The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 400 - 237 Yearning

Ning Xiaoxian opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for quite some time before her vision focused. Where was this? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She seemed to be lying in a small bamboo building, where everything was made of bamboo. Bamboo bed, bamboo mat, bamboo chair, bamboo table... Yet the bed she was lying on was covered with a large White Tiger pelage, which isolated the hardness of the bed board and felt very comfortable to touch.

A small oil lamp was lit on the table, indicating that it was already dark outside. She could hear the sound of chickens and dogs, so she had not been captured by the Immortal Sect?

"Changtian?" She tried to call out softly only to find her voice weak, like that of a patient who had suffered from a high fever for three days and nights.

"I’m here." He responded in a low voice, seemingly in a bad mood, "You’re in a farmer’s house; someone saved you."

Just as she was about to speak, the door curtain lifted, and a farmer girl came in, holding a basin of water. Seeing her awake, the girl joyfully called out, "Young master, the patient has woken up!"

No sooner had her words fallen than sounds of fluttering sleeves came from outside, followed by another lifting of the door curtain as someone else came in.

This person was tall, and his entrance made the small space inside the bamboo building seem even more cramped. However, his presence was not as aggressive as Changtian’s; standing there, he carried an air of a refined gentleman. Yet, from the moment he came in, he fixed his eyes intently on her, with such focus that it made her blush.

Ning Xiaoxian blinked, then blinked again, seemingly in disbelief that this man would appear here: "Quan... Big Brother?"

His eyes immediately filled with a layer of warm smiles: "It’s me."

He quickly took two steps forward, as if he wanted to reach out, but then he withdrew his hand and turned to the farmer girl, "Miss, may we have a private word?"

Even when speaking to mortals, he was extremely polite. The girl’s face flushed, and she quickly exited with a bow.

"How come you are here?" she wondered aloud.

The smile on Quan Shifang’s face suddenly froze, and a hint of embarrassment appeared.

Ning Xiaoxian was extremely intelligent. Recalling the familiar presence of the Thunder Sword, she blurted out, "It was you... who released the flying sword!" Just as she said this, she agitated her lungs and suddenly felt a blackout, coughing twice.

Seeing her discomfort, Quan Shifang quickly walked to the bedside, wanting to help her, but not sure where to place his hand.

He said in a low voice, "Your injuries have not fully healed. I fed you Jade Dew Pills, your external injuries and meridians have healed, but your internal organs are severely injured. Although the medicine has taken effect, you still need time to recover."

His voice was laden with guilt, but Ning Xiaoxian snorted softly and ignored him, turning her head towards the bamboo wall, counting the number of bamboo scars on it. For some reason, she always acted more capricious in front of Quan Shifang, unlike how compliant she was around Changtian. Just thinking that it was him who had injured her made her heart fill with irritation.

As she turned her head, it revealed an exquisitely beautiful neck, curvaceous and elegant, reminding Quan Shifang of the white swans raised by his Immortal Sect. A few strands of her black hair playfully rested on her shoulders, framing her skin that glowed with a jade-like radiance. The dim light from the lamp flickered, casting a delicate and charming silhouette of the beauty on the bed.

Suddenly, Quan Shifang felt his mouth go dry. He had always been tongue-tied in front of Ning Xiaoxian. At this moment, he was even more lost for words. He wanted to explain, but as soon as his gaze fell on her chest that heaved in annoyance, he hastily turned away as if he had been scalded.

"I didn’t do it intentionally." After some thought, he murmured, "You were lying on the back of the White Bird, and I didn’t see your face..."

Ning Xiaoxian scoffed, "So, it’s my fault then?"

"Mine, of course, it’s mine." He knew his words were incoherent, so he coughed slightly and said, "I’m to blame." He apologized earnestly, "I’m sorry, Miss Ning, I shouldn’t have hurt you."

Ning Xiaoxian listened to his serious tone, turned her head back to look at him, and saw Quan Shifang’s brow furrowed as deeply as the character "川", his usually bright eyes filled with self-reproach and guilt. It was clearly a matter that troubled him deeply.

This man had such a quality that one glance at him conveyed his utter sincerity.

Her body was still in extreme discomfort. She really wanted to scold him fiercely, but when the words reached her lips, she couldn’t bring herself to say them, just sighed softly and spoke in a low voice, "Why did you choose to help them?"

He replied embarrassedly, "I saw the people from Tianlan Courtyard claiming their affiliation, and then I saw the White Bird approaching. I assumed you were indeed a thief... My sword strike was merely an attempt to intercept. I didn’t expect... I didn’t realize you were already seriously hurt, and I had just received that Magic Artifact, unaware of its great power."