AWB Chapter 1143 - 613: Her Name Is Heard Everywhere
Chapter 1143 - 613: Her Name Is Heard Everywhere
Ping’er immediately opened her eyes wide and said: "That dog murderer took our Spirit Stone and still wants to deceive us! Had I known this, I would never have let him off so easily!"
The Little Butterfly Demon walked out of Qingqiu Pavilion, and after turning two corners, the steward came up to her: "Did you do as I told you?"
She slightly bowed, pursed her lips, and smiled: "Of course, I told her this Laba Porridge is loved by the mistress, and that Lord Divine Monarch is fond of her drinking it, so everyone joined in drinking it. You didn’t see her face, it suddenly looked quite displeased."
The steward was pleased: "You did well." He handed the Spirit Stone that Ping’er gave him, and took another piece for this Butterfly Demon.
He was one of the demons Ning Xiaoxian had brought into the Hidden Stream back in the day, considered one of her subordinates. Plus, now everyone in the sect knew that Lord Divine Monarch had been fond of the mistress for a long time, so how could he be foolish enough to act as a go-between for this Little Pavilion Master of Tianling Pavilion? Hehe, this woman, despite her proud demeanor, unlike ordinary women who swoon at the sight of a lord, wasn’t here on a thousand-mile business trip representing Tianling Pavilion in Bashe Forest just because she wanted to. Obviously, her intentions were not really about business! If he didn’t have this kind of eyesight, he wouldn’t be fit to mix in with the Foreign Affairs Hall.
The day passed by in the Little Pavilion Master’s boredom. She had been here three times now, and had basically seen all the scenic spots in Bashe Forest that were open to outsiders. With the heavy snow sealing the forest, it’s all a clean blanket of white. Though stunning at first glance, it becomes monotonous with time. To relieve their boredom, the master and servant, accompanied by a Hidden Stream Guard, went to watch a gladiatorial contest in the Dark Martial Arena.
Although the battles there were fierce, they were too bloody. Yan Lingxue’s last glimpse was of a demon’s hand or foot flying detached from its body. She shook her head and was the first to walk out, not stopping until she couldn’t smell the blood anymore, and frowned: "The Hidden Stream’s reputation for fighting is clearly well-earned. But this is just a contest, why so savage?"
Times have changed, and every group of VIPs entering Bashe Forest now has Hidden Stream Guards, one for protection and one for monitoring. Accompanying them was a Leopard Demon, who chuckled upon hearing this: "Spiritual Medicine produced in the Immortal Plant Garden can heal severed limbs despite how severe they look. With our physique, plus the Spiritual Medicine, within a week they’re as good as new. You probably don’t know, we used to have underground martial contests here, but after He Sect Leader and Lord Ning discussed it, they established the official Dark Martial Arena which even provides rewards for winners, so everyone’s eager to participate."
Well, she heard "Lord Ning" again.
This woman clearly was not around anymore, yet everything related to her seemed to persist, from the Foreign Affairs Hall she once managed, to the small pavilion equipped with her invention, the fireplace, to even the sweet soup she favored. And today, the very contest she was watching was held at the arena established by "Lord Ning." She couldn’t help but contemplate while holding her forehead: would the hot spring she planned to visit in the afternoon also have something to do with "Lord Ning"? In her previous visits in summer, naturally, no one would soak in the hot spring water during hot days.
Alas, sometimes things come full circle.
The "Mountain Hot Spring Hall" covers ten acres with a total of thirty-two spring wells. That afternoon, they were soaking in tranquil contemplation, and Ping’er couldn’t help but jest when she saw her mistress’s flushed face enhancing her shyness: "I wonder if Lord Divine Monarch also comes here to soak?" Sure enough, Yan Lingxue’s face became even redder.
To their surprise, the maid on the side answered candidly: "Lord Divine Monarch never visits the Mountain Hot Spring Hall. He only bathes at Yixian Inn, where there’s a specially built Bath Hall."
Now she had hit upon the key! Ping’er hurriedly asked: "Oh, does Lord Divine Monarch usually stay at Yixian Inn?"
The maid shivered all over, realizing she had misspoken, quickly recovering: "No, no! Well, Yixian Inn is a residence built for Lord Ning. It’s been idle these past couple of years, yet Lord Divine Monarch often visits there." Everyone in the sect knows that Lord Divine Monarch detests women who cling persistently; if he found out that his whereabouts had been revealed like this, her fate would be more than bleak.
Yixian? Haunting? This woman had already died, yet she remained as a wandering ghost at the Hidden Stream residency! The master and servant were momentarily speechless.
After dismissing the maid, Ping’er worriedly said: "Little Pavilion Master, every time we come, we hear of Lord Divine Monarch’s endless affection toward Ning Xiaoxian. It’s said the tense situation in the Southern Continent is because of her. You... you..."