The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1142 - 613: Renowned Everywhere (Extra - for Zhao Yuexi and He Shi Bi)_4

The carriage rumbled along, and no one knew how long it traveled before finally coming to a stop. From outside came the respectful voice of the leader: "Little Pavilion Master, we have arrived."

With Ping’er’s support, she gently stepped out, indeed seeing the familiar courtyard pavilion. The courtyards in Hidden Stream Estate were all built from local materials, with giant trees nurtured into structures, and no two buildings were ever the same. This was her third visit, and she was once again residing in the "Qingqiu Pavilion," a place she particularly favored.

The steward from Hidden Sect stood to the side respectfully, saying, "Little Pavilion Master, the Hall Master of the Foreign Affairs Hall knows you like it here, so the Qingqiu Court has always been reserved especially for you."

Yan Lingxue smiled and nodded. If the instruction had been personally given by that person instead of the Hall Master of the Foreign Affairs Hall, how wonderful that would be?

Born to a noble family, her maids and servants took their time to slowly unload her many luxurious belongings into the Qingqiu Court. The steward watched and secretly mumbled in his heart, "Bringing so many things, how long does this Little Pavilion Master plan to stay at Hidden Stream this time?"

Yan Lingxue secretly gave Ping’er a glance, and the latter knowingly took a few Spirit Stones from her sleeve, handed them to the steward, and asked, "When does the welcoming banquet start?"

He accepted them with a cheery smile and replied, "Tomorrow, which is the eighth day of the month, at a quarter past the hour between 5 p.m. and 7 p.m."

Ping’er lowered her voice, "This time, responding to the Divine Monarch’s invitation, we brought quite a number of rare metals rarely circulated in the outside world."

The implication was to deliver it personally. The steward coughed lightly, showing a troubled expression and said, "The banquet is to be held tomorrow night, and many guests are arriving over the next two days. I’m afraid Lord Divine Monarch is too busy. You can hand this over to the Foreign Affairs Hall to handle." Without even attempting, he directly refused face-to-face.

He said a few more good words, found an excuse, and hurriedly took his leave.

Seeing his figure rapidly retreating as if fleeing for his life, Ping’er scoffed slightly and disdainfully said, "A demon is a demon, has no sense of propriety. Never seen such an unperceptive steward."

While Ping’er was talking with the steward, Yan Lingxue maintained a slight smile and commented indifferently, "It’s said that the demons from the Foreign Affairs Hall were all introduced by Ning... Demons are different from humans; their attachment to the past and gratitude isn’t surprising."

Outside, the harsh cold froze water on contact, at least minus thirty degrees Celsius or so. Knowing her master was not skilled in Divine Skills, Ping’er quickly led her inside the pavilion. Their familiar servants promptly kindled a fire in the fireplace, and two Warm Sun Talismans were stuck on the beams, making the entire small pavilion as warm as spring in less than a moment.

Ping’er hurried to remove her silver hair cloak, revealing the delicate and captivating figure beneath.

While water was being boiled to make tea, a servant reported: a maid from Hidden Sect had arrived.

Entering was a beautiful Little Butterfly Demon, her jade-like neck slender and smooth, her waist delicate and seemingly breakable, displaying an appearance of a gentle beauty. Ping’er took one glance at her, thinking that the female demons in Hidden Stream were all amazingly beautiful.

The Butterfly Demon placed a warm box on the square table, her voice light and clear, "These are snacks Hidden Stream provides for each guest, please enjoy."

"Oh? How considerate." Yan Lingxue smiled, revealing dimples, and said, "In the past, such treatment wasn’t given, was it?"

"Tomorrow will be the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Every year at this time, Hidden Stream cooks Laba Porridge to share with everyone to eat."

While speaking, Ping’er had already served a bowl of snacks to Yan Lingxue. She tasted it gently, "Indeed, fragrant and rich. Every year around Laba, cooking porridge doesn’t seem like something Hidden Stream would do." This fierce and dominant Demon Sect having such... a gentle tradition, was truly hard to comprehend.

With a light smile, the Butterfly Demon said, "It’s only gained popularity in the past couple of years. Our mistress loves to drink this Laba Porridge. For the past few years, Lord Divine Monarch orders it to be cooked for him every year. Later, the entire sect followed suit, and this porridge is cooked to drink in early December every year."

Yan Lingxue choked slightly, suddenly finding the porridge in her mouth not as delicious.

She put down the finely decorated porcelain bowl, elegantly dabbed her mouth with a silk handkerchief, and then laughed, "Certainly quick-witted. Has your Lord Ning not awakened yet?"

The Butterfly Demon quickly lowered her head, solemnly saying, "I do not know, and dare not speak lightly."

Can’t even bring it up? Yan Lingxue slightly frowned, waved her hand, and only after the Butterfly Demon had gone far, did she say to Ping’er, "This Butterfly Demon must have been specifically found by the steward just now, hoping to let me see her beauty, thinking that Hidden Stream Estate is full of such beautiful demons, best to retreat from the competition."