Han Yang didn’t know that after he got into Duanmu Xi’s carriage, her third uncle, Duanmu Hui, was secretly listening to their conversation using his Divine Sense, even scanning the subtle expressions on his Face.
Only when he finally saw that Han Yang held no hatred toward the Han Family did Duanmu Hui’s expression improve slightly.
If a servant held a grudge against his saviour for some reason…
…then such a person was absolutely unsuitable to be near Duanmu Xi.
Furthermore, having a Spiritual Root didn’t make him part of their Duanmu Family.
They could simply find a time when his niece wasn’t around kill him, and claim he ran away.
Given his niece’s optimistic nature, she would probably only be sad for a little while afterward.
Han Yang didn’t know that he had just narrowly escaped death.
This was already the third time today someone had wanted to send him on his way!
The first time, Han Da, was due to a sliver of his strength.
The second time, Lu Yuanba, was due to his lack of professionalism, plus a bit of Duanmu Xi’s luck.
The third time he saved his life was due to his character.
Seeing Han Yang talk about Cultivating Immortality, Duanmu Xi became energized, her eyes filled with anticipation as she spoke.
“Brother Yang, that test just now was only to see if you had a Spiritual Root.
The specific testing will be done when we reach Yuyue City.”
“I wonder if my Spiritual Root is good.
If it’s not good, I might have to Cultivate for a long time before I can fly on a sword.
I really want to fly!”
“Did you know, I rode my third uncle’s flying boat once?
It could zip from the east of the city to the west in just a few whooshes, and looking down from the flying boat, the people in the city looked as small as ants.”
Duanmu Xi kept gesturing with both hands, her excitement indescribable.
Han Yang also began to look forward to scenes of rampant Sword Qi and Spells filling the sky, or perhaps riding a Dragon and possessing world-shaking Demonic Technique!
Inside the carriage, the two thirteen-year-old youths were both immersed in their fantasies.
Duanmu Xi suddenly thought of something and giggled.
“Brother Yang, I was thinking, if Sister Xinghua doesn’t have a Spiritual Root when we test in a few days, then there will truly be a difference between immortals and mortals—that would be interesting!” Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
“When the two of us succeed in our Cultivation, we’ll come back and reward her with a few Immortal Medicinal Pills to taste.”
“Making her live for a hundred years would count as repaying your life-saving kindness.”
Han Yang’s mouth twitched upon hearing this.
He thought to himself, women are truly petty; they hold onto youthful unpleasantness forever.
He should offend women less in the future.
He wondered if he would be able to strike against a hostile, beautiful female Cultivators later on or should he capture them alive?
Or perhaps it would be better to invite all the Fairies into the Human Emperor Banner to constantly accompany him?
After all, in this world where words become law and power belongs to the individual…
…the darkness and tyranny of human nature would certainly be magnified hundreds or thousands of times due to the strength of one’s power.
The two chatted about other things.
As they talked, Duanmu Xi reluctantly looked at a string of purple beads Bracelet on her hand, gritted her teeth, and took them off.
“Brother Yang, back then, I tried to trade this for you with Sister Xinghua, but she refused.
She actually really liked these beads bracelet and wanted to trade something else for them, but I wouldn’t let her!” Duanmu Xi looked pleased with herself.
Han Yang ang had also seen these beads.
Duanmu Xi had worn them for many years and treasured them greatly, even liking to show them off when she was younger.
Duanmu Xi stretched out her hand offering them to Han Yang, and continued.
“Brother Yang, I’m giving you this bracelet today.
You must keep it safe.
It can repel insects and calm the mind.”
“I also heard my uncle say that it’s beneficial for Cultivating.”
“This…
Sister Duanmu Xi, I’ve seen you wear this bracelet since you were little, and it’s too valuable.
I can’t accept it,” Han Yang said, looking at the bracelet in surprise.
He sensed the deep affection from Duanmu Xi within it, and his heart felt strange.
But he seemed to love Cultivating Immortality more, didn’t he?
Without power, how could he protect any beauty or any Dao Companion?
Maybe some high-level Cultivator would see him getting close to a Fairy and blast him into ash with a Fireball Technique and the phrase “a beauty is a disaster” was absolutely the truth of truths in this world!
The prettier a woman was, the more likely she was to attract trouble.
Duanmu Xi didn’t know that Han Yang was currently quite cowardly and already planning to stay far away from beauties.
She glanced at the bracelet again, feeling reluctant, but still pushed it into Han Yang’s hand.
After Han Yang took it, he noticed the bracelet was a little heavy and seemed to carry a scent.
He couldn’t help but bring it to his nose and sniff it.
Seeing this, Duanmu Xi’s small Face instantly flushed red, and she whispered softly, like the buzzing of a mosquito.
“Brother Yang, this bracelet is called the Hundred Flowers Bracelet.
I heard it was refined from the petals of a hundred kinds of precious flowers, which is why it smells a bit fragrant.”
Han Yang hesitated.
He figured since he already owed favours today, one more string of beads wouldn’t hurt, and Duanmu Xi’s family seemed quite extraordinary.
In the Early Stage of Cultivating Immortality, he wouldn’t refuse any help.
Compared to strength, Face was nothing.
Once his power was overwhelming, he could slowly repay them.
Meanwhile, on the other carriage, Duanmu Hui’s Face was filled with heartache.
Their Duanmu Family was an Alchemy family, so they were naturally very rich, but these beads were refined from first-tier Soul Nurturing Wood and other medicinal materials.
Although they couldn’t be considered priceless, they were rare items, the kind seldom seen, and long-term wear was definitely beneficial for a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator.
From then on, Duanmu Hui found Han Yang increasingly unpleasant to look at.
At the same time, in a carriage belonging to a caravan marked with a security company’s name, trailing behind the Duanmu Family’s convoy, sat Han Da and his two sons.
Han Da spoke to his two sons.
“Youyun, Youfu, what do you think about what happened today between Han Yang and Young Miss Duanmu?”
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