Star Farming, the eldest lady relies on alchemy to counterattack

Chapter 430 Immortal

Under Yu Mingche's guidance, Qinghe naturally integrated into this big family.

Half a month later, Yun Han bid farewell to Ning Xuan and went to the new planet to carry out a mission.

After Yun Han left, Ning Xuan, along with Qing He and Di Youlin, frequently appeared at various auction houses on the Central Star. In a short time, many high-grade pills, precious and rare minerals, and even the legendary Prajna Fruit with miraculous effects appeared at the auction houses. The auction houses on the Central Star became very lively.

In the dimly lit auction hall, in the best-viewed third-floor VIP box, Di Youlin knelt respectfully beside Ning Xuan, massaging her legs. Listening to the intense bidding outside, he was slightly distracted and accidentally pressed too hard, hurting Ning Xuan. Ning Xuan hissed softly, frowned, and gently scolded, "You're so absent-minded, go to the side."

Ning Xuan hadn't originally intended for him to do these things; it was just that he acted out of his mind and insisted on serving her personally.

Seeing that Ning Xuan was angry, Di Youlin immediately bowed and begged for forgiveness, "Master, please forgive me. I was distracted by the bidding outside and hurt you. Please punish me."

Although Di Youlin made a gesture of apology, his hands and eyes were not behaving properly. His hand moved up Ning Xuan's thigh, and his teasing gaze seemed to be glued to Ning Xuan's face.

Here we go again. I don't know what kind of training Di Youlin has received in secret, but ever since he returned from his last visit to his family, he has been frequently trying to seduce him with this kind of thing. The key is that he has absolutely no talent in this area, and no matter how much he tries to learn, it always looks very awkward and unnatural.

Ning Xuan found him annoying, so she bent down and placed her hand on his waist, deftly untying the belt around his waist and tying the palm-width belt over his eyes. She then patted his face and said, "Good boy, tell me in a bit how much money we can make at this auction house."

Di Youlin's vision was taken away, and everything went dark. Just as Ning Xuan's hand was about to leave, he grabbed it with lightning speed and brought his face close to hers.

"Yes, Master." Di Youlin stood up with Ning Xuan's help and naturally sat down next to her.

"The Prajna fruit is very valuable. You gave so much to my father all at once. Don't you feel bad about it?" Di Youlin couldn't see, but his other senses were more sensitive. He followed the scent and whispered in Ning Xuan's ear.

As soon as Di Youlin finished speaking, Qinghe suddenly stood up, moved sideways, and struck out with a palm towards Ning Xuan. The wind from the palm blew Ning Xuan's hair up. Di Youlin's originally soft body instantly became like a sword, kicking the dark figure that appeared next to Ning Xuan.

The dark figure twisted like a ghost, narrowly avoiding Di Youlin's fierce leg attack. In the instant its body faltered, Qinghe's second palm strike arrived! The palm strike was not a direct blow, but a clever downward pressure, forcing the dark figure to leap backward to dodge.

At that moment, as if he had anticipated it, Di Youlin moved close to the shadowy figure like a shadow, his fingers flashing like lightning, striking the vital point on the shadowy figure's waist.

The private room was quite spacious, but it felt cramped at the moment. Not far behind the sofa where Ning Xuan was sitting was the wall. She remained motionless, her eyelashes trembling slightly, calmly watching Qinghe and Di Youlin fight against the dark figure that had somehow appeared in the room.

The three moved with such speed they almost left afterimages, their movements creating a whirlwind, yet they strangely controlled the area of ​​effect. The auction house had an energy-suppressing barrier, preventing spirit controllers from using their own energy or summoning companion spirits to fight. This was undoubtedly a contest purely based on their martial skills and teamwork. Di Youlin and Qinghe were clearly wary; although their attacks were like a storm, they consistently kept the center of the battle away from Ning Xuan's area, avoiding any impact on her. Every collision, every dodge, was precisely controlled within that open space.

Di Youlin's moves were cunning and ruthless, and his movements were exceptionally flexible. He often launched attacks from the most unlikely places. Qinghe, on the other hand, was wide and powerful, with strong palm strikes that blocked the shadowy figure's possible escape routes, forcing it to take Di Youlin's killing blow head-on.

The shadowy figure was not to be underestimated. Although it was at a disadvantage when attacked by the two, it managed to escape danger several times with its unpredictable movements. Like a shadow without a physical form, it always managed to slip away from the gaps in the combined attack.

The fight lasted fiercely for more than a dozen rounds, with the dull thuds of fists and feet clashing clearly audible in the well-soundproofed private room.

Finally, with the cooperation of the two, Di Youlin entangled the shadowy figure, and Qinghe struck the shadowy figure in the back of the heart with a palm strike that had been gathering strength for a long time.

With a muffled thud, the dark figure crashed heavily onto the floor, shaking the room. He struggled for a moment, then stopped moving.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the private room, and a waiter knocked loudly on the door. "Distinguished guest, is there anything I can help you with?"

Although the fight was intense, it took less than two minutes from when Qinghe noticed the shadowy figure to when the two subdued it.

"No, please leave," Ning Xuan replied coldly.

Qinghe had already bound the shadowy figure tightly with the Spirit-Sealing Rope. He peeled off the shadowy figure's black outer garment, revealing a young man with short purple hair and pointed elf ears.

Qinghe grabbed his hair and made him look up. The young man's skin was a pale, unseen white, like jade buried deep underground, gleaming with a faint, almost fragile light. His facial features were sharp and delicate, with a high nose, thin cherry lips, and a pair of azure eyes.

The youth's face possessed an almost eerie beauty.

Those were eyes that should have been incredibly captivating, long and narrow with slightly upturned corners. But at this moment, they were like an abyss shrouded in thick fog, the pupils seemingly fixed and unfocused, the pupils unfocused, like a lifeless pool of water.

Anyone could tell at a glance that these were the eyes of a blind person.

What chilled Qinghe even more was that the skin he touched was unusually cold, without a trace of warmth, and he could not sense any energy flow within the other person's body.

“Master, this is a powerful weapon created by the Lord of the Myriad Star River using out-of-control orcs. It is known as the Undying Warriors. They can only obey orders and have no consciousness of their own. The controller must be inside the venue,” Qinghe said to Ningxuan.