"Not necessarily." Nie Jiuque snorted dismissively. The most update n0vels are published on novelFɪre.net
So what if they’re Immortal Authority? In these Six Realms, who has Nie Jiuque ever feared?
"Humph, you only talk big, but in the end, I’m the one suffering." She was full of grievances with nowhere to vent them.
"You Immortal Realm folks are just too stingy, aren’t you? It’s only a few Ziqiong Fruits."
"A few?!" She widened her eyes, almost wanting to slap him: "That big tree has at least five hundred of them."
When speaking of "that big tree," she spread out her arms and gestured.
"Wait a minute, how did they know you ate the Ziqiong Fruit?" Nie Jiuque was puzzled. At the time, there were only the two of them around, surely this little girl didn’t foolishly run over to confess?
"The Ziqiong Fruits were all stolen, and the whole Immortal Realm immediately suspected me. If my father hadn’t found that there was only a bit of the fruit’s spiritual power in me, they would have thought all the fruits ended up in my stomach." Saying this made her both angry and wronged.
"Pfft..." Nie Jiuque burst into laughter seeing her aggrieved expression. Initially feeling guilty and sympathetic towards her, he couldn’t help but laugh.
"What’s so funny?!" Already upset with him, seeing him laugh made her even angrier.
"...Looks like you Immortal Realm folks have frequent thefts." Nie Jiuque stifled a laugh, the face under the black mask was grinning like a flower, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"I’m not, and I don’t lack food. Do you think I’m like you?" Hearing him say she stole to eat, her face turned red with anger, and she clenched her small fists.
"Why don’t you just tell your father it was me who stole it; after all, the fruit you ate was from me." He said.
"Father always says that a word once spoken can never be retracted and one must be as good as one’s word, so I said I wouldn’t speak against you and I’ll stick to it."
"You’re quite a little girl indeed..."
"Adorably silly." He raised his hand and gently tapped her little head.
"You’re the silly one."
She pouted and touched the spot he’d tapped.
"Why did you bring me here?" She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes bright, thinking the place was truly beautiful, no worse than the landscapes of the Immortal Realm.
"What is this place?"
"Let me apply some ointment for you first, and then I’ll tell you."
"I said I’ve already applied ointment, I don’t need yours." She hid her hands behind her back.
"The ruler in your Immortal Realm is no ordinary punitive ruler; the welts from it won’t go down even after ten days or half a month, you can’t even hold chopsticks. I’d like to see how you eat in the coming days."
Upon hearing this, she looked at her still swollen red palms, which remained so after two or three days.
"My ointment works better than what you used before, your swelling will go down by tonight."
"Really?" She was a bit skeptical.
After being hit with the ruler before, even her mother applying the best ointment couldn’t stop it from hurting for eight or nine days.
"Try it, and you’ll know."
She pressed her lips together, and eventually extended her hands to him.
He pulled her to sit beside him and started applying the ointment.
He poured some of the gel-like ointment onto her palm and then used the pad of his index finger to rub it in.
As soon as he touched her palm, she instinctively flinched from the pain but remained silent.
"Does it hurt a lot?" He looked up at her, trying to make his movements as gentle as possible.
"Actually, it’s not terribly painful, just bothersome being swollen, like being stung by a bee. I’ve gotten used to it."