"Immortal, please stop!"
"Huh?"
Ao Qing, who was planning to hitch up his pants and run, halted.
Qingluan and Xiao Yu proactively bowed, and the term they used was sowhat peculiar, Immortal? Even Jiang Feng couldn't help but frown. He could vaguely guess why Qingluan's attitude toward him was more enthusiastic than toward others, but this title was a bit unexpected.
So-called Immortal refers to high-level Spiritual Beasts that have long coexisted with humans. They possess imnse power, causing various phenona, triggering miracles, or bringing disaster and curses. If people worship or pray, they can receive blessings.
Blessings are not rely superstition; they bring true fortune. People with fortune experience stark differences from others whether in actions or coincidental opportunities. In cultivation or facing desperate situations, fortune is paramount. It's sowhat like...
It's like when you burn incense and offer tribute to your ancestors daily, burn papern, offer small sedan cars, everyone laughs at you for being foolish, unable to make ends et but still offering tributes to ancestors. Then you truly win the lottery the next day, your ancestors pull strings for you in the underworld, and no matter how reckless you act, you can't die. Facing any dead-end, you find a way out.
In fact, every cultivator has so asure of fortune blessed by ancestors. Otherwise, they wouldn't embark on the path to immortality. The stronger the cultivator, the deeper their fortune, just like Jiang Feng now; sotis fate just happens to knock at your door.
Several tis he fell into desperate situations, yet every ti he narrowly escaped death. Such fortune, apart from being innate, can only be obtained by plundering others, completely refining their Nascent Soul or body, or it cos from the blessings of Immortals.
Ao Qing before them was the so-called Immortal.
"May I ask which lineage the Immortal hails from? I am She Qingluan, descendant of the She branch of the East Sea Clan, offspring of the ancestral celestial beast Xiangyou."
The attitude was distinctly different.
Facing Ao Qing, Qingluan showed not enthusiasm but respect— a lower-ranking person treating a superior with reverence, and even with a tinge of admiration. In the face of Qingluan's goodwill, Sister Ao Qing was just...
"Rumble?"
Emitting a cat-like sound from the throat, resembling a purr.
"Rumble——rumble~"
The sound elongated, though the voice was smooth, Qingluan nodded earnestly and replied, "Is that so? I had no intention to offend."
"Rumble~ woo!"
"Mm-hmm, truly sorry, it's my ignorance, but please don't misunderstand. According to ancestral records, Eastern and Western Demon Clans share the sa lineage; perhaps your realm is the main family. May I ask where you currently live? If you don't mind, would you be willing to visit the East Sea Clan?"
"Howl?"
"Naturally, it's all up to your mood. As long as you're willing, I'll inform the Family Head, report to the Royal Family, and we'll co out to greet you together. If you don't mind, could you allow to accompany you on a tour within this Old Capital..."
This scene made Jiang Feng's eyes widen.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
"No way, how can she understand?"
A face full of questions, having spent so long with Ao Qing, he could only guess its general emotions, yet here she arrives communicating seamlessly, isn't that a bit too much?
Key is Ao Qing's attitude toward Qingluan, totally different from its attitude toward him, sowhat gentle, like seeing a distant relative. Jiang Feng's eyes were filled with confusion. Although Ao Qing also bore the legacy of elders, according to Sister, when she found the injured Ao Qing, it was still young.
During Ao Qing's recovery, Liu Tangxi had once searched for traces of Ao Qing's elders. With her keen vision and ability, she naturally could instantly recognize Ao Qing's uniqueness. Typically, such Immortals have their own forces, their worshipers, and followers.
Yet Ao Qing's identity is peculiar, with fortune belonging to the top of the food chain, capable of standing alongside the East Sea Clan's Dragon Lord, a top-tier lineage. Yet it was wandering, pursued by ordinary Demon Beasts to near death, riddled with injuries. This is extrely strange.
Nose sniffing all around Qingluan, even trying to thrust its head under Qingluan's skirt. Unknown to others, one would think it's a lecherous cat. But Qingluan was not resistant at all, naturally extending her hand, allowing its head to rub against her body.
Xiao Yu, too, though clearly more restrained. The massive snake tail curled up on the ground, shaking with such tremors that one could hear Xiao Yu's teeth chattering from ters away.
"ow~"
Nodding its huge head, it was noticeable it had little aversion toward the East Sea Clan person, which made Qingluan imdiately beam and promptly approach to chat and ingratiate herself.
"So this is her real motive; I wondered why she was batting her eyes at you, humph. Originally she sniffed out the scent on you early on; her mind truly deep. But she was lucky, bet correctly."
It was Cen Yueyue's voice.
The group changed to four again; this ti including a Spiritual Beast. Unlike the previous conspicuous appearance, upon deciding to follow the East Sea Clan pair for a tour nearby, Ao Qing began changing forms.
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