Lady Lin's First-ever Journey to Immortality

The little cyan fox is also fast, as soon as Lin Luoran gets to the edge of the bamboo forest, it darts out.

Lin Luoran throws it on her shoulder. The fox tightly held her neck. Its hair is standing because of the wind. Over a hill, Lin Luoran sees Lin Luodong’s DSLR camera falling on the ground.

Halfway up the hill, Huang Weijian stands right in front of a wild tea tree. His mouth is tightly closed like he is suppressing his anger.

Lin Luodong, widely opening his hands, stops in front of a group of people. Somehow a conflict breaks out in the dark. Lin Luoran arrives quietly. She stays in the distance, ready to see how things go next.

“Don’t push us too much. It is the two of us who first find the wild tea tree!” Lin Luodong’s eyes are red. He seems to have a lot of grievances.

A man fakes a smile: “Little boy, you shouldn’t lie. This plant of wild tea is clearly discovered by the Nihon tourists. Which school are you from? You are destroying an international friendship.”

From his accent, the man is definitely a Huaxia citizen. What a charge! He is really good at finding someone’s fault. Is he an interpreter for tourists?

So they are from Nihon. No wonder some mysterious power which is different from Huaxia cultivators fluctuates around them. Where’s Goldie? She hasn’t seen it since she arrived here. Lin Luoran secretly senses around. She finds Goldie hides in the pine tree over her head, coldly looking at these people. If Lin Luoran does not come, Goldie will attack with its mouth. Then they will be all dead.

It is also due to these Nihonese cultivators that Huang Weijian hasn’t taken any action? The boy does have some talent. He is calm. When there is no chance to win in one strike, he would like to endure.

“Mr. Sun, we can, much money, buy.” A Nihonese woman is speaking. She is wearing a white dress, with neat bangs in her mild face. Lin Luoran can see clearly in the night. She gives a glance, feeling familiar with this Nihonese woman.

Oh, isn’t she the only woman in the Nihonese team who escaped in the Night of Bermuda, according to the statistics of the special department? The countries which suffered the most losses in the Night of Bermuda were Rashk and Nihon. The team of Rashk was totally wiped out, and Nihon only had a woman who survived. The woman’s picture was posted in the Tribe for Cultivators as a warning. The person who could survive the annihilation of the whole team is not so gentle as she looks, is she?

Right, it seems her name is Sakurako Asada.

Lin Luodong is full of anger: “We will not sell it, case closed. Not every Huaxia people is short of money and even willing to sell his soul!”

Lin Luoran has never seen Luodong that harsh before. It seems that the interpreter did some servile things before she arrived…Jobs are all equal. Ordinary people are just for making a living. It is unnecessary to take it as national enmity, but as a Huaxia people, he shouldn’t bully his countrymen. Lin Luoran can’t understand this man’s behavior. How distorted and self-abased is in his mind to make him do this kind of wicked things?

Huang Weijian takes out the bald pen and is ready for battle.

The interpreter is still talking. Sakurako Asada looks at their five people. She believes there will be no difficulty to strike down the little Huaxia cultivator, but why the two Huaxia boys still stay in the mountain at night? They must be accompanied by their master! Sakurako Asada is not afraid of troubles, but she will not make trouble on purpose, especially on the land of Huaxia.

The interpreter feels embarrassed in front of the Nihonese guests after being contradicted by Lin Luodong. He scolds in another dialect, calling him little jerk, underbred boy, and so on. It suddenly hurts Huang Weijian’s heart. Lin Luodong also stuns.

Sakurako Asada can understand some language of Huaxia, but that is only applicable to the standard version. For this dialect with a strong accent, she is also clueless.

Lin Luoran wants to see how the two boys would react, but hearing that, she can no longer hide. She walks out.

In the dark forest, once Lin Luoran moves, she is not in a position to hide her breath by Breath-holding Spell. Sakurako Asada is wholly frozen because of the fear even if not turning around.

This is a very strong breath from the Huaxia cultivator. If had known the two boys had such an advanced master, she would have given up this rare wild tea tree… It’s too late to regret. Sakurako Asada is flexible. She turns around and makes a 90° bow.

“Senior…”

Lin Luoran chuckles and exposes her young voice. Sakurako Asada is surprised and raises her head. When she sees the face of Lin Luoran at close range, she lowers her head deeper.

“Sister!” Lin Luodong’s eyes turn red. At this age, he can confront these people being neither humble nor haughty, and withstand the cynicism of the interpreter, which is not easy for him. When he sees his backbone, it’s hard to avoid red eyes.

Sakurako Asada breathes fast, hurries to explain, but dare not raise her head.

Like the lucky Nihonese women and the famous cultivators in other countries who are occasionally mentioned by people in the Tribe for Cultivators, now Lin Luoran becomes a major star, rising among the forces on the planet and strengthening her status step by step. The firefly is never brighter than the moon. Lin Luoran is not aware of her standing out. The name “Lin Luoran” has already become a golden mark and caught all people’s attention along with her success in the extermination of the Crystal branch who challenged the bottom line of Huaxia nation.

“Miss Sakurako, you are too polite, so these people think you are soft… The Nihon Empire is a friend of Huaxia. If there is any conflict, the government will stand on your side.” The interpreter surnamed Sun pleases them immediately.

Lin Luoran glances at him. Ordinary people could not see anything in the dark, neither is the interpreter. Somehow he shivers and feels a chill on his back. He is wondering why it is so cold in the mountains tonight when suddenly a light comes up.

He cannot help but block the harsh light with his hand. In the faint light of the fire, he sees a woman who looks like a wild elf and the neat back of five Nihonese heads.

He has no time now to care what had happened to the distinguished guests, but the light of the fire comes from the woman’s… fingertip.

How can human fingers not be afraid of fire? The elite brain of Interpreter Sun, who has studied in Nihon for many years, becomes puzzled at the moment. Suddenly, he thinks of a possibility, and cannot help but tremble slightly: “Pra, pra, practitioners…!”

Lin Luoran smiles, “Miss Sakurako, how much are you willing to pay for this tea tree?”

Sakurako Asada is worried: “Senior Lin, Sakurako, dare not, a misunderstanding.” She is extremely regretful that she did not learn the language of Huaxia better, and now her explanation seems feeble.

Lin Luoran does not provide an answer. She takes two steps, looking at Huang Weijian who looks irate, “Still don’t dig the tea tree?”

Hearing that, Huang Weijian’s anger seems to be blown away by the wind. Lin Luoran’s voice has a soothing power, he suddenly finds himself not angry. “Hey, come to help!”

Lin Luodong runs past and begins to dig up the wild tea tree with Huang Weijian. Lin Luoran walks back.

“What makes you come to Huaxia? Have you reported to Minister Chen?”

They all know little language of Huaxia. The interpreter who is scared and almost wets his pants is put in use. From his incoherent interpretation, Lin Luoran knows that this group of people is actually to look for delicacies in the Sea of Bamboo in the south of Chuan province in the name of a visit. The wild tea tree is one of their targets.

The wild vegetables of Huaxia are very popular in Nihon, an island with a small area and a large population. They love arty things like the tea ceremony, which can be the reason for other occasions, but now they send several practitioners here just for digging delicacies? That is unusual. Lin Luoran stares at them for a moment:

“That’s okay. I don’t like people playing little tricks on the land of Huaxia, and I don’t want any spiritual things to be smuggled out of Huaxia, ok? Have a good time.”

Interpreter Sun interpreters stutteringly, and there is a neat reply as “Yes,yes”.

The two boys dig out the wild tea tree.

Lin Luoran casually receives it into her space. The disappearance of such a big tea tree makes Interpreter Sun in a cold sweat.

She does not watch them again, but walks with the boys in the opposite direction.

After a long time, Sakurako Asada lifts her stiff neck. The rest four Nihonese also carefully look up. Interpreter Sun slips weakly with wet trousers.

These Nihonese feel ashamed of Interpreter Sun and intend to quietly get rid of him. Sakurako Asada gives a warning glance:

“She doesn’t like him, but she won’t want foreign people to kill him.” It is said that this cultivator in the level of Laying Foundation is very protective of her compatriots, and it is unwise to get rid of Sun.

“Yes! … You mean Miss. Lin?”

“Yes. We must be more careful.”

While the interpreter is still shaking on the ground, a Nihonese man kicks him, “get up and go.”