Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 21: The Flickering Warm Flame

"However, I talked to her a lot, and I feel that this lady's personality is quite easy to get along with, as long as you don't make her angry."

"So, the key is how do I know whether I have made her angry. Ever since I, Jiang Zaisu, stepped into Bailu Qixuanfang, I have never tried to please others deliberately. Over the years, I have never seen anyone who could make me humble myself. Even my master praised me mostly and rarely scolded me." Jiang Zaisu shook his head. He has been a genius that everyone has paid attention to since he was a child, and now he is the head of the sect. There is no reason for him to bend down and please others.

"Luckily, you happen to be our guest this time. Otherwise, I really don't know how to entertain Miss Jialan."

"Forget it, forget it. Let's not talk about this anymore. Mingshi, did you notice anything? I saw you chatting with her for a long time, and even whispering a few words to her occasionally."

"As for me, I've found some, but I dare not say it."

"Oh, what is that?" Jiang Zaisu suddenly became interested and stopped.

"This Miss Jialan might be a 'goddess', a being similar to Wufeng."

"'Goddess'?" Jiang Zaisu started walking again, but his steps were very slow, and he recalled some records of the sect while walking.

"It is said that those immortal 'goddesses' are the original 'immortals'. They are different from the self-cultivating 'flying immortals', the 'cave immortals' who rely on the secret realms of caves and heavens, and the mysterious and invisible 'wandering immortals'. They are naturally powerful and can even touch the way of heaven, mastering a law within the way of heaven and using it for their own benefit. They are similar to gods, and for this reason, they can be called 'immortals'."

In Eastern legends, there are immortal beings living in the misty mountains. People call such beings "immortals". In some factions with profound knowledge and deep traditions, people will divide "immortals" into several categories based on the different ways of maintaining themselves. Later, there were even saints who taught under the purple banyan tree, teaching their disciples how to ascend to immortality.

"No wonder she looks so young, yet so powerful, able to defeat so many disciples of Yanxing Sect by herself." Jiang Zaisu said slowly.

"Back then, Chi Feng and the other immortals made an alliance on the Yellow Sea Mountain. A 'goddess' like her should have adhered to the way of seclusion and not easily interfered with the world. I didn't expect that alliance to be broken so easily now. No wonder I didn't think of this before."

Man Mingshi followed Jiang Zaisu's pace and continued to add.

"She didn't seem to be breaking it intentionally. She seemed to be completely unaware and innocently romantic."

"Perhaps this 'goddess' has only recently awakened and is completely unaware of the Yellow Sea Mountain covenant. Since she didn't swear an oath, she naturally doesn't have to abide by it."

"A 'goddess' who is not bound by an alliance, this is really a surprise." Jiang Zaisu seemed to sigh.

"This isn't a bad thing, is it? With the world about to collapse, if someone could come out and take control of the universe, recreating the Five Phoenixes, and everyone respecting him as the Phoenix, and renewing the alliance, it's possible."

"Now, we have demonstrated our goodwill. If that day ever comes, Miss Jialan will remember us."

Man Mingshi and Jiang Zaisu once again stepped into the mansion in the ancient town. Soon the door slowly closed. Only the tall and shady sycamore tree was still stretching its branches in the sun, swaying slightly in the wind.

The trees planted by swans in the past have now grown tall and majestic like a canopy.

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After leaving Bailu Qixuanwu, Loran Hill traveled north along the river.

Along the way, you can see big cities and small towns dotted along both sides of the river. Away from the river, there are vast wildernesses. The vast fields are full of withered yellow and green weeds. Sometimes you may not see a house for more than ten miles. There is only the lonely and winding path in the wilderness, vaguely winding in the withered yellow fields.

Even such a small path was left behind by generations of caravans traveling between the north and the south.

Between the 22 southern continents and the seven Lei continents, there is such a large area of ​​wilderness, and only the places where a few waterways pass through are prosperous.

It is said that in the past, the ruler of Xin State led various tribes in the Shiwan Mountains to march south to conquer. Among them was a nine-headed yellow-scaled snake. During the battle, this nine-headed snake was killed by the general of Lieyi State, Chief Zhao. Its blood flowed everywhere, and its poison spread for hundreds of miles, making this wilderness unsuitable for human habitation. Only weeds can grow here. If other crops are planted, they will either wither and die of poison or become inedible.

As dusk approached, the sky gradually darkened.

Loran Hill looked at the barren wilderness that still seemed to have no end, and stopped.

The sky gradually turned into a cold light blue. The setting sun in the distance approached the horizon. The orange-red afterglow became hazy and blurred in the shadows of the wild grass, becoming darker and darker. Occasionally, a few lonely owl calls could be heard overhead.

Looks like I have to stay here tonight.

Loran Hill looked around and found a relatively dry and flat place. Then he took out a tent that had not been used for a long time from the storage space, spread it on the ground, and then started a fire.

At this time, it was pitch black all around.

The crackling bonfire in front of me seemed to be the center of the world and everything. The crimson flames flickered, bringing some warmth and sound, breaking the dark silence around.

Sitting by the campfire, Loran Hill took off his shoes, put his feet on the wooden board in front of the campfire, stretched them a little, then hugged his knees and looked at the flames in front of him.

The surroundings were very quiet. Not only were there no wild animals looking for food, there wasn't even the chirping of insects. No wonder no one lived here.

However, it had been a while since she had enjoyed such peace and tranquility.

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