My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 191 - : After I Become an Immortal, Won’t There Truly be a Demon God in the Demon God Mountain?!

Chapter 191: After I Become an Immortal, Won’t There Truly be a Demon God in the Demon God Mountain?!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The treasure carriage remained stationary on the track, steady and unmoving, negating the need for the participants to drive it themselves.

Inside the cockpit, Cheng Lingzhu stood up, her long legs carrying her to stand in front of Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan swallowed hard, and in the next moment, she straddled him.

They faced each other.

Due to a spatial array, the cockpit, though dim and private, was not too cramped.

Cheng Lingzhu looked at him, her eyes like gentle, rippling water.

“Ehhh, this is a public place…”

Lu Xuan showed a mix of reluctance and welcoming.

“Then move your hand away.”

Cheng Lingzhu glanced down, her eyes twinkling. “Starting to wash the dishes before even cleaning the plate?”

“Cough, cough…”

Lu Xuan coughed twice, masking his embarrassment.

What a metaphor, he thought. Washing dishes naturally meant cleaning plates too, and kissing naturally involved more than just the lips.

There’s just… Nowhere to put things, he thought guiltily.

In the cockpit, just for the two of them, their bodies were very close.

Cheng Lingzhu gently kissed his forehead, then moved slowly and softly down his prominent nose, until their lips met.

It was some time before they parted.

Lu Xuan took a breath, holding Cheng Lingzhu in his arms. She felt hot, her face flushed, even the tips of her ears a pale red.

“I say, this Peach Immortal Mist isn’t that hard to refine, right?”

Lu Xuan kissed her ear.

It was just a bit of warm, life-giving Qi.

For Cheng Lingzhu, at her current level, dealing with this mist wasn’t too difficult.

“So it has nothing to do with the Peach Immortal Mist.”

Cheng Lingzhu lay in his arms.

Whenever she was with him, she felt weak, wanting to be held by him, reluctant to get up.

Cheng Lingzhu was unapologetic about this; it was her body’s reaction, after all. What could she do except lie honestly in her husband’s arms?

Lu Xuan held Cheng Lingzhu, gently stroking the back of the person in his arms.

Soon, a small gap opened in the bronze coffin. A little head appeared there.

Ye Banzhuang blinked several times, shocked:

“Master… It’s over already?”

She had been eavesdropping on top of the coffin but suddenly, it had gone quiet.

“What are you thinking?!”

Lu Xuan, slightly annoyed, took out a wooden sword from beside him, exerting his authority as a teacher, and gave his fourth disciple a knock on the head.

After all, it was the venue for the flying ship race, a public place; he wouldn’t dare to do something as outrageous as a ‘boat-shake’.

Moreover, the track wasn’t long.

Lu Xuan estimated that, given his situation, there wouldn’t be enough time.

The Peach Immortal Mist caused a minor commotion.

Not just for Lu Xuan’s group, but other competitors faced the same issue.

Inside the Ice Dragon chariot…

“Brother-

Ao Yuan’s voice was soft and delicate.

“Sister, you must hold back..”

Ao Sheng instinctively tightened his clothes. “My heart belongs only to the Empress of Cloud Fragmentation…”

“Bang!”

He was hit on the forehead with a wooden sword issued by the race committee, wielded by Ao Yuan.

“What on earth are you thinking?!”

Ao Yuan’s face turned red. “I meant for you to climb up and grab those extra points…”

“Oh, oh.”

Realizing his mistake, Ao Sheng quickly agreed and climbed onto the top of the chariot.

After Ao Sheng left.

Ao Yuan sat in the chair, rubbing her cheeks.

That foolish brother, always so clueless, she thought, exasperated. At the commentary booth, “It’s the Peach Immortal Spiritual Mist.”

The male commentator expressed surprise, “This substance nurtures meridians and strengthens inner breath. It’s beneficial for cultivators, but it has a minor side effect…

The female commentator decisively interjected, “Let’s turn our attention to the performance of the Buddhist and Taoist group!”

Of course, out of respect for the Flying Boat Race.

The participants refrained from inappropriate behavior on the field.

After the initial chaos.

The situation on the field stabilized.

Those who needed points got them, and those who needed to play it safe did so.

The sixth obstacle was smoothly passed, and the Mother Tree’s branches lowered, releasing the twelve flying ships.

“The competitors have now left the sixth barrier and are heading towards the seventh obstacle, the Demon God Mountain. This is the final stage of the Flying Boat Race.”

“After passing the Demon God Mountain, the contestants will face the final sprint!”

The atmosphere was electric in the spectator stands, but the mood was more solemn on the field.

All competitors subtly increased their speed.

If they were conserving energy in the previous stages, in this last one, everyone was giving their all.

The Demon God Mountain was a long mountain range stretching from north to south.

To the east of the mountain lay the oasis where Flying Boat City was located, and to the west was an endless desert.

This mountain range divided the oasis from the wasteland, presenting different landscapes on either side.

The competitors followed the route set by the race committee and entered the barrier.

This section of the race was constructed along a small segment of the Demon God Mountain, with a path wide enough for the competitors.

Upon reaching the peak of this section.

What came into view was a “sinkhole”.

Originally a fractured gap in the mountain, it had been transformed into a circular shape, with a diameter exceeding a thousand feet.

The sinkhole was not very deep, just a few hundred feet, allowing a clear view of the vegetation covering the bottom.

What truly caught the eye, however, was something above the sinkhole.

A massive spider web covered the sinkhole, serving as a “bridge” to cross it..