The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 973 - 533: Secret Meeting in the Hall (Part 2)

"At present, it is still unknown," Great Master Qing Yue said. "In my opinion, sir, there is no need to be overly worried. If Ning Xiaoxian herself were an ordinary girl, how could she catch the young master’s eye? The women of this world, with charm and depth, are like partially unveiled paintings, intriguing and full of interest. If everything about them could be unraveled at once, what pleasure would remain?"

With these words, master and servant shared a knowing smile.

"Moreover, as you may have seen, Ning Xiaoxian, though human, is not a cultivator. The hidden guards who were here just now said that she doesn’t even have a human spirit root, and her aura is quite peculiar. It’s likely that her way of entering the Dao is through an alternative path."

Huang Fusong Yun’s interest was indeed piqued: "A mortal who can cultivate without a spirit root? Ha, do you think she might be like us and also...?"

Dian Qingyue pondered for a while before calmly saying, "That’s unlikely. She doesn’t have the slightest trace of evil qi. Though it’s unclear what divine skills she cultivates, the power she exudes is vast and majestic, akin to the righteous aura of heaven and earth. Such a person is most likely favored by the Heavenly Dao. Someone with evil qi who can cultivate divine skills to such a high level—besides the young master, there should be no second person like that in this world."

He bowed his head and said, "In any case, the young master’s presence in the world is an act against heaven, easily inciting its jealousy and potentially leading to an early demise. Otherwise, why would we send him to the Chaoyun Sect to seek the sect’s Qi Fortune for protection? If she indeed has great fortune, the young master receiving her protection would be beneficial."

"Indeed. If she’s blessed, hopefully, some of it can be shared with Ming’er. If only she were a mortal, it would be easier. When Ming’er is older, we could just bring her into the household." Huang Fusong Yun sighed deeply, "If only Ming’er were as fond of Jin Manyan. In three years, they are to be married, yet this boy is still constantly hating her, running to me everywhere saying he wants to break off the engagement. Truly, he doesn’t understand my good intentions!"

"A girl changes after eighteen; perhaps by then, the young master will see her differently." Dian Qingyue slowly said, "Jishi Building occupies a place of great feng shui, nurturing daughters who are beautiful and charming. Once the young master grows up, he will naturally recognize the goodness in women."

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As soon as Ning Xiaoxian and the hidden guards left Hongyan Hall, a servant bowed and greeted them, then escorted them to their new residence.

The King Jinghai Mansion had arranged an entire courtyard for her, named "Yiqing Garden," located by Little Mirror Lake, below Little Gushan. The ground was slightly elevated, offering a panoramic view of the lake and mountains from the courtyard. From there, one could also glimpse shadows of people wandering in other pavilions, making it a truly excellent location.

The courtyard itself had a small lake, its waters exceptionally clear but deep. The grasses gently brushed by invisibly revealed koi swimming. The pavilion, connected to the lakeside with arched bridges, was nestled amidst a profusion of flowers. Observing the layout of this garden alone, one could see the owner’s hidden ingenuity.

The garden had six studies, allowing the more than ten people she brought along to live comfortably. She, of course, occupied one, while the servants guided the remaining guards to their respective quarters.

Twenty or so maids were assigned to her in this garden. Since she stepped into Yiqing Garden, she hardly needed to do anything but walk. If thirsty, a green jade cup, filled with freshly made tea or ginseng soup, would naturally be served. If tired, the fragrance would be lit, and a tooth-bed lined boudoir awaited her. If bored, maids would cautiously ask if she wanted to stroll to the lake’s heart or offer various delicate items for her admiration. The small kitchen would always have hot, fine dishes ready, available at any time of day.

At the slightest frown, the maids would anxiously bow and ask in soft voices, "Do you have any orders, sir?"

This extravagant indulgence of luxurious living could not be enjoyed by ordinary wealthy individuals. Many people in Huaxia work tirelessly day and night, hoping to live one-tenth of such lavish life.

Ning Xiaoxian inwardly sighed as she listened to the servants describe that there were over two hundred and seventy gardens here, each with the same exquisite comfort, making one reluctant to leave. Although cultivators generally do not prioritize enjoyment, most started as mortals from modest backgrounds without much luxury. Suddenly falling into such a paradise, who could resist being tempted? No wonder she encountered so many cultivators along the way. Even she herself, had it not been for previous experiences, might have been dazzled by this vibrant and rich environment.

What a place King Jinghai Mansion is.

Fortunately, her heart was steadfast. Though slightly amazed by the taste of luxury, she accepted and enjoyed it calmly. However, she still didn’t like having too many people around staring at her, so she sent away most of the servants, keeping only two for dressing her hair.

Thanks to her shopping spree with Jiu Mo yesterday, she had enough clothing and accessories. The maid carefully groomed her long black hair, which reached her waist, feeling the comb glide smoothly like going through a waterfall, almost effortlessly reaching the ends. The sunlight streaming through the west window cast a golden glow over Ning Xiaoxian’s black hair. The maid couldn’t help but softly praise, "Immortal, your hair is so fine and of excellent quality."

Such are the perks of cultivation. She lazily acknowledged, requesting her hair be styled in a flowing side bun. The maid paused, seemingly glancing at her face. Ning Xiaoxian suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her, "What’s wrong?"

Feeling intimidated by the light in her eyes, the maid quickly bowed her head and gently combed her hair, "Nothing, nothing." (To be continued. If you enjoy 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 read at m.qidian.com.)