’s keep him as he is for now." She lowered her head to instruct Jiu Mo to summon Tu Jin over.