The Immortal Seed Has a Problem

"Miao Xia, what are you doing? Robbing a fellow disciple?"

Wang Yang's thick brows furrowed, dissatisfaction in his eyes. The Righteous Qi around him burst forth instantly, knocking Miao Xia away.

Miao Xia's ample chest rose and fell like wild horses trying to break free of their reins.

"I was only joking. I just saw that he was so weak and wanted to collect a little protection fee, then protect him. You know me—I can't stand seeing others get bullied. Hic~"

Wang Yang rolled his eyes at Miao Xia. "Everyone in the sect knows that you're the most overbearing one. You collect protection fees everywhere."

Miao Xia bit down on her Wine Gourd and poured another huge mouthful into herself. It was the last sip. When the final drop fell, she easily caught it with her nimble tongue.

Then Miao Xia's half-open, half-closed eyes turned toward Jiang Ping An again.

"You were struck by the Black River's water and yet didn't die. And without activating any cultivation method, you recovered so quickly. Kid, you cultivate an Immortal-Grade Cultivation Method."

"If you cultivate an Immortal-Grade Cultivation Method in the Lower Realm, you won't be able to condense an Immortal Root. So your purpose in coming to the upper realm was to condense an Immortal Root. Hic~"

Miao Xia swayed unsteadily, as though she might fall over at any moment.

Jiang Ping An's fingers trembled slightly, and shock surged through his heart. This woman looked drunk, yet her powers of observation and judgment were astonishing.

Miao Xia placed the Wine Gourd atop her chest and lay back down in the corner of the deck, her eyes closed as though she were talking in her sleep.

"No one should have guided you. If someone had, you definitely wouldn't have rashly cultivated an Immortal-Grade