The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 916 - 502: Gift (2)

"...What exactly are you trying to say?" She put on a stern face, extrely displeased. If a child provoked her, she would certainly teach them a lesson.

"I heard that those who have successfully cultivated, whether human or demon, look very young regardless of their age." Huangfuming appeared sincere, leaving her with no way to counter, "Hidden Stream is known to be a powerful Demon Sect, and for you to be the Garden Director of the Immortal Plant Garden, you certainly couldn’t be young. Our Master Yu, who manages the dicine field within our sect, is already over three hundred years old this year."

She was quite annoyed: "So, what are you getting at?" His words always seed a bit odd to her.

He took a deep breath and got to the point: "So, you’re old and in charge of a garden full of Spirit Grass, you must be quite familiar with the ’Bliss Flower’, right?"

She said with a stern face: "Take out the words ’you’re old’, otherwise you can forget about seeing ever again in your lifeti." The child’s eyes were full of hope, clearly having a fascination with the Bliss Flower. But how did he know about such a peculiar plant?

"It’s ant as a complint..." Seeing the killing aura flash in her eyes, Huangfuming wisely changed his tone, "I heard people say that Bliss Flower is the fairest of them all, but it only grows in Bashe Forest. I even asked the Guide this afternoon, and he didn’t know what kind of flower it was either. You should know where to find it, right?"

Ning Xiaoxian stopped in her tracks: "Why are you looking for it?"

She indeed knew. Huangfuming’s eyebrows shot up, a sense of pride welling up naturally: "In a few months, it’s my family’s ancestor’s ninetieth birthday celebration. I want to gift her the most beautiful flower in the world as a birthday present. If not for this, I wouldn’t have insisted that my master take to Hidden Stream."

"For Immortals and demons, what’s so special about turning ninety?" She asked, "Is your family’s ancestor a mortal?"

The child’s deanor clearly suggested wealth and nobility, as he sought sothing like the Bliss Flower as a gift. His family surely wasn’t ordinary. Sure enough, Huangfuming lifted his head high: "Yes! My father is the Mirror Sea King Huang Fusong Yun. For my family’s ancestor’s ninetieth birthday, nearby Immortal Sect and Demon Sect mbers will also be sending people to co and offer their congratulations!"

"Your father is also mortal?"

"Of course!" He was proudly boasting when he saw the woman in front of him looked puzzled, not even blinking an eye. He couldn’t help but rember that this was Hidden Stream, reportedly ho to a bunch of ignorant demons. It seed normal that she didn’t know his family’s fa. Usually, ntioning his father’s na would lead to responses filled with nervous respect. This ti, it felt like playing music to a cow, really quite uninteresting.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but pout, lowering his head: "Do you really not know my father’s na?"

If Ning Xiaoxian knew what he was thinking, she might have torn him apart. She hadn’t heard of the "Mirror Sea King" not because she was stuck in Hidden Stream, but because she was too busy journeying westward, with no ti to handle such trifles. Although Changtian embraced Mr. Yan’s historical studies of the continent for a long ti, a re human, even if he was the "Mirror Sea King," wouldn’t be worth his attention and naturally wouldn’t bother ntioning him to Ning Xiaoxian.

However, this piqued her interest. In this world, where Immortals and demons dominate, even a State Governor acts submissively to cultivators. Yet a mortal dares to openly claim the title of "King," and nearby Immortal Sect intends to call on his elderly mother for her ninetieth birthday, unless this person has extraordinary abilities?

She said lightly: "Do I have to know?" Seeing the young boy reveal a touch of childish indifference, she found it quite amusing.

"You live in the far western part of the Southern Continent, so not knowing is not strange." He thought he spoke subtly, but he saw Ning Xiaoxian’s willow eyebrows gradually rise again. He hurriedly said, "If you take to pick the Bliss Flower, I’ll certainly reward you handsoly!"

Such a brat, couldn’t he speak properly, why hasn’t his master broken his leg bones yet? Ning Xiaosui glanced at him and said: "The Bliss Flower is very far from here, why should I go through the trouble to take you there?"

He replied seriously: "I will offer three thousand, no, fifty thousand Spirit Stones as a reward!"

This kid certainly is wealthy! You should know, many middle-level cultivators wouldn’t be able to cough up that many Spirit Stones. Cultivating the Dao is a money-burning endeavor, be it magic artifacts, elixirs, spiritual materials, or talismans, all require money to purchase. So most cultivators live quite agerly.

Seeing the woman in front of him widen her almond-shaped eyes in surprise, Huangfuming felt his self-esteem inflating, and his chest puffed out as a deep satisfaction took over him. The feeling of frustration from earlier, when his father’s na was ignored, was finally swept away. But then she continued: "You certainly are a wealthy child, but, no."

Nani! This woman must be playing hard to get, no doubt. He furrowed his brows and said: "Are you dissatisfied with the amount? Don’t be too greedy, this price is sothing most people couldn’t possibly afford. Or, I’ll add another bargain, surely you won’t refuse!"

Seeing him put on a precocious expression, she understood why Jin Manyan liked this kid.

"What other bargaining chip do you have to trade with , let’s hear it?"

"My senior brother is extrely handso, and all the young won in our sect like him. He happens to be the closest to , if you help pick this flower, I will introduce him to you!"

She couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter: "Let’s skip that. No more jokes. This flower isn’t suitable as a birthday gift, you better drop the idea."

He shouted in surprise and anger: "Why! No, you must take there!" The usual arrogance unconsciously slipped out, and his sword-like eyebrows almost converged into a straight line. Ning Xiaoxian was secretly alard, as his Yintang darkened, letting Evil Qi roll and occupy it. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please browse m.qidian for reading.)