Chapter 5 The Last Time
Those eyes, almost shooting out daggers, and the ferocity of their gnashing teeth.
Based on her experience, she's definitely here to have a duel!
Jiang Xianwan quickly grabbed the bundle and put it back into his mustard seed bag along with the table and chairs.
The series of actions were completed in one smooth motion.
"Holy crap?" Lin Yujin scratched his head, still confused. "How could someone have such a strange name?"
"Brother Wo, you...wait? Where's my brother?"
Lin Yujin was mistaken for an accomplice in the book sale and was surrounded.
When I realized what was happening, Jiang Xianwan was nowhere to be seen!
Jiang Xianwan didn't dare to go out to set up her stall for three days in a row, and stayed at home to tinker with making pills.
She didn't have any remedies to suppress her menstrual cramps; she relied entirely on her own intuition, adding whatever she felt would be effective.
She initially bought an alchemy furnace.
For some reason, every time they tried to refine pills, those alchemy furnaces never lasted more than ten seconds before exploding with a tremendous roar.
This led to several complaints from the neighbors.
She thought those were too cheap, of poor quality, and their ability to control the temperature was not stable enough.
I reluctantly spent a lot of money to buy a top-quality one.
As a result, not only did the explosion happen faster and more violently, but he himself was almost turned into human fragments!
With tears in his eyes, Jiang Xianwan compensated his neighbors with a considerable sum for their emotional distress.
So, I bought an iron pot and a spatula.
Isn't alchemy simply about throwing in the necessary medicinal herbs, controlling the temperature, and burning them into pills?
In short, it's just like cooking.
She's a pro at cooking!
And it actually worked!
Jiang Xianwan, wearing an apron, stood beside the large pot and reluctantly picked up a Star-Scarred Grass and threw it in.
The grayish-brown, unidentified substance in the pot seemed to have undergone some violent chemical reaction, turning black in the blink of an eye.
A light fragrance wafted out, and a faint, warm glow flowed around it; these were signs that the elixir was complete.
Jiang Xianwan quickly flipped the spatula twice more to extinguish the fire in the stove.
He scooped up a charred lump, pried off a piece, put it in his mouth, and smacked his lips a couple of times.
Mildly spicy.
Add more chili next time.
She shoveled the dark, black medicine into a wooden box that she had prepared beforehand.
The disciple hiding in the shadows was completely in the dark.
His lips twitched violently as he watched, and he silently retched repeatedly.
If an alchemist saw this, he would surely be heartbroken and angrily curse: "You're crazy!"
Other people refine pills one by one, but she refines them in clumps.
That's fine.
They all use special medicine bottles to prevent the medicine from weakening over time.
She, on the other hand, acted like she was shoveling poop, just grabbing any old, broken box.
Of course, Jiang Xianwan wasn't stupid.
He pressed the lump of medicine in hard and drew a talisman similar to a vacuum seal on it.
The man transmitted a wide variety of books into her consciousness, including many books on talismans.
She tried drawing it a few times and found it not difficult, except that she felt a little dizzy.
After doing all this, Jiang Xianwan suddenly had two lines of blood from her nose.
I've tried too many medications these past few days, and I'm feeling a bit feverish.
Feeling dizzy, she climbed onto the bamboo chair, tilted her head back, and took out a handkerchief to stuff her nose.
He skillfully ignored the presence lurking in the shadows and followed the wild geese in the sky with his gaze.
These days were actually quite fulfilling, filled with alchemy, talisman drawing, cultivation, book selling, and fighting.
Jiang Xianwan visited Wangu Sect twice more, and on the last visit, he was filled with emotion.
Or perhaps, after this, there will be no possibility of ever stepping into the Eternal Sect again.
Or perhaps...
Although she wasn't a disciple of the Eternal Sect, after a year, she had become quite familiar with the place.
Jiang Xianwan showed no sadness or reluctance at the prospect of leaving.
The disciple sweeping the mountain ladder glanced at the white pass token on her waist, then turned his head away, pretending not to see it.
Clearly, they received orders from above.
Jiang Xianwan ignored him and went up the steps.
She had never really looked closely at what the number one sect in the North looked like, and each time she came and went in a hurry.
Beneath their feet were white jade steps, several dozen feet wide, built of jade stones, stretching as far as the eye could see.
On both sides are rare and exotic flowers, and the lush forest is like a brocade.
Turning my gaze, I saw towering ancient trees and lush flowers and grasses sheltering the palaces on each peak, their light shimmering and the glow of the sunset faint.
The rich spiritual energy, like rising clouds, enveloped the entire Eternal Sect.
At times, black cranes with red feathers and numerous other celestial birds fly up and down, calling out, making one feel as if they are in a fairyland.
Every single one of them exudes the boundless pride and grandeur of the First Clan!
What does all this have to do with her?
It can't be sold!
Jiang Xianwan's saliva involuntarily dripped down her cheeks, and she withdrew her longing gaze with teary eyes.
He secretly wondered if he should secretly dig up some of the spiritual veins of that grand hall whose name he didn't know before he left.
Seeing the rapidly fluctuating spiritual energy again, like a death knell, Jiang Xianwan drew her longsword and jumped up.
Wushan Mountain remains a mountain of ice and snow, and the nameless hall remains a hall of ice and snow.
It felt as if I were sitting on a cloud.
Jiang Xianwan lifted the snow-white veil and was about to enter the inner room.
A pair of strong, powerful arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, and the man's chin then gently rested on the crook of her neck.
Then came scalding hot breaths.
Jiang Xianwan was swept up and carried horizontally.
The snow-white gauze moved without wind, and the vast sea of clouds seemed to flip before my eyes, revealing a large bed.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
"Don't go."
"What?"
A thin layer of fine sweat glistened on his forehead, and his cheeks and the back of his neck were flushed with a rosy blush.
With his dark eyelashes lowered and his expression focused, he gently stroked the corner of the girl's eye with his fingertips and slowly peeled off the human skin mask.
It was a face that was beginning to show its stunning beauty.
Looking into the girl's bright black eyes, which were filled with confusion, he unusually added, "Sleep in the side palace."
She pursed her lips, hesitated, and said, "Or, here."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Of course, she wouldn't presume to think that he had a change of heart.
It's obvious they're annoyed that she's never on time!
Jiang Xianwan composed herself and declined, "No need, I'll come earlier next time."
That's impossible!
After this, we'll part ways and never see each other again.
Not to mention arriving late.
Jiang Xianwan was still looking forward to visiting other places.
I'm already tired of wandering around the vicinity of the Eternal Sect, and I don't dare to go too far.
The Three Realms, in particular, are teeming with demons and monsters, which is something I really yearn for.
He was not surprised that Jiang Xianwan refused.
It was obvious to everyone that the girl seemed to be carrying out some kind of sect mission.
She was very sensible and didn't want to spend any more time with him.
Seeing the girl's long, curled eyelashes droop slightly, her silhouette blurred like a small fan, clearly lost in thought, a barely perceptible dark glint flashed in the man's eyes.
Right now, although I feel terrible, for some reason, I want to wait a while.
He still remembered that day when Wu Miao suddenly brought a girl. After realizing what Wu Miao meant, he subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But when you look into those eyes that reflect everything, it's as if there's nothing there, not a single thing to hold you back.
As if guided by some unseen force, he silently stepped aside.
Then……
There was now another person beside him.
Jiang Xianwan was very fair-skinned, even fairer than the dragon carp he raised.
He was almost flawless, except for a mole on his lower abdomen, which he didn't consider a flaw.
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