The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 948 - 521: Strange Divination Signs

Mr. Yan seed to sigh softly and turned his eyes to look at her: "I have delivered the ssage, I’m leaving now."

"Wait!" She was startled and couldn’t help stepping in front of him, "You’re leaving just like that? I still have many questions to ask you."

Mr. Yan shook his head and said: "Your kindness of providing a al has already been repaid, even revealing this information is breaking the norm, I cannot disclose more. This visit is in accordance with the Heavenly chanism; otherwise, I wouldn’t dare say even a word more."

No wonder Changtian doesn’t care for this guy, never even ntioning his na. This mysterious, secretive, fortune-teller-like person is the most infuriating! Ning Xiaoxian hurriedly said: "I’m just asking one thing, since you know about the past, then how did I co to this world? You must know, right?"

This puzzle had been hidden in her heart for a very, very long ti. Who brought her here, with what purpose, was this beneficial or harmful to her, and what impact would it have on Changtian? These questions had occupied her mind for so long that they started making her dizzy and weary. It was only in the past few months, as her heart gradually cleared, that she learned not to speculate.

Mr. Yan suddenly fell silent.

"...You really do know!" Ning Xiaoxian’s eyes widened, nearly reaching out in excitent to tug his sleeve: "Tell , I must know the truth. How many more als do you need? I’ll make them all."

Mr. Yan coughed and said: "Everything has a ti when the truth becos known, Miss Ning, you must patiently wait."

"You’re not a Buddhist monk, what’s with the Zen riddles!" She angrily retorted, "I don’t even know if I have the life to make it to the ti when the truth becos known, why not fulfill my wish now."

"What is a Buddhist monk, and what are Zen riddles?" Mr. Yan spoke in confusion, yet she clearly saw a flash of light in his eyes, "Miss Ning, you’ve heard the saying ’Heavenly chanism cannot be revealed,’ I truly cannot speak about this. Farewell."

She was truly fed up with this damn Heavenly chanism! Anger surged within her, and she swiftly moved to grab his wrist, speaking with a smile: "Mr. Yan cos and goes in a hurry, which makes it evident I’ve been an improper host..." She now struck very quickly, her wrist flicking deftly, almost instantaneously her fingertips touched Mr. Yan’s fair skin. Initially, she had so trepidation toward him, but faced with such a significant secret that had entangled her day and night, she could no longer care.

Moreover, she believed this person indeed bore her no malice and would not harm her.

Mr. Yan did not move, nor resisted, secretly surprising her: could the prehistoric demon really be so easily caught?

Just as she was about to firmly grasp Mr. Yan’s wrist, she saw his mouth curl into a faint smile, and her fingers seed to press into thin air, suddenly feeling empty!

Mr. Yan maintained his stance, yet slowly faded away, like water stains on a table gradually drying up, finally disappearing into the air.

Such powerful Divine Skills! This wasn’t an Illusion Technique, because she clearly knew Mr. Yan was eating and drinking just dozens of breaths ago. Would a phantom be able to do these things? She recalled that Changtian had ntioned a unique Divine Skill called "Void Transformation," where the perforr’s body rged into the void, unable to attack others, nor could others touch them. It was a peaceful and harmless magic, seemingly quite useful, but exceedingly difficult to train in, with few willing to invest such considerable effort into it. Considering Mr. Yan’s worldly yet secluded approach, his study of this magic wasn’t surprising.

Ning Xiaoxian pressed her lips tightly and strode outdoors, peering out, indeed seeing a figure in white fluttering away, moving like flickering, each flicker advancing tens of ters. This style of Shrinking Land into Inches, she had dabbled in, but when implented, it was far from the marvelous display of others. Now, even if she wanted to intercept, she felt sowhat powerless, especially as he had already taken significant strides ahead.

Within a few breaths, Mr. Yan’s figure had already disappeared in the distance, no longer visible, only his gentle voice echoed in Ning Xiaoxian’s ear: "Miss Ning, the bright horizon leads to another village. But in this world, every gain must have a loss; if you weigh the amount properly, you will eventually achieve what you wish."

So, she hated these divine prophecies the most, forcing people to guess riddles. Directly speaking plainly, what loss would he suffer?

Additionally, does this old mystic co and go erratically just to give her such a vague, unreliable suggestion?

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In the end, she realized what Mr. Yan had referred to later that afternoon.