Chapter 2151 - 1010: Immortal Family (Part 2)
Chapter 2151: Chapter 1010: Immortal Family (Part 2)
The night wind rustled, the woman’s white dress flowing in the breeze, her black hair and red ribbons gently fluttering.
The woman wouldn’t be considered a great beauty, but her gaze carried a kind of cold indifference and mercilessness, looking at everyone with eyes as cold as the desert night.
"An immortal? It’s a rare sight indeed," the young Taoist’s voice was filled with sarcasm.
The woman gave a polite nod, saying nothing in response, as if to return the greeting, and then walked straight over to the child still tied up, with silver needles in his navel.
"This child is pitiful. Let me raise him," said the woman.
The woman’s voice was also cold, clear, and indifferent.
"If an immortal speaks, how dare we say no?" the young Taoist’s words were still barbed.
"If you’re unwilling, I can leave it be," the woman replied to the young Taoist without anger.
"No, dear immortal sister, we dare not invite this plague spirit except for you," the young Taoist quickly changed his tone, waving his hands.
"You can live for another five years," the woman pointed at the young Taoist.
"If you never use this cultivation technique again, you can live to sixty; if you continue, you won’t live to fifty," she pointed at Mr. Zhao.
Chapter 2111: Returning to Camp
"Your heart is already dead," the woman pointed at the Traveling Daoist.
"You have no life or death," she pointed at Master Yunshui.
Master Yunshui smiled.
"You, the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed," the woman pointed at Song Xiaodong.
"Can’t calculate it means can’t calculate it, what nonsense about the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed," the young Taoist mocked.
The woman said nothing, crouched down, gently untying the ropes binding the child, ready to remove the silver needle from the child’s belly.
"Immortal sister, can you handle it? It was hard to catch, don’t let it slip away," the young Taoist said again.
The woman in the white dress smiled, picked up the child, removed the silver needles, gently stroked the child’s belly.
The child’s previously dry and shriveled skin became smooth again, starting to look like a normal baby.
Soon, the corpse infant turned into a normal baby, kicking its legs and crying, reaching to grab the woman’s dress collar.
The young Taoist looked on with a mischievous smile and said, "The child needs milk."
Hearing the young Taoist’s words, the woman thought for a moment, took out a small bottle from her sleeve, poured some fragrant liquid on her hand for the child to suck.
After feeding, the child fell asleep instantly, motionless.
The woman gently rocked the child as if he really was an ordinary child.
The young man on the side, seeing the woman’s methods, pulled Qingluan’s hand and retreated.
The woman turned to the young man and said, "You may go, but leave behind the Soul-Lost Umbrella."
After speaking, the scroll in the woman’s hand flew out, chasing the young man, disappearing in an instant.
Song Xiaodong tried to chase after Qingluan, his figure flashing, but his speed couldn’t match the scroll and the young man. After flying a few dozen meters, he lost sight of the young man, and Qingluan.
Song Xiaodong lowered his head and walked back with a sullen face.
The woman’s scroll also flew back, she shook the scroll open, and a mystical umbrella fell out.
"This umbrella, I’ll leave it to you to handle," the woman said.
"Rest assured," the Traveling Daoist said to the woman.
"Good."
"Ma’am, there is one more thing," Master Yunshui suddenly addressed the woman.
The woman said nothing, turned her head.
"This Lop Nur used to be a salty base, now buried by sand, sooner or later it will be discovered by satellite imagery, which will lead to public speculation," Master Yunshui said.
"This matter is easily done," said the woman, spreading the scroll, revealing mountains and rivers, with a rainbow light that instantly merged into the desert.
Suddenly, Lop Nur shook, the entire desert area projected various lights from the ground to the sky, a boundless profound light shooting from beneath, forming a net, scooped up the sand covering Lop Nur in an instant, and then, in another instant, the light disappeared, leaving only a scroll falling from the sky, caught by the woman.
The crowd staggered, suddenly dropped half a meter out of nowhere, feet landing back on the remaining sandy alkaline topsoil.
The woman put away the scroll, picked up the child, soared into the air, riding the wind, flying higher and higher.
Song Xiaodong watched the woman flying in the sky, lost in thought, when Chu Xianling struck his head hard.
Returning to camp.
Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, and Chu Xianling said nothing, gathered their things to leave.
General Zhao walked in.
"Mr. Song, thank you," Zhao Ruonan said to Song Xiaodong.
"General Zhao, there’s no need for this. As you said, this isn’t solely for the country. Since the Dark Night Sect is involved, Dragon Gate must intervene," Song Xiaodong replied.
"This journey through the Great Desert was a great shock to me as well," General Zhao said.
"And to me," Song Xiaodong nodded in agreement.
It was only after witnessing the woman’s methods that he knew what true divine skills were, healing and saving, alchemy and killing were mere child’s play compared to moving mountains and seas, flying beyond the heavens, as the woman did.
"Are you in a hurry to return to the Ming River? How about I treat you to a meal?" General Zhao asked Song Xiaodong, Chu Xianling, Sun Yiyi.
"No, if I’m late going back, my sister will scold me," Song Xiaodong replied.
"Are you sure?" Zhao Ruonan asked Song Xiaodong.
"General Zhao, how about you see if you could return the herbs you owe me from last time," Song Xiaodong remembered after the last mission in Sudan, he asked Zhao Ruonan about the herbs.