Chapter 1761 - 135: Is She a Immortal?
Wall Cliff.
Under the green pines.
A leisurely fragrance of tea rose; a few wisps of steam coiled upward like clouds and mist, the mountain utterly still, without wind.
Beside the tea brazier, two women sat on either side.
One was a little older, a beautiful matron’s face, with two extra shades of gentleness between her brows compared to ordinary people.
The other had a young girl’s countenance, white hair smooth and soft, hanging down to her waist, with two extra shades of frost between her brows compared to ordinary people.
Tap tap tap—
From the mountain path behind them came scattered footsteps.
"Patriarch, the two of them are here!" Cang Yue set down the teacup in her hand and spoke.
The white-haired woman nodded.
She casually picked up the teacup before her, set it to her jade-like red lips, and lightly sipped.
Behind, Jiang Ning’s face first entered Cang Yue’s field of view.
His eyes seemed to contain the Great Sun and bright moon; Yin Yang Mysterious Light surged around his body in waves, endlessly expanding outward.
Then Shen Yueru also appeared in her sight, clad in red, her figure tall and slender.
"I greet you, seniors!" Jiang Ning came before the two and cupped his hands.
"I greet, Sect Master!" Shen Yueru first bowed with clasped hands toward Cang Yue, then bent at the waist toward the white-haired woman who only showed her back, "I pay my respects, Patriarch!"
"Master Jiang, please be seated!" Cang Yue rose, then extended her hand in invitation.
Facing Jiang Ning, her bearing was not arrogant.
Because she knew what an Immortal of the Primordial Spirit realm represented.
Placed in the Ancient Era, an Immortal of the Primordial Spirit realm could be equated with a true Immortal.
Even now, Jiang Ning’s cultivation was equal to her own as Sect Master of the Red Flame Sword Sect, not inferior to her.
Moreover, Jiang Ning had just revealed his identity: one of the ten Sequenced True Inheritances of the Shangyang Immortal Sect.
She had also just learned information about the Shangyang Immortal Sect from her own Patriarch’s mouth.
This hegemon of the Ancient Era, a giant-tier power, though annihilated, a power of that level, even if its lineage is extinguished, never dies cleanly.
For a certain existence great enough, time is not absolute.
So she understood that this Sequenced True Inheritance of the Shangyang Immortal Sect who had suddenly come to visit, his background alone could not be taken lightly, let alone what it meant to have reached this realm in this era.
To attain Immortal of the Primordial Spirit realm upon an upper-grade Immortal Foundation—that is a truly peerless heaven’s chosen.
"Yueru, you sit as well!" Cang Yue turned and said to Shen Yueru.
"Yes, Sect Master!" Shen Yueru nodded.
Then she came to the cushion beside Jiang Ning, sat cross-legged, directly facing her own Sect Master.
And Jiang Ning sat cross-legged opposite the white-haired woman.
The Yin Yang Mysterious Light around him still spread of its own accord, layer upon layer, as though without end.
"Daoist friend, have some tea! This tea can be drunk by the Primordial Spirit, and is of benefit to the Primordial Spirit!" The white-haired woman picked up the teapot and slowly poured tea into the cup before Jiang Ning; the veins on the back of her hand were distinct, her five fingers jade-like and slender.
At close range, Jiang Ning carefully sized her up, yet could not see the slightest flaw on the white-haired woman’s flesh.
A trace of unusual light flickered in his eyes at once.
Then, looking at the teacup before him filled to the brim, he politely said, "Many thanks!"
"Patriarch, allow me!" Seeing that the fair hand holding the teapot moved before her, Shen Yueru hurriedly took the teapot with both hands, her manner one of panic and deference.
The white-haired woman, seeing this, did not insist, letting Shen Yueru take the teapot.
At this moment, Jiang Ning also picked up the teacup before him and lightly sipped.
In an instant, his brows knit tightly.
An extremely bitter taste exploded in his mouth, a bitterness he had never tasted in his life.
But in the next moment.
The extreme bitterness dispersed, transforming into sweetness; his tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed.
Afterward he slowly swallowed the tea in his mouth; the sweetness like clear spring flowed down his throat into his belly.
"Fine tea!" After finishing that mouthful, Jiang Ning praised, "At entrance, extremely bitter; from extreme bitterness is born sweetness. The sweet aftertaste lingers long, unbroken and continuous!"
As his words fell, he looked at the white-haired woman opposite him.
Her features were cold and clear, her gaze extremely faint.
Yet even now, on her face he still could not see the slightest flaw.
"Senior, may I ask, are you an Immortal?" Jiang Ning set down the teacup in his hand and spoke.
The white-haired woman inclined her slightly pointed chin toward Jiang Ning in a nod.
Hiss—
Hearing this, Jiang Ning silently drew in a cold breath in his heart.
Previously he had suspected that this white-haired woman before him was a true Immortal, but now that he had received the white-haired woman’s own confirmation, his heart was still filled with astonishment.
"Daoist friend, you are not a member of this Cave Heaven Blessed Land?" The white-haired woman fixed her gaze straight on Jiang Ning and suddenly spoke.
At her words, Jiang Ning hesitated only for a moment, then nodded.
"Senior’s eyes are like torches!"
"No wonder you would look upon me with such astonishment!" The white-haired woman nodded, a look of understanding on her face.
Then she added, "Daoist friend, is this your first time seeing an Immortal?"
"Yes." Jiang Ning nodded again.
"When you looked at me just now, were you curious as to what an Immortal Body is?" the white-haired woman asked again.
Jiang Ning nodded once more, his expression amazed. "Senior, you are truly formidable!"
The white-haired woman picked up her tea and lightly sipped.
The extremely bitter tea that had made even Jiang Ning knit his brows showed not the slightest trace upon the white-haired woman.
She set down the cup in her hand and turned her gaze back to Jiang Ning.
"Daoist friend, you look as though you wish to speak but hold back—what are you hesitating over?"
Jiang Ning spoke: "I wished to borrow Senior’s hand, to behold Senior’s Immortal Body for a moment, but doing so would be overly presumptuous."
"To look at the hand only—that is nothing worth mentioning." The white-haired woman said.
As her words fell.
She stretched out her left hand; her sleeve slid down her snow-white wrist, revealing a delicate wrist like frost and snow.
If one did not know the woman’s identity and strength, no one could imagine that such a slender hand could possess the power to shift mountains and overturn seas.