The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 928 - 508: Midnight Visitor (Part 2)

Huangfuming grumbled, "What did I let down? I don’t even like eating this." As soon as the words left his mouth, his heart sank: Oh no, you idiot, why did you blurt out the truth?

Sure enough, Ning Xiaoxian glanced at him sideways and said, "You gave me something you don’t like to eat, is that right?"

"No!" He quickly reached out and popped a piece of cake into his mouth, chewed twice, and immediately praised, "It’s very fragrant, very soft!" However, he noticed Ning Xiaoxian seemed a bit dazed, her cheeks slightly flushed, and he couldn’t help but wonder, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Hmm? Nothing!" Changtian often said "very fragrant, very soft" when they got cozy, and hearing these words now made it seem as if his deep, gentle voice was ringing in her ears again.

Ah, Ning Xiaoxian, you pervy girl, what are you getting all flustered for, for no reason! She spat at herself and quickly calmed her mind, grabbing a piece of thousand-layer cake and putting it in her mouth. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"It’s indeed delicious," she praised. She originally wanted to cover up her embarrassment, but after tasting it, she realized this pastry was even better than what she had bought from Lingxiang Records before, probably a limited edition sold exclusively to the rich and famous. The most remarkable part was it remained so soft and fragrant despite Ru State being not just a stone’s throw away. Jin Manyan must have gone to great lengths to keep it fresh on the journey here.

This young lady genuinely treats Huangfuming well.

Huangfuming had no idea what she was thinking, but seeing her praise, he knew he had chosen the right gift, and his eyes hinted at a bit of pride. Ning Xiaoxian looked at him and said, "You’ve given the gift, eaten the cake, shouldn’t you go back and sleep now?"

His face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: "What, are you trying to get rid of me? Where’s the tea, the tea? A visitor comes to your door, and not even a cup of tea is offered?"

Right, a young lad like you running around in dangerous Ba Snake Forest in the middle of the night, wouldn’t the elders of Chaoyun Sect be worried? She sighed and said, "Wait here." She filled a pot of well water and used divine power to bring it to a boil, letting it sit for a while, then poured the hot water over tea leaves, filling the room with a fresh fragrance.

Huangfuming sat in the chair watching her move about, noticing she wore a pair of plain black lacquered wooden clogs, stepping soundlessly. The black upper emphasized her perfectly formed feet, as pure white as snow, like beautifully carved jade, seemingly smaller than his own feet. He couldn’t help but notice her ten toenails were a lovely pale pink, beautiful like tiny shells on the shores of Mirror Sea.

He thought silently in his heart: She’s probably not much older than him, then saw these jade feet walking toward him.

"Tea’s ready." She handed the teacup to him.

"Isn’t it brewed tea?" Her set of celadon was quite nice, enhancing the jade-like color of the tea and accentuating her slender, delicate fingers.

At this time, most people drank brewed tea, adding flavor pepper, salt, and other things to the tea soup.

She shrugged, "I only drink clear tea. Huangfuming, I still have work to do tonight..." The demons sent by Miluo, she had allocated most to the Foreign Affairs Hall, though she also brought some ledgers back to work on. Since there was nothing to do at night, she sped up the process to catch the corrupt bugs sooner. Hmph, did this bunch really think it was that easy to steal from her purse?

He immediately interrupted, "But I’m very idle! Master said I don’t have to do homework today, and I don’t know anyone else in this Hidden Stream, so I had to come find you."

Does she look like a nanny? "Don’t you have any friends to play with?" Logically, wherever a young master like him goes, there should be a group of people flocking to him, right? Even if he came down the mountain to experience life with elders, there are plenty of young folks around ten years old in their group.

He let out a snort, "Are they worthy?"

"...Alright then, I appreciate being deemed worthy by you." She sighed deeply, "I’m going to the study to work now, young master, you should head home."

He tilted his head, eyeing her, "Are you in such a rush to push me out because there’s someone hiding in your room, hmm, another man?"

Her hands itched, she couldn’t hold back anymore! Ning Xiaoxian raised her head, a cold light glimmering in her eyes.

"Whoosh—" followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground and Huangfuming’s cry of pain he couldn’t hold back.

"That’s what you get for running your mouth!" Ning Xiaoxian clapped her hands, feeling utterly satisfied. Earlier, she had grabbed him by the collar and tossed him out the window. With quite some force and a hint of divine skill, the foul-mouthed brat had cultivation, but when he landed, his limbs were bound, making him fall headfirst.

Luckily, the courtyard was covered in snow but not stone, so it wouldn’t kill him. Huangfuming’s loud cry, undoubtedly more show than actual pain.

This time, surely, he’d leave, right?

She snorted through her nose, turned to go upstairs, when suddenly, a figure flickered by the window, and Huangfuming climbed back in through it, brushing off the snow and said, "If there’s no one, there’s no one! Such rudeness, actually laying hands on a child!"

In an instant, he reverted to a child, did he? Huangfuming had snow in his hair and on his shoulders, a tiny bruise on his forehead. His eyes carried three parts anger, but seven parts grievance.

He glared at her, saying, "Ah, it’s so cold." This woman moved quickly, he hadn’t even noticed before being thrown out like riding on a cloud. But she already tossed him once, would she really do it again?

Ning Xiaoxian rolled her eyes, picked up the lamp on the desk, and turned to leave. Predictably, Huangfuming cradled the teacup and followed her steps closely, understanding in his heart: She could see in the dark and didn’t need a lamp to walk around. This lamp was for him, signaling her silent consent for him to follow.

Her study was in the attic, much smaller than the living room but very cold. Her cultivation was so profound, she was indifferent to changes in temperature, but Huangfuming’s fox fur was left downstairs. He entered and immediately sneezed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)