Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 85 My Name—Xu Xinming!

the other side.

"Grandma! Don't eat me! Qingjun doesn't taste good! It doesn't taste good at all, the meat is sour!"

Inside the basket, the tiny white fluffy ball was tightly bound with hemp rope, like a young animal waiting to be slaughtered.

She huddled in the narrow space.

Through the gaps in the bamboo strips, all one could see was Granny Wang's wrinkled, slightly impatient profile, and the gloomy sky rushing past overhead.

The little girl was terrified!
How did she end up sleeping here after waking up?

Where is Master? Where is Senior Sister?
The warm bed and familiar home were gone, replaced by bumpy darkness and the unpleasant smell of this wicked mother-in-law!
She remembered talking to her senior sister before going to sleep, so how did the world change when she woke up?

"Shut up! It's so noisy!" Granny Wang was hunched over, but her old, cold legs moved with surprising agility. "If you keep yelling, you'll regret it!"

The incense she used was a Three-Breath Soft Soul Incense specially bestowed upon her by the master of the Crossing Love Sect!
This fragrance is incredibly potent, colorless and odorless, and is a secret fragrance passed down by the Crossing Love Sect!

Inhaling it can cause even cultivators in the mid-stage of Qi Refining to fall into a deep sleep for several hours, leaving their souls weak and vulnerable to being drained of their essence.

Not long ago, she used this incense to knock out that troublesome weapon refiner, Ping Zhuo.

Only then could she take advantage of the chaos in the market to sneak into his courtyard and successfully take out his heart... Although Ping Zhuo was seriously injured, he was a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator. He fell into a coma after smelling it, allowing her to cut out his heart and organs!

But the little girl in front of me was as thin as a kitten.

Even though he had inhaled the sleeping potion, how come he woke up in less than half an hour?
And you're crying with such a strong voice?
Could it be that this girl has a special constitution?

Or perhaps... the incense given by that master from the Crossing Love Sect wasn't as effective as he claimed?
Wang Po felt a little uneasy, and her steps quickened involuntarily.

She deliberately chose a secluded path and covered the mouth of the basket tightly with a tattered black cloth, leaving only a barely perceptible gap for ventilation.

Ordinary people would just think that she was carrying some worthless junk or garbage that she was about to throw away, and no one would have thought that there was a little girl inside.

But since the little girl has woken up and keeps crying, all these attempts to cover it up are futile.

Fortunately, we've already left the market area.

As long as you don't encounter other independent cultivators, there shouldn't be any problems.

In the current environment, no independent cultivator dares to wander outside.

"Grandma, where are you taking me? Are you going to sell me for candy? Qingjun can walk by herself, I don't need to be carried..."

"Grandma, don't the clouds in the sky look like cotton candy? Qingjun is hungry and wants to eat cotton candy..."

"Grandma, why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry? Then just throw Qingjun away..."

"Mother-in-law..."

Throughout the journey, Qingjun's little mouth never stopped, sometimes pleading in fear, sometimes chattering innocently.

A jumble of thoughts swirled together, making Wang Po feel utterly agitated.

This girl looks petite, but she has a lot of energy!

"Shut up!" Wang Po finally couldn't hold back and shouted sharply, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, "If you make another sound, I'll sew your mouth shut right now!"

Qingjun trembled with fear and dared not move.

"Waaah... Sister... Master..." the little girl sobbed softly.

"Hmph, you little bastard, are you scared now?"

Granny Wang spat viciously.
"Too late! Once you're in my basket, you're out of my control! Shut up, or else... heh heh, when we get there, I'll have plenty of ways to shut you up!"

Qingjun pouted, looking aggrieved.

The little body struggled to wriggle inside the basket, trying to break free of the ropes.

But if the rope is tied too tightly, it will be in vain.

She tried biting the rope with her teeth, but the rope was thick and tough, and had a strange smell, so she couldn't bite it through at all.

Wang Po seemed to notice her movement and suddenly slammed her basket on the ground!
"boom!"

The violent shaking made Qingjun dizzy and she almost bit her tongue.

"You little hussy! Still not behaving yourself!" Granny Wang turned her head, her old face, as withered as tree bark, filled with malice.
"Try moving again? Believe me or not, I'll throw you out to the wolves right now!"

In the desolate wilderness, amidst the howling of wolves, Wang Po's words seemed particularly intimidating.

Qingjun trembled with fear and dared not move.

But deep in her eyes,

The fear that belongs to children is being replaced by a deeper, colder emotion.

Granny Wang shouldered her basket and continued hurrying on her way.

As night deepened, the surrounding environment became increasingly desolate, with the air filled with the damp, earthy smell and the stench of decaying leaves.

She didn't notice that the little girl who had been sobbing in the basket had stopped crying.

Through the gaps in the bamboo strips, those phoenix eyes, still bright in the darkness, quietly closed.

The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.

With Qingjun on her back, Wang Po finally arrived at a desolate, dilapidated temple.

Far from Yunxifang, this place was deserted, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the dilapidated window frames.

Granny Wang unloaded the basket from her back and placed it heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

She rubbed her aching shoulders and spat out a curse:
"Finally here. This little girl doesn't look heavy, but carrying her is really exhausting..."

"We're lucky... How did this little girl manage to run away on her own? She's really brave. It just so happens that the adults needed a girl, so this is an unexpected bonus."

As she felt relieved, she reached out to untie the black cloth and ropes on her back basket.

but,
Wang Po suddenly felt something was strange.

On the water-avoiding street, demonic beasts and rogue cultivators engaged in a chaotic battle.

How dare this girl come out?

They even dared to stare at her and try to rip her heart out...

"Hmph, what a silly girl. Did Chen Ye beat her senseless? I've vented my anger, and now that Chen Ye dares to give me attitude?"

Just thinking about Chen Ye's anxious and worried appearance,
Wang Po became increasingly pleased.

She slowly untied the rope, lifted the black cloth, and peered into the basket. Her expression froze instantly.

The basket was empty!
Where are the little girls now?

There were only a few scattered hemp ropes and a faint, icy chill.

"Where is he?!" Granny Wang's voice suddenly rose.

She suddenly lifted the basket upside down and shook it vigorously, but nothing fell out.

The dilapidated temple was dimly lit, with only a few pale rays of moonlight filtering through the holes in the roof, illuminating the empty, dark opening of the basket, making it look particularly eerie.

Wang Po's heart pounded wildly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She looked around; the dilapidated temple was empty except for cobwebs and dust.

How did that girl escape?

She tied it up so securely!
Just then, a cold, yet endlessly cruel voice echoed behind her:

"The person... is here."

In the dim temple, a beam of cold moonlight shone precisely on her silver hair.

Another beam of light slanted across her cheek, illuminating her red pupils.

Everything else was swallowed up in darkness.

The girl winked at her playfully.

(End of this chapter)