The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1119 - 609

"Uncle Dian, help me find someone’s whereabouts."

Dian Qingyue paused with the cup in his hand: "Now?"

"Yes, now!" Huangfuming took a comb from his bosom, "I know you need a medium for your ritual. There is her hair on this comb."

Dian Qingyue saw the undeniable determination in his eyes and sighed as he took the comb, saying: "The one you are looking for, is it Elder Ning?"

The young Master is of age now, but why Ning Xiaoxian? This girl appears young, yet carries many peculiarities, holding secrets not likely less than the young Master’s own. Why couldn’t he search for a normal girl from an ordinary family?

Huangfuming revealed slight embarrassment on his face, then candidly said: "Exactly. She gave me an ivory abacus just now, and the beads suddenly cracked. I’ve been rather anxious these days, worried that something might be wrong with her, so I want to ask you to help me find her whereabouts."

Upon hearing this, Dian Qingyue’s mocking expression also faded. He knew the true identity of this young man in front of him. Since Huangfuming said "anxious", the matter must not be trivial. He had no intention to joke further and instructed the servants to bring a blazing fire basin.

He took a brocade bag from his bosom, placed two strands of hair from the comb inside along with several beast bones and a small cluster of silver powder, murmured a spell for a while, and then threw the brocade bag into the fire basin.

Suddenly, a murmuring seemed to rise in the air, as if countless ghosts were whispering. The flame in the basin turned into an unusual green color.

Huangfuming widened his eyes, staring at the fire basin without blinking.

The flame danced as if it had a life of its own, then suddenly shot up under their gaze, forming a blurry shadow.

The flame’s movements slowed, and the shadow within the fire became increasingly clear—a charming face with willow eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and rosebud lips. Wasn’t this the image of Ning Xiaoxian? However, this figure appeared dull and lacked the original spirit and vigor present in her eyes. Despite this, Huangfuming dared not breathe, fearing a single breath might dispel the shadow.

The shadow’s rosebud lips parted slightly as if to speak, but the next moment, it became blurry again, and its eyes, lips, and face gradually faded from Huangfuming’s terrified gaze. A few breaths later, the flame continued to leap, but now it was just fire.

Huangfuming’s once rosy complexion turned pale, and he hoarsely said: "Uncle Dian, what does this mean?" Please don’t let it be what he suspected!

Dian Qingyue, equally stunned, could only speak frankly: "The fire inspection skill can deduce the approximate location of the target. Now she has only taken shape for a few seconds before vanishing—either the fire inspection skill is ineffective on her, or there’s only one possibility left: Elder Ning is no longer in the Mortal World."

Huangfuming exclaimed: "I don’t believe it! Her cultivation isn’t weak, and as an elder of Hidden Stream, how could she meet her end in Central Capital! It must be an error with the fire inspection skill; it’s no surprise it fails, given all her secrets!"

If strong cultivation meant invincibility, then there wouldn’t be sayings like "two fists can’t fend off four hands" or "even a hero needs help from three friends." Dian Qingyue coughed lightly, at a loss for words regarding this kid’s self-deception.

Huangfuming stood there for a while, his complexion alternating between red and green, suddenly said: "Uncle Dian, if news comes from Central Capital, you must inform me!"

Dian Qingyue agreed, then watched as Huangfuming blinked hard before spinning around to leave.

As he rushed out, he opened the doors too forcefully, causing them to bounce back, allowing a blast of cold air to swirl around the cozy room.

Dian Qingbing could only smile bitterly.

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Changtian severed the Dragon Binding Rope, pulled it out from his collarbone, and cast it aside with the Nanming Lihuo Sword. The Divine Sword, worth millions of Spirit Stones, lay discarded and helpless on the cold ground.

He swiftly moved and accurately embraced the petite figure in the darkness. The coldness emanating from her body startled him. He quickly placed his hand on her back, continuously transmitting Divine Power.

Ignoring her bloodied state, his lips landed precisely on her forehead, softly reassuring: "Don’t be afraid, I’m going to save you..."

He only managed to say this much before his voice abruptly stopped.

He couldn’t continue, for the Divine Power transmission that had never failed before was now like sinking stones in the sea, eliciting no response from her body.