The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

After the Yi Divine Bow was crafted, it had to be placed in the Nine Heavens Thunder Prison to undergo the most violent and primal forces of Heaven and Earth for purification. From the start of crafting to the completion of the bow, it took exactly forty-nine years! Only such a crafted Divine Bow was qualified to be called the "Yi Divine Bow".

There is only one Yi Divine Bow in the world. The first demon it shot and killed upon its emergence shocked the world; it was none other than the renowned Three-legged Golden Crow.

Each Divine Artifact has its unique attributes. The attribute of the Yi Divine Bow is that with each giant demon or Divine Beast it kills, it itself becomes more powerful. The souls of the nine slain Golden Crows were absorbed into the bow, thus elevating it from a quasi-divine artifact to the ranks of a Divine Artifact. Throughout the process of the Barbarians expanding their territory on this continent, the successive Barbarian Kings didn’t know how many remarkable great monsters they had slain with the aid of this bow. Fortunately, it was buried underground and did not surface during the Ancient War; otherwise, who knows how many generals of the Demon Clan would have fallen.

"Wow, is its origin that significant?" she asked casually, "Then, can it pierce through the True Body of the Ba Snake?" Such a terrifying giant beast, could it really be handled by a mere longbow?

Unexpectedly, Changtian replied in a low voice, "I don’t know either. I’ve never encountered this bow."

She had never heard him sound so uncertain, which made her click her tongue, secretly rejoicing that this longbow had fallen into her hands.

"Now isn’t the time for curiosity." He handed over many subsequent tasks to her. His departure would not be short, and he couldn’t watch over her, watch over the Hidden Stream, so he felt very uneasy.

The White Tiger Star dashed like lightning, astonishingly carrying her over three hundred miles within just forty breaths, reaching outside a small county town.

Ning Xiaoxian was not in a convenient condition, and Changtian had no intention of riding the White Tiger into the county ostentatiously, so he dismissed it outside the city. The White Tiger gave her a resentful look before turning back into white mist and dispersing into the air.

In her hand, there were only two strands of tiger fur left.

Subsequently, Changtian quickly found an inn that appeared relatively clean in the county town and tossed a large silver ingot to secure an upper room. It was freezing cold at that time, and it was also the New Year’s period, so the inn was largely empty, nine out of ten rooms vacant. The shopkeeper, who was originally dozing off at the counter, immediately brightened upon seeing this amount of silver, eagerly attending to them, and instructed the clerk to serve tea and water.

Changtian, pressed for time, had no intention of being cordial, only instructing, "I want to rest; do not let anyone disturb me." With that, he hurried up the stairs.

Once inside the upper room, he closed the door behind him, fed her a few sips of tea, administered a few elixirs, and then let Ning Xiaoxian lie on the bed, drew the curtains, and carefully covered her with bedding before finally sighing in relief, yet immediately feeling a pang of heartache.

Once the Summoning God Technique time period was over, she would have to be bedridden for at least four days. All this time of pain and waiting, she had to endure alone. He longed to hold her in his arms personally, but sadly, his body was several millions of miles away, unable to touch or console her, feeling a deep agony.

Ning Xiaoxian, understanding what he was thinking, instead comforted him, saying, "No big deal, it’s just four days, it’ll pass in the blink of an eye. By the time you come back three months from now, I’ll still be full of life like a lively dragon."

Changtian sighed, sternly warning the Devouring Demon Vine Meat Ball attached to her, "Keep her safe, or I’ll chop you into firewood when I return!"

The Devouring Demon Vine squirmed for a moment, nearly shaking its branches to pledge its loyalty: mission guaranteed to be accomplished.

The two exchanged a few more intimate words until the time came. Changtian gently said, "Little baby, during this time, don’t act up again, and wait well for my return." Wishing he could kiss her for being so well-behaved.

"Yes, hurry back." She couldn’t help but urge him once more.

As a result, there was no further response in her mind.

He had left.

Ning Xiaoxian bit her lip, feeling hollow inside. For more than ten days, he had stuck by her side, his domineering presence at times smothering her, and now that he was letting her face her own issues alone, just like her, he seemed so wonderful, not enough could be thought or missed about him.

Feeling inexplicably wronged and like crying, don’t you think? Especially when the aftereffects of the Summoning God Technique began to kick in, the illusion of her meridians, muscles, and bones being torn inch by inch made her clench her teeth with all her might to stifle any sound.

It hurts! Deadly! So, unless absolutely necessary, she would never resort to this damned Summoning God Technique again, it was nothing short of self-torture!

This was a bustling inn, any loud groaning could draw unnecessary trouble.

Yet Changtian insisted on her lodging in a populated place because it was currently the dead of winter. Although this area was located in the southwest, far less cold than the Bashe Forest, the temperature would still drop to about minus ten degrees Celsius after nightfall. Especially with her body being far more fragile than that of an ordinary mortal after using the Summoning God Technique, if she carelessly found a cave in the countryside to settle, she would be frozen stiff in less than half a day.

Remember, the God Demon Prison was in Changtian’s hands and she couldn’t enter or exit it. After the aftereffects set in, her whole body would be immobile; even if she managed to get a sufficient amount of firewood to burn for four or five days, she wouldn’t be able to care for herself properly.

That evening, the clerk came knocking, crouched at the foot of the bed to tend the warming bed by cleaning the ashes and adding more coal, then asked her through the bed curtains if she needed a meal, which she refused. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to visit qidian.com to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)