The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1144 - 613: Renowned Everywhere

Yan Lingxue slowly shook her head: "You don’t understand. No matter how much a man spoils the woman he loves, there is always a limit. Pouring the kingdom’s resources to make a beauty smile—how could such a thing exist in reality? Shaking Heaven God must have his own ambition to conquer the world, and uses her as an excuse to wage wars everywhere. Beauty is a curse, ha, ha, how could there truly be such a thing as beauty being a curse in this world?"

Speaking to this point, her voice lowered, murmuring: "If there is such a thing, I would truly like to witness it myself."

Ping’er glanced around before transmitting her voice: "I don’t believe she could be more beautiful than you! I’ve heard she has been placed deep within the heart of the Bashe Forest, a location known to only a few. If Little Pavilion Master wishes to see her..."

Yan Lingxue glared at her and said: "Nonsense! Haven’t enough people died over this matter in the past two years? If such a small thing were to touch the reverse scale of Divine Monarch, wouldn’t all efforts be wasted?"

Ping’er pouted, muttering: "I was just mentioning it."

The sky gradually darkened, and finally, it was time for the evening banquet.

Since Changtian escaped from the God Demon Prison and returned to Bashe Forest, Hidden Stream separated the main bases from the banquet venues to better keep secrets and prevent prying eyes.

The heart of the area is where Hidden Stream’s core members reside and hold meetings, situated still in the forest’s deepest part. Changtian, Elder He, Qi Zai, and others live here, protected by a group of demons and countless giant trees, making it impossible for humans to reach. The magnificent main hall of Hidden Stream vanished from human sight. And the prestigious guests from Immortal Sect and Demon Sect who associate with Hidden Stream are led to newly built palace groups near the outskirts of Bashe Forest for rest, communication, and participation in the banquet. Of course, during the construction, various factors were considered, such as the nearby rich geothermal resources and better landscapes for guests to enjoy hot baths, sightseeing, etc. However, from here to the Yixian Inn mentioned by the maid, there’s at least two Great States’ distance, so these guests indeed never see Divine Monarch in person usually.

Yan Lingxue meticulously dressed today, entered the warm welcoming hall, and removed the fox fur coat. Inside, she wore a light purple crossed-collar and silver-edged skirt coat, over which was draped a white flower-embroidered robe, with jingling rings at her waist. She was already born with a gentle and lovable demeanor; walking delicately into the hall drew attention and admiration as everyone took in this beauty of elegance and grace.

Yet her eyes were only on the commanding, proud, yet slightly aloof figure seated in the master’s place at the center of the hall.

"The Little Pavilion Master of Tianling Pavilion has arrived—" Following the long announcement from the welcoming attendant, she walked slowly towards him, her heart beating faster the closer she got, unsure if it was fear or affection. She gazed intently at him; this was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. The gentle Bright Pearl Lamp light outlined a deep and well-defined face; this man’s features were flawless, as if born to be worshipped, yet the more she examined, the harder it was to see clearly. Until now, she couldn’t sketch his complete appearance in her mind. Precisely because of this, she particularly wished to get closer to him, to carefully remember his appearance.

But first, she must avoid getting frostbitten. Still five meters away from him, Yan Lingxue wisely stopped, smiled, and said: "Lord Divine Monarch, it’s been more than nine months without meeting, all is well?"

Shaking Heaven God’s gaze finally fell on her.

Yan Lingxue immediately felt as if bearing immense pressure, not only did her heart suddenly contract, even her knees were weak, almost kneeling down. She knew this wasn’t intentional from the other party; it was simply the enormous intimidation of his God Realm cultivation exerted on ordinary cultivators, not to mention a delicate female cultivator like herself, ordinary men couldn’t withstand it either. This was already her third time facing Changtian, mentally prepared, recalling the initial encounter’s scene, she would never forget the embarrassment of falling P-bone.

However, only such a powerful man is worthy of her affection, don’t you think?

Changtian’s lip corner slightly lifted. But she knew this smile didn’t reach his eyes, his golden eyes akin to sunlight, dazzling yet devoid of any emotion: "Little Pavilion Master, you’ve come from afar, hard work, please be seated." The voice was rich and low, calm like an ancient well.

His gaze moved away, the pressure on Yan Lingxue suddenly eased, feeling relieved, though with a slight unwillingness in her heart: "Again, this is the third time! He still shows no interest in me, could it be I’m not beautiful enough, unlike the woman he favors?" Since childhood, everyone praised her beauty; as her face and figure matured, men’s gazes on her often were startled and intense, she carried a delicate beauty standard of winning and weak, truly making men wish to hold her gently and cherish her.