The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Unfathomably, he thought she would prefer these variously colored fruits.

Sure enough, her eyes lit up at the sight of food, and most of her fear seemed to vanish instantly as she hurried over.

Seeing that he apparently did not intend to hand her the plate, she boldly took food from his hand, first nibbling on two water chestnuts, then using her small teeth to crack open a few chestnuts, eating them with sheer delight. As for the few pieces of cooked meat, his guess was correct; she merely poked them lightly with her finger, as if uninterested.

Before she lowered her head, he saw a flash of contempt in this mortal woman’s eyes.

Was she disdainful of the army food?

Watching this little thing eat seemed quite interesting. Watching her only focus on the berries, he asked, "Like fruit?" His voice was so gentle that it startled even himself.

She was eating happily, nodding with a smile, when she swallowed too quickly, and her throat was blocked by a few peanuts.

"Cough, cough, cough..." She covered her mouth, making a tremendous uproar.

Changtian was speechless for a moment and instinctively patted her back, handing her the cup from the plate.

She quickly grabbed it and took several large swigs. She drank fast and hard, and the crimson wine trickled down her chin, flowing over her slender neck.

The golden hue of Changtian’s eyes immediately dimmed.

Yet she was completely unaware of this, putting down the cup and patting her chest as if to calm her startled nerves.

He watched his Adam’s apple move up and down.

After devouring some food, she was no longer famished and only then picked up a juicy piece of fruit to eat.

It was then that he realized, in fact, her manners were quite refined, vastly different from the usual barbarian women. The term "graceful" did not exist at this time, but her way of eating was indeed very quiet and elegant, her thin, pale fingers picking up strawberries and sending them into her rosebud lips, disappearing with a gentle motion.

Then she would even bite her finger.

Seeing this scene, he immediately felt that the performance of the two demonesses just now was vulgar and low-class in comparison. Yet her unintentional serene and content expression conveyed to him that she was completely unaware!

How had such a foolish and naïve woman survived this long?

He originally treated her as a pet, but never had he realized so clearly before that she was the little slave he picked up, meaning she belonged entirely to him. In the current world, he could do whatever he wanted with her.

Changtian suddenly reached for a grape and brought it to her lips.

Was this his way of telling her to eat it? She blinked in confusion, obediently opened her mouth, and allowed him to push the fruit into her rosebud lips, slowly chewing it.

Her cheeks puffed up, her eyes wide open like a rabbit’s. Changtian’s mouth curled into a smile as he caught the residual wine on her cheek in her astonished gaze. She tried to retreat, but he held her head in place with one hand and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, leaving her unable to move.

In the midst of entanglement, suddenly alarm bells rang in his mind.

Something is wrong! Everything about this situation was problematic. She seemed so real, her body warm, her breath hot, even every strand of her smooth hair felt tangibly genuine, everything audible to the ear.

But her behavior was too unusual!

Changtian abruptly opened his eyes, the golden light in his eyes suddenly bursting forth like the first ray of dawn, illuminating the endless confusion.

The perfect scene before him tore like a ripped canvas, shattering into fragments, each one fading into nothingness, never to exist again.

The tent was gone, the army was gone, and she was gone too. All that remained was the approaching figure of Yin Jiu You with a sharp, black needle in his hand, shorter than a sewing needle, yet entirely black as if it absorbed any light cast upon it.

Despite experiencing so much in the illusion of thoughts, in the real world, scarcely a moment had passed, not even the time it takes for an ordinary person to blink.

The black needle approached slowly, yet it was only two inches from his brow. Obviously, Yin Jiu You feared the killing aura from the needle would alert Changtian and dared to only advance inch by inch. As soon as Changtian opened his eyes, he felt a strong oppressive sensation at the corresponding spot on his brow.

The Soul Capturing Needle, one of Yin Jiu You’s ultimate skills! Even with his abilities, getting hit in a vital spot with this spike would have dire consequences. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he tilted his head back, spitting out a breath of Divine Fire, while his hand unhesitatingly sent the Nanming Lihuo Sword slashing outward.

Yin Jiu You, startled to see him suddenly open his eyes, tried to forcefully drive the Soul Capturing Needle in but was already too late, having no choice but to retreat gracefully. Yet Changtian’s movements were swifter, the blaze from the Nanming Lihuo Sword flickering as it sliced from his chest to his abdomen!

"Huh?" It was Changtian who frowned at this moment.

Although Yin Jiu You was essentially a Soul Body, and the sword would not feel as if cutting into flesh, he could clearly see that despite being hit, Yin Jiu You suffered no further harm. The sword tip passed through the air, leaving him somewhat disappointed.

"How about it? After all these years, you’re not the only one progressing rapidly." Yin Jiu You remained motionless, his purple robe becoming smooth again, and the previously severed arm and sleeve grew back, though the color appeared slightly lighter. His face, however, turned paler, clearly indicating that enduring Changtian’s Divine Skills twice had also taken a toll.

Changtian looked him up and down disdainfully, "Just temporarily retreating into Qingming to avoid the Sword Intent of reality, what sort of progress is that? Surely this move must have a price, right? If you have the skills, stay there and never come out!" Despite expressing this, he felt a slight admiration. This guy’s Heavenly Demon Illusion had become increasingly brilliant, able to trap even him, no longer resembling an illusion at all.

If not for Ning Xiaoxian’s highly inconsistent behavior in this illusion compared to reality, he might have truly been lost in it. His household’s girl had always been clever and strong, never had she been so timid before.

Yin Jiu You’s smile momentarily froze, seemingly not expecting him to discern the essence of his Divine Skill at a glance.

The two were both consciously restraining their power in this battle to avoid affecting what was inside the coffin. After all, they were within Chi Wen’s universe, and if they fought freely, they risked causing a spatial collapse.

Seeing him hold back, Changtian did not bother with him, turned around, and strode to the coffin, reaching out to push it open!

The bronze coffin lid creaked open.

Changtian’s gaze swept inside and immediately froze.

Although Yin Jiu You was still far from the coffin, his Divine Thought constantly monitored it, naturally allowing him to see what was inside the coffin at this moment.

What is this? The two exchanged a glance, exclaiming in unison, "Something’s wrong!"

Changtian no longer cared about fighting him, with a slight stamp of his foot, he vanished from the spot.

Yin Jiu You naturally knew where he went, emerging from Qingming and hurrying towards him.

This was the entrance to the inner palace—the small pond on the high ground, where Changtian stood with a grim face.

The water in the pond had been completely evaporated by his Divine Fire, leaving only a large block of stone at the bottom covered in moss and water plants. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

The entrance to the Teleportation Array had vanished.

Changtian turned to Yin Jiu You with a severe glance. The latter understood, firmly clarifying, "The dosage of Drunken Dragon Grass I gave to Chi Wen should keep it asleep for at least another hour!"