The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1068 - 584: Heaven’s Chosen Human

The second secret report mentioned that during the capture of the plague demon outside Chiming City, and the capture of the Eldest Young Master Qing Ji of Fengtian Prefecture in the Northwest Altaria Mountain, Ning Xiaoxian and Miluo both acted together.

If Ning Xiaoxian were here, she would undoubtedly be shocked by the precise depiction in these two secret reports, as though witnessing it firsthand. These reports are concise and to the point, describing the events without a single word of embellishment.

Yet precisely because of this, it stirs the reader’s imagination endlessly.

At the end of the second secret report, there was a small line: Hidden Stream’s box at Bai Yujing is No. 732.

Jin Wuhuan reviewed these two secret reports repeatedly, as if trying to memorize every word, before finally using True Fire to burn them to ashes.

"Good, good. What a pair of adulterers. Even if Manly Death wasn’t your doing, you’re still largely involved!" He slowly spat out these words through clenched teeth, then gave a cold glance at the confidant standing respectfully beside him, "You did handle things quickly this time, didn’t you? How come I’ve got their news on my desk so soon?"

The confidant, knowing the master’s suspicions, bowed and said: "Master, I am ashamed. It was not my investigation, someone had just sent a beggar child to deliver it to me. By the time I followed the beggar’s directions to chase them, they had already disappeared."

"Oh, what I want, someone outside knows at first instance?" Jin Wuhuan raised an eyebrow: "So it’s like someone wants to use me?"

The confidant dared not respond.

Jin Wuhuan sighed heavily. He only had this one useful clue, and the person who sent the reports obviously wasn’t afraid he’d refrain from taking the bait. This was an open plot, a naked open plot, but Grandmaster Jin could only jump in directly because he was indeed eager for revenge.

The confidant stood by for a while, seeing he was silent, then softly said: "If Mr. Miluo receives tragic news, I fear he’ll rush to the Central Capital as well?"

Jin Wuhuan sneered: "Correct. While those two haven’t met yet, we must get the clues of my son’s murder from Ning Xiaoxian’s mouth sooner."

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The next day passed by uneventfully.

Ning Xiaoxian was in Bai Yujing, primarily to watch over the sales of her Spirit Pills — Heavenly Residence had collected numerous herbs and Spirit Pills from Hidden Stream, and they were put on sale that day. The efficacy of Hidden Stream’s elixirs was renowned, and although it was the first time Bai Yujing sold items from Hidden Stream, it caused quite a stir.

This time, Heavenly Residence acquired over ten kinds of medicines from Hidden Stream, and many had miraculous effects, so the auction proceeds were quite substantial. According to the agreement, these funds were delivered to her that evening, totaling over five million Spirit Stones, with over four million left after deducting the Chamber of Commerce’s commission.

No matter the time or space, the pharmaceutical business is indeed a lucrative trade. She weighed the hefty storage bag in her hand, feeling quite satisfied.

After settling the accounts, the moon had already risen by the time she returned to the inn. Qingluan and Qi Zai were, as usual, absent, and she, pondering a bit, had no intention of going out again. She dragged Jiu Mo to find a table in the inn’s hall, ordered a few appetizers and a pot of fruit wine, and drank alone.

Jiu Mo had also been mostly silent these days, seemingly dispirited. Ning Xiaoxian popped a plum kidney bean into her mouth and teased her: "Elder He sent a message earlier, saying Tu Jin has finally come out of retreat, asking when we’ll return to the Ba Snake Mountain Range or if we want him to come to us?"

He came out? Jiu Mo "ah"-ed, couldn’t help but look up, and found Ning Xiaoxian smiling at her, so she lightly coughed and said, "He came out of retreat, so what?"

"Oh, really." Ning Xiaoxian deliberately lengthened her tone, "I told him to stay in Hidden Stream. We’ll go back after playing for another seven or eight months."

Another seven or eight months? Jiu Mo’s face fell, then she realized and glared at her unamusedly.

Ning Xiaoxian tipped back a cup of fruit wine, letting the laughter flow down her throat. At this moment, her keen hearing picked up a soft voice saying: "Could Master Uncle be lying? Saying that my opportunity has arrived, but it’s the fifth day of Bai Yujing’s auction, and I haven’t seen the Nanming Lihuo... mmm!"

The voice was soft and gentle, like a seven or eight-year-old girl whining playfully, and the complaint within sounded quite endearing. However, the last words were abruptly cut off, as if someone had muffled her. Sure enough, another female voice hurriedly said, "There are too many people and ears here; you didn’t even erect a barrier, and you dare speak nonsense!"