The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1141 - 613: A Name Heard Everywhere

Fortunately, it did so, because at this moment, something resembling a dragonfly, and of similar size, was crawling towards Ning Xiaoxian under the cover of branches and leaves. Amidst the raging storms, its figure was barely noticeable, and with its light body weight, clinging to the seaweed branches and leaves, it wouldn’t be dragged into the vortex.

However, the creatures in this sea area now numbered no more than three, so Ba Snake easily detected the signs of a fourth life form. Its tongue flicked slightly and lifted the leaf off the head of the small creature.

Its gaze instantly froze, followed by overwhelming anger. If Qiu and Jin were still alive, it would probably kill them once more.

It recognized this thing. It was a creation from Qianjin Hall, a masterpiece that was half mechanical beast and half biological: the Self-Destruction Poisonous Insect. Gongshu Zhao had previously introduced it to Changtian and Ning Xiaoxian, explaining that there were numerous varieties of Self-Destruction Poisonous Insects. This one undoubtedly had a particularly strong attachment ability and could crawl to its target and complete the mission once the direction and target were set.

The two from the Yangming Sect must have considered all possibilities beforehand. What if they truly found Ning Xiaoxian but were unable to complete the mission? This Self-Destruction Poisonous Insect was indeed an excellent contingency measure.

Thinking of this, Ba Snake felt a deep sense of relief. It was fortunate that these two chose the kind of trick tool with life indicators or other inventions developed by Gongshu Zhao. Otherwise, it might have really suffered today. It itself would certainly not be injured in any case, but in her current state, she couldn’t withstand the bombardment of Qianjin Hall’s trick tool!

Its nimble tongue curled up and brought this dragonfly-like thing from its hiding place into its mouth. After a while, a muffled explosion was heard from its mouth, without any leakage.

A long time passed, until the sea surface returned to calm and until the fruit was again quietly resting among the leaves, no longer swaying. Only then did it cautiously curl up and form a coil once more.

This time, however, its movements were extraordinarily gentle, stirring only a few undercurrents, with only light waves on the sea surface. The Divine Beast had the ability to freely change its size, but if it suddenly shrank, it would likely create an even larger vortex. Therefore, it spent a whole two hours just curling back to its original position before continuing to close its eyes and pretend to sleep.

Its massive body failed to notice the woman sleeping inside the fruit, whose slender eyelashes suddenly quivered slightly.

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After three days of heavy snowfall, on the seventh of the twelfth lunar month, the snow-clad Bashe Forest finally welcomed a sunny day.

On this morning, a team from the Tianling Pavilion in the north arrived at the outskirts of this vast forest. The leader handed the Token to the locust tree spirit guarding the place. An invisible wave spread forward, and the trees all moved aside. Within moments, the forest had opened up a wide path to allow the convoy to pass.

According to the rules of the Hidden Stream, no external visitors were allowed to use Magic Artifacts to fly here, so the Tianling Pavilion’s team obediently proceeded along this path through the forest. Each time the locust tree spirit opened up a path for guests in the woods, the route was different, making it almost impossible to leave marks along the way.

At this moment, from the most luxurious carriage in the convoy, a woman’s voice emerged as if waking from a dream: "Ping’er, have we arrived?" Her voice was slightly hoarse and deep, yet surprisingly captivating.

The maid following by the carriage replied quickly, "Little Pavilion Master, we have arrived at the Ba Snake Mountain Range!"

The curtain with purple gold tassels was "swish" drawn open, revealing a face as delicate as blown glass, with eyebrows like emerald feathers, eyes like autumn waves, and a body like a willow swaying in the wind. Strictly speaking, although her face was a standard oval, her eyes were not large enough, and her lips were slightly thicker. Yet, her features fit together harmoniously to create a rare beauty, her eyes resembling phoenix eyes, and her red lips slightly pouted, as if inviting a man’s kiss, alluring and enchanting.

Along this journey to the southwest, she had grown weary of the snow-laden mountains and forests, and the trees in Bashe Forest were merely particularly tall with especially dense foliage. Yet, Little Pavilion Master Yan Lingxue propped her chin with her hand, appearing to be thoroughly enjoying the view. The maid Ping’er, smiling, said, "Is the Little Master in such a good mood because of the beautiful scenery, or because of the person we are about to meet?"

Yan Lingxue gave her a sidelong glance, teasing lightly, "You talk too much." Then she took a deep breath.

The air she inhaled was icy cold, yet it couldn’t quell the warmth in her heart. After three months of travel, that person was finally close at hand again.