The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

This was the injury she sustained during the fight with Chi Wen in the underground palace. Although it was treated afterward, the aftereffects of the Summoning God Technique greatly reduced her recovery ability, so this injury had not improved at all. He gently stroked twice and realized that the bone fracture hadn’t healed yet. Thinking for a moment, he took out a Jade Box from his chest and spread a tiny bit of vermillion-colored ointment on her hand.

The ointment emitted a sweet fragrance, and it seemed quite effective, as after application, the pain on her face quickly diminished.

"Sister," Huangfuming mumbled, instinctively holding her tighter, his nape pressed against the wall of the carriage, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift.

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When Ning Xiaoxian woke up again, she was no longer on the carriage. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was a crane-shaped incense burner, its curved neck facing the heavens, looking so lifelike that it seemed ready to fly away. Just this one incense burner was crafted by a master craftsman, made of Enamel adorned with turquoise and rubies, something a mortal wealthy family would not dare use.

This residence was lavish; the large bed she lay on could easily fit five people lying together, with the bed board inlaid with ivory and tortoise shell landscape carvings, and the bedding was made of the rare Flying Camel Fur. Adult flying camels are few, growing three layers of fur inside and out, the best wool is the second layer of fine fluff that grows in spring, harvested within a week, then the finished product feels as smooth as skin, soft as water, a priceless rarity. What covers her now is smooth on the surface, light as if it’s nothing, yet very warm.

She noticed immediately that the fever had subsided. Huangfuming’s medicine was obviously effective, but her body still felt weak and she could barely lift her arm; Divine Power couldn’t run through the fractured and withered veins, but the pain from the break had greatly reduced, indicating she had slept for a long time.

She still needed time.

The Bright Pearl Lamp in the room emitted a soft pearl-white light, the carved wooden window frames were dark, indicating dimming skies. Just as she lightly coughed, a round-faced, charming young girl quickly stepped out from a partition, respectfully bowed and gently said, "Miss, you’re awake."

She replied softly, "Who are you? How long have I slept?"

"I serve you here at Ronglin Villa, you may call me Xiang Fen." The young girl smiled sweetly and naturally, "When you arrived, your high fever had just subsided, and you slept for several hours, it’s already 7 p.m now. The young master has visited twice, but you hadn’t awakened."

She was slightly surprised. It’s already the sixth, and there’s only one day left until the trade at Tianshu Temple. Fortunately, Changtian had made preparations before they left, if the two couldn’t return on time, members of the Hidden Stream would handle the task. At the time, she felt he was overly cautious, but now she realized it was necessary.

Speaking of the previous trades, Changtian didn’t need to be present himself, this time he was merely accompanying her for relaxation, little did she know they would get separated again in the Barbarian King’s Tomb.

Xiang Fen helped her sit up, only then did she notice her clothes had been changed into a set of goose-yellow silk shirt, she couldn’t help but ask, "Who changed my clothes?"

Xiang Fen said curiously, "Naturally, it was I." This female guest’s figure was so good that even as a fellow woman, she couldn’t help but blush.

Ning Xiaoxian, seeing her speak fluently and naturally, believed her, and upon sensing nothing unusual in her body, she relaxed. After a bit of inquiry, she learned she was unexpectedly seven hundred miles northeast of Red Ghost Mountain, in Xinyu City. This Ronglin Villa was an estate owned by the Mirror Sea King Mansion.

This was already outside the Hidden Stream’s territory, and within another Human Clan Immortal Sect’s realm—the Washing Sword Pavilion. She found the sect’s name familiar and remembered, in the northwest Snow Mountain, the unfortunate Xu Liangyu, designed by her to set up Tantai Yi and Hu Huo’er, was indeed the Washing Sword Pavilion Master’s son?

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, heavy footsteps came from outside, she recognized the deliberate sound to draw her attention, and sure enough, Huangfuming walked in. Xiang Fen, attuned to the nuance, moved a brocade stool to the bedside, bowed, and swiftly retreated from the door, her actions smooth enough that Ning Xiaoxian didn’t have time to call her back.

Huangfuming said joyfully, "You’re finally awake." He placed the brocade box on the table and opened it, releasing a fragrant aroma. "These are butter pastries from the supposedly famed Qinglan Cake House of Xinyu City, baked just a quarter hour ago, still warm. Would you like to try, sister?"