The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

Chapter 152: Yan Xia’s Expectation

Su Jingzhen had thoroughly familiarized himself with this valley, having entered and exited it numerous times.

He jumped down from this position, but didn’t immediately fall to the bottom of the valley.

On the middle section of the cliff wall, there was a cave about two zhang deep, just enough to accommodate his body.

This cave was likely the former residence of some demonic beast. Su Jingzhen was currently hiding in it, his face tense and excited.

The blood energy in his Right Hand Labor Palace was ready to burst forth at any moment.

If the giant spider didn’t hesitate and followed him down, this would be the perfect spot to finish it off.

However, as time passed, there was no movement from above the cliff.

Su Jingzhen was taken aback.

“That big guy didn’t seem like a cowardly beast. Why… did it stop at the cliff edge and not dare to come down?”

Su Jingzhen muttered to himself, but still didn’t choose to venture out to investigate.

A demonic beast of this level was extremely intelligent.

He was hiding here, waiting for the opponent, but the opponent might also be hiding outside, waiting for him.

He waited for a small half-hour, but there was still no movement around him.

“Really not coming down?”

Su Jingzhen couldn’t wait any longer.

He carefully exited the cave, but still, nothing happened.

He still held the black brick, kicked the rock on the cliff with his right foot, and jumped up again like a monkey.

At the edge of the cliff, in the forest, he could still see the trees that the giant spider had broken on its way.

Su Jingzhen jumped up onto the crown of a large tree once again.

He looked in the direction he came from.

From the dense forest where he started to his current location, a faintly visible broken path had appeared.

However, he still hadn’t seen the giant spider’s figure.

“According to that guy’s strength, this cliff shouldn’t be able to scare it like that, right?”

“Could it be that it’s afraid of something below the cliff?”

“Could it be that it’s the strange place I often visit?”

Su Jingzhe muttered to himself, and guessed the matter almost exactly.

However, at this time, he didn’t have the interest to go to the dense forest to provoke the opponent again.

This time, he had already taken a great risk to reach the cliff.

If he went again, and something unexpected happened, he might become the giant spider’s dinner today.

“Never mind, I’ll go look for it after I’ve finished another thing.”

After gazing at the dense forest where the giant spider was, Su Jingzhen turned around and headed back.

He jumped down the cliff again.

This time, he didn’t hesitate and directly headed towards the strange place.

He entered it with ease, familiar with the route.

Here, everything was still as it was before, with a strong sword intent in the dense fog.

At this time, Su Jingzhen really wanted to use the Bloodthirst state to see how far he could go in the dense fog.

But after thinking about it, he ultimately gave up.

He had already used Bloodthirst once today.

His state hadn’t fully recovered to its peak.

Now that he is about to leave with Feng Qingya, he must prepare the necessary things.

In this strange place, he practiced the “Python Scales Power” and adjusted his state to calmness.

Then, Su Jingzhen directly took out the Black Mountain Furnace.

He still had ninety portions of Breaking Through Adversity Pill materials on him.

With his current wood-attribute spiritual roots, he wanted to convert these ninety portions of materials into Breaking Through Adversity Pills within a day.

It shouldn’t be particularly difficult.

He lit the furnace, sensed the materials, and Su Jingzhen once again entered the pill-refining state.

Everything was still as usual, smooth and effortless.

Before long, a rich pill fragrance wafted out from the Black Mountain Furnace.

…

Meanwhile, as Su Jingzhen was refining pills in the strange place, Feng Qingya walked into his courtyard again.

She walked into the courtyard belonging to Su Jingzhen, but didn’t sense any aura.

“Is he not here?” Feng Qingya’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Looking at the closed door, she knew Su Jingzhen couldn’t still be asleep.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qingya directly pushed open the door.

Indeed, the room was empty.

After walking out of Su Jingzhen’s small courtyard, …

Feng Qingya, however, saw Yan Xia in another courtyard, diligently practicing mortal martial arts.

“Where did Su Jingzhen go today?” Feng Qingya directly asked.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xia stopped practicing and looked at Feng Qingya with a complex gaze, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

She then bowed to Feng Qingya.

“I don’t know where Master Su went, either. I haven’t seen him.”

Feng Qingya nodded, seemingly uninterested.

As she was about to leave, she noticed the fine sweat beads on Yan Xia’s forehead.

Curious, she asked, “Are you practicing mortal martial arts? You don’t have spiritual roots, do you?”

In Feng Qingya’s view, since Su Jingzhen was the Chief Acolyte of the Evil Moon Sect’s Jiangling branch, the maids arranged for him shouldn’t have mortal existences.

After all, their identities were somewhat mismatched.

Upon hearing Feng Qingya’s inquiry, Yan Xia’s expression became even more complex.

She bowed again and replied, “I’m a pseudo-spiritual roots holder, and I might have a chance to awaken my spiritual roots in the future. And… and I have a special physique!”

Although neither Luo Yuebai nor Su Jingzhen could prove her claim of having a special physique, her parents were convinced, and she chose to believe it as well.

This was perhaps her only bargaining chip.

If she didn’t believe in herself, what qualifications and reasons did she have to stay here?

The spiritual energy in the Evil Moon Sect was extremely dense.

If she couldn’t stay here, and really went to a mortal gathering place, she could still practice mortal martial arts and become an unparalleled strong person among mortals.

But that wasn’t what she wanted.

As she spoke to Feng Qingya, Yan Xia’s expression was filled with unparalleled expectation.

She knew that Feng Qingya was the Pavilion Master of a branch of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion.

Perhaps in terms of insight, she might even surpass Luo Yuebai.

The Evil Moon Sect might not be able to prove it, but the Treasure Gathering Pavilion might have a way.

So, in these days, although she had some jealousy towards Feng Qingya, she was also looking forward to meeting Feng Qingya alone.

Even if Feng Qingya didn’t actively ask, she would find a way to inform her.

She knew that some things had to be fought for herself!

However, when Feng Qingya heard Yan Xia’s words, her expression suddenly froze.

“What did you say… what are you?” Feng Qingya asked, her eyes filled with incredulity.

She unconsciously took a step closer to Yan Xia.

“Give me your hand.”

Yan Xia’s heart was racing even more.

Without any hesitation, she stretched out her right hand to Feng Qingya.

Feng Qingya’s expression turned serious as she grasped Yan Xia’s arm, and a thread of spiritual energy entered her body.

Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed.