The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 946 - 520: An Old Acquaintance Returns

"Miss Ning, it truly has been a long time." The man casually walking along the forest path paused slightly, a smile emerging on his face. Today, he wore white attire, immaculate from the tip of his hair to the hem of his clothes. When she was with the Cloud Tiger Trading Team, she thought this Mr. Tutor had quite an extraordinary air; no matter where the caravan went in the wilds, his hair and clothes were always immaculate, without a speck of dust.

Three years had gone by, seemingly leaving no trace on him. Looking at him now with Ning Xiaoxian’s current perspective, the mysteries surrounding Mr. Yan only grew more numerous.

First, she could confirm one thing: Mr. Yan was definitely not human. When she was still a mortal with mere worldly eyes, Mr. Yan appeared amicable, kind, with a touch of mystery—beyond that, there was nothing more to discern. Now, things were different; she had stayed at Hidden Stream for so long, a place reputed as a demon haven, encountering all kinds of peculiar demons. With tempered eyesight, she could now see clearly that Mr. Yan’s aura distinctly differed from that of humans.

Mr. Yan showed no surprise upon seeing her, as if it were totally normal that she, a mortal with no Spirit Root, suddenly possessed a Harmonization Early Stage cultivation, as if her chaotic aura wasn’t worthy of any fuss.

Secondly, Mr. Yan’s cultivation was unfathomable. Even with her current abilities, she couldn’t see through the true nature or the realm of this white-clothed individual. Each step Mr. Yan took, he strangely merged with the surrounding scenery. Just seeing his true form was like gazing at the moon in the water: indistinct. His gaze, pure and primal, made one feel a primordial innocence. Changtian had mentioned this was the "Unity of Heaven and Man" realm, embodying a Heavenly Heart above, and discerning human fate below, leading to an enlightened understanding of the world, reflecting a heart as clear as a mirror. Among the vast multitude, few could attain such a state.

More importantly, the Bashe Forest was a forbidden area to demons of other sects; the existence of the Power of Growth barred all demons outside Hidden Stream from spying within. Even though Miluo acquired the Old Mansion Master’s legacy, reaching the Harmonization Realm, he couldn’t directly enter the forest to find her. Yet Mr. Yan entered and left as though it were an uninhabited area, with an air of disdain for the restrictions imposed by the Power of Growth. Why was this?

Oddly, she felt no malice from Mr. Yan towards her. He always had a reason for appearing; what was his motive this time?

She invited Mr. Yan back to her residence, served a cup of Spiritual Tea, and they chatted for a while about the amusing anecdotes from traveling with the Cloud Tiger Trading Team, sharing laughs.

After some time, the room fell silent, and she tapped the table lightly, softly saying, "Mr. Yan, I am pleased to have you visit me."

Mr. Yan lowered his gaze, "I was merely on a wandering trip, visiting by chance."

She chuckled, "Oh? So, you didn’t come specifically for me?"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Yan finally uttered, "Has he... not come out of seclusion yet?"

Her heart convulsed violently, almost poking a hole in the table due to her lack of control over her strength, "He, which ’he’?" Yet she clearly knew Mr. Yan was referring to Changtian.

F*cking hell, when did the secret of the God Demon Prison become so worthless, with Gongshu Zhao knowing it and Mr. Yan too? It made sense for Gongshu Zhao since he was one of Yin Jiu You’s avatars and understood the prison better than she did. But Mr. Yan? Wasn’t he just a passerby?

Moreover, aside from her and her few close friends, no one knew about Changtian’s seclusion. How did Mr. Yan acquire this secret?

Her mind spun, first thinking of silencing him, followed by destroying the evidence. But Mr. Yan seemed unfathomable, and she was alone now; if she summoned Tu Jin and Qi Zai along with dozens of Hidden Guards, could she handle him? Hmm, it still felt risky.

Mr. Yan remained silent, yet his gaze carried three parts of knowing smile. She suppressed her impulsive aggression and coldly asked, "How do you know? Do you know him?"

Mr. Yan surprisingly nodded, "The Divine Monarch and I are old acquaintances."

The revelation left her aghast. Changtian himself was a prehistoric great monster; to be ’old acquaintances’ with him, one must have lived at least thirty thousand years, right? Moreover, Mr. Yan seemed to think this wasn’t shocking enough, adding, "Actually, I’m older than Shaking Heaven God."