Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 122: Husband and wife recognize each other and confess their secrets.
As soon as the elixir entered his stomach, Zhao Wuji made hand seals with lightning speed, and a blue light burst from his fingertips, which was the sign of the ingestion technique in operation, turning poison into nourishment.

At the same time, a voice transmission was quietly sent into Nan Zhixia's ear:

"It's okay, don't worry."

These four short words, however, acted like a stabilizing force, displaying composure and calmness. They stopped Nan Zhixia from her astonishment and her desire to stop them.

On the other side, Fang Qinghan was also surprised at first, but when she saw Zhao Wuji refine the pill on the spot, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If it is simply swallowed without being processed, it can still be expelled afterward.

But at this moment, the other party had already begun refining the pills, and the medicinal power had begun to enter the meridians, making it difficult to reverse the process.

"He's quite the romantic."

She stole a glance at Nan Zhixia's complicated expression, and seeing Zhao Wuji's unreserved trust, a strange sense of envy welled up in her heart.

If one could find such a soulmate, who would be willing to be a faithless person?
unfortunately
Fang Qinghan lowered her eyes to hide her sadness.

Once you enter the cave, it's like entering a deep sea; many things can't be avoided simply because you don't want to or don't want to do them.

Even a saintess is not free to act against her will, let alone a candidate saintess.

After several rounds of tea, a hazy look appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and the azure light from refining the elixir gradually dissipated. Seeing this, Fang Qinghan's lips curled slightly; it seemed the medicine had already taken effect.

"It's actually a good deal for Senior Sister Xia."

She glanced at Nan Zhixia, who was tightly holding Zhao Wuji's hand, and felt both bored and inexplicably bitter.

The task was completed too easily, which allowed the couple to show off their affection in front of her.

"The night is too short. Senior sister, you and your fiancé are better off apart than newlyweds. I won't be the one to disturb your peaceful dreams."

Fang Qinghan glanced at Zhao Wuji's handsome profile, then looked at Nan Zhixia, who had involuntarily moved closer to cover Zhao Wuji's hand. She snorted inwardly but smiled lightly on the surface.

As she rose, her wide sleeves fluttered, and she gave a graceful bow to the dazed Zhao Wuji: "Brother Zhao, let's talk another day."

Seeing his unfocused gaze, her last doubt vanished, and she gracefully departed.

"Unfettered, unfettered"

As soon as Fang Qinghan disappeared, Nan Zhixia could no longer control herself.

She gripped Zhao Wuji's hands tightly, her beautiful face almost touching his, her heart filled with emotion, anxiety, self-reproach, and worry. "How could you be so reckless! You said nothing was wrong, why now...?"

Hearing the commotion, Xiao Yue came over and exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Nan, what's wrong with my master?"

Nan Zhixia was filled with worry. Upon hearing this, her expression became complicated, and she no longer knew how to explain it to Xiaoyue.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my palm.

Looking down, I saw that it was Zhao Wuji's fingers secretly drawing.

"Wuji?" She looked up in surprise, but saw that his eyes were still unfocused, and her heart tightened again.

She cupped his face in her delicate hands, their noses almost touching: "How are you feeling?"

"Hmm," Zhao Wuji mumbled, sounding like a young man who had just been given medicine.

"what?"

Nan Zhixia hurriedly brought her pink earlobe close to his lips, her fair profile almost touching his, her delicate breath lingering around her.

"Has Fang Qinghan gone far away?"

The whisper exploded like a thunderclap.

Nan Zhixia subconsciously replied, "We've gone far away, far away."

She suddenly realized what was happening and turned her head in surprise—

Just then, Zhao Wuji turned around with a smile.

The moment their eyes met, their lips unexpectedly touched.

A warm, sweet sensation, as if electrified, instantly swept over both of them.

Nan Zhixia's beautiful eyes widened, while Zhao Wuji's smile deepened.

Xiaoyue, standing to the side, froze on the spot, her pretty face instantly turning red.

The adult and Miss Nan actually kissed right in front of her?!
Nan Zhixia blushed instantly and instinctively tried to back away.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji grabbed her slender waist and, instead of breaking free, kissed her firmly.

"Boom——"

She gave a soft "hmm" and hurriedly stepped back, her eyes already glistening with tears.

The mix of joy and sorrow she had just experienced left her mind blank.

Although their lips parted, their bodies were still tightly held in each other's arms, their soft breasts pressed against each other's firm chests.

"you"

She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, and was about to wipe her lips with her delicate hand when she was stopped by Zhao Wuji's smiling gaze.

Before the anger in my heart could even rise, it was melted away by this comforting embrace.

Thinking of his unwavering trust in swallowing the pill, and of her own anxious torment, all of that now transformed into a tender feeling of something lost and regained.

Her tone softened, and she let him hold her for a while, her voice as light as a feather: "Are you really alright?"

"Yes, it's alright." Zhao Wuji smiled, enjoying the feeling of holding Nan Zhixia in his arms and gently inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

He felt that the fragrance emanating from his fiancée was not heavy with cosmetics, but rather as refreshing and pleasant as morning dew in the mountains. The familiar scent of books lingered around his nose, as if he had returned to the scene of their first meeting at the Nan Mansion.

Zhao Wuji felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

There is a gentle feeling, like finding a home.

At this moment, none of the struggles for immortality or the scheming in the celestial realm could compare to the warmth and fragrance in his arms; he only wanted to hold his fiancée like this forever.

Leaning against the railing, I listen to the wind and rain; calmly I observe the path to immortality.

After her initial shyness subsided, Nan Zhixia's eyes sparkled with starlight as she suddenly lightly punched his chest: "That was so dangerous! That pill was a gift from the Supreme Mother. Quickly curse her once, and then curse the Supreme Grotto Heaven for me to hear."

Zhao Wuji was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

Unexpectedly, this saintess made such a childish request. Under her piercing gaze.

He immediately said solemnly, "What is the Supreme Mother? The Supreme Grotto-Heaven is even less of a thing! And what about my Linglang Grotto-Heaven!"

He deliberately dragged out his words, "They're all worthless! Are you satisfied now?"

"Pfft!"

Nan Zhixia smiled radiantly, her heart finally at ease.

The fact that Zhao Wuji could so recklessly insult the founders of both sects clearly shows that her fiancé had already broken free from the shackles of the Mind-Bending Technique.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she pondered to herself, "Could it be that he has already mastered Uncle Zhao's true teachings?"

As she was wondering, she suddenly felt Xiaoyue's burning gaze, and quickly blushed as she broke free from Zhao Wuji's embrace, pulling Xiaoyue's soft hand in hers: "Don't worry, your master is alright."

Xiaoyue shook her head and sighed, glancing at the lipstick mark on Zhao Wuji's lips, and said, "Of course the master is fine, he's having a great time right now."

"What do you know, you're just a kid." Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow. "Does your master need your permission to kiss your mistress?"

Xiaoyue was speechless.

Nan Zhixia's face looked even more rosy, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Knowing that Zhao Wuji was alright, she felt much more relaxed, as if the burden that had been weighing on her had suddenly been lifted.

Moreover, it was Zhao Wuji, who had been constantly worried about her, who personally removed it for her.

Before coming here, she never dared to even imagine it.

"How about you stay here tonight?" Zhao Wuji suddenly asked with a smile.

Nan Zhixia was taken aback, recalling the soft warmth of their lips touching just now, and gave him a reproachful look, both shy and delighted: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then spend more time talking to me."

Zhao Wuji took a step back and smiled, taking her slender hand in his. His smile deepened. "What you said just now was half true and half false. I know it all perfectly well."

Nan Zhixia raised her eyebrows slightly; she was also reluctant to leave now and was happy to talk to him.

"Since Junior Sister Fang is not here, and you have not been bewitched."

She smiled slightly, her voice soft yet clear, "There are some things I should tell you. Actually, I have long been the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Sect, and I began cultivating back in the capital."

At this point, she suddenly changed the subject: "However, I always feel that you're hiding something from me? You should have known my identity for a long time, right?"

"Oh? Really?" Zhao Wuji looked at his fiancée in surprise. She was quite something. Had she noticed something?
"Of course there is." Nan Zhixia snorted, a glint of wisdom in her eyes. "Do you think your fiancée is an idiot?"
Since you were able to avoid the allure of the dazzling paradise, you must have had the guidance of a master. I happen to have met such a master once in the imperial city.

She gazed at Zhao Wuji, smiling brightly, "That senior master has helped me many times, helping me find the sacred artifact of my sect, the small bowl, which is a great service. He even helped my sect take revenge by killing the Vice Minister of the Imperial Household!"

Zhao Wuji was slightly shocked. He hadn't expected Nan Zhixia to be so perceptive, guessing the whole story in just a few words.

He was considering how to respond when Nan Zhixia said again:
"That senior... is he the master you met in the mortal realm, Wuji?" Nan Zhixia's eyes shone brightly. "Your so-called pursuit of immortality is actually a covert cultivation you've been doing all along?"
"Was it also because of his guidance that I joined the Linglang Cave Heaven?"

A slight smile played on her lips. "And he helped me at your request?"

Xiao Yue, who was standing to the side, was completely confused. She felt that there seemed to be countless past events between the adult and Miss Nan that she did not know about.

"This"

Zhao Wuji met Nan Zhixia's gaze, which seemed to say, "Confess honestly and you'll be treated leniently." He could only nod helplessly.

"That's true. Because that senior offended the Xuan Kingdom's royal family, he instructed me to join the Linglang Cave Heaven before he left. After all, cultivating alone in a spiritually barren place is no different from rowing against the current."

He paused, then touched Nan Zhixia's hand: "The reason I didn't tell you is because that senior's identity is special, and I was strictly forbidden from revealing his existence."

"I don't blame you."

Nan Zhixia revealed an expression of 'just as I expected,' then her expression relaxed and she said.

"This is just one of my guesses. Another guess I just made is that you received Uncle Zhao's true teachings on medicine and martial arts and unlocked the mind-controlling techniques of the Linglang Cave on your own."

Because back then, it was Uncle Zhao who used acupuncture to dispel the effects of the Heart-Controlling Pill from the Supreme Cave Heaven for me.”

"My father?"

Zhao Wuji looked astonished. "The true transmission of the art of medicine and martial arts?"

What's going on here?
His predecessor was an indigenous person. When he transmigrated and inherited everything, his predecessor's father had already died.

Now that Nan Zhixia has said this, it seems that the original owner's father, Zhao Tianlang, was not simple.

To be able to dispel the magic of immortals with a mortal body, one must be an extraordinary mortal.

"Could it be that the path of medicine and martial arts is the same as the path to immortality that the Peak Master spoke of, a path that has been severed?"

"Could my family's 'Suspended Pot Golden Needle Skill' hold secrets that neither I nor my predecessor knew?"

(End of this chapter)