The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 207 - 135 Wanted!

Chapter 207: Chapter 135 Wanted!

She pointed at the Treasure Bead who had been comatose since the spell was cast! She had been moved to a corner; during the past ten-plus two-hour periods, Ning Xiaoxian had been too busy to attend to her.

The Treasure Bead was merely a mortal, not having consumed a morsel of food or a drop of water all day long; if she continued in her comatose state, her body would start to deteriorate. But now that they had left Rock City, what should they do with her? Surely they could not just abandon the young lady in a desolate wilderness—wouldn’t that be the same as killing her?

So Changtian and Qiongqi almost simultaneously exclaimed, "Simple, just kill her."

These two were truly ruthless!

Seeing her look of disdain, Qiongqi chuckled awkwardly: "The lady of the house has a compassionate heart and naturally could not bear it. But there’s neither village ahead nor shop behind us. Should we take her back to Rock City? That would truly be walking into a trap. Besides, she has seen your true face, if she leaks the secret once back, your life will be in danger." The latter is the crux of the matter.

As they spoke, Changtian suddenly frowned and said, "Someone’s coming to search outside, you go out first."

She quickly returned to her guest room and indeed heard bursts of noise from the farm, probably searching other guests. Ning Xiaoxian heard a man’s teasing voice followed by a scream!

Two little bat demons were staring intently at the door.

Upon seeing her emerge, Bai Hong took her hand and briefly wrote on her palm: "We’ve got pursuers, they are demons." It tickled, and she dared not laugh. Demons’ hearing was far superior to humans’, so he didn’t dare speak out loud.

She heard the voice of the middle-aged uncle who cherished money like life, seemingly leading people this way.

Those who play the thief always have a guilty conscience. Ning Xiaoxian’s heart skipped a beat, thinking: Here they come!

Sure enough, the uncle knocked twice on her door, shouting loudly, "Miss Li, please open the door, the officials have some questions for you!" Ning Xiaoxian, learning from the lesson of the near-miss with Hu Huoer recognizing her, no longer casually told others her name. The surname Li was common and the least likely to draw attention.

After waiting for a couple of seconds, she adjusted her heartbeat and breathing, then pretended to be groggy with sleep as she opened the door, rubbing her eyes and saying, "What’s the matter at this late hour?" Her usual breathing and heartbeat were unusually low, but fortunately, the technique of breathing regulation was miraculous, allowing her to adjust them again.

Behind the greedy uncle stood a few people, the leader of whom was a woman with peach cheeks and phoenix eyes, a slim waist, dressed in purple. Upon the door opening, the woman gently pushed the uncle to the side and smiled, "Little miss, something has happened in Rock City, the government office wants us to search each house for a person."

This woman, she recognized her! Ning Xiaoxian believed her eyesight was impeccable; she had seen the demon infiltrating the Wen Residence through Master Fan’s Water Mirror yesterday, and this woman was one of them! Was that scream earlier because a guest had teased this femme fatale?

Ning Xiaoxian’s face paled as she said softly, "If what this elder sister says is true, do you have a token from the government office as proof?"

A token? Those outside exchanged glances; they were demons and had never considered that randomly searching mortal homes required any token. Just as one of them was about to scold her, the leading lady waved her hand, saying, "Of course we do." She raised her hand, and indeed, a dark iron token lay in her palm.

The night had deepened, and without stars or moonlight, only the light of a torch revealed it to be a token with fine engravings. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to snatch it for a closer look, and might just believe in it. But Ning Xiaoxian was an exception; with a glance, she memorized the patterns and characters on the token.

It definitely wasn’t a token from the Yan City Government Office because it clearly bore the inscription: "Fengtian Prefecture, Twelfth Patrol Command!" The script resembled ancient Huaxia seal characters, which Changtian said was Demon Script. One of her nightly tasks over the past days had been to learn to recognize these glyphs. As a diligent student, it was too easy for her to identify the characters on the token.

But ordinary people couldn’t tell the authenticity of the token at a glance, nor could they read demon script, so she could only nod, indicating that she believed.

The purple-clothed woman smiled, "Little miss, are you on the road alone? Where are you heading?"

"We’re planning to head west to stay with relatives," she shifted slightly to the side, "together with my brothers."

The crowd looked over, and indeed, there were twin boys in the room. Apparently frightened by the strangers, they hid behind a table, peeping out only their heads.

"Oh, such adorable children." The purple-clothed woman’s eyes lit up, and she pushed forward as she spoke. If Ning Xiaoxian did not step aside, she would soon bump into the woman’s heaving bust, so reluctantly she moved to one side, thinking that with the little bat demons looking the way they did, with which eye did you find them adorable? She was truly telling bold-faced lies.