Chen Muxue squinted: "This Daoist, we have sour and spicy noodles and spicy hotpot here. For the spicy hotpot, you need to choose the ingredients you like yourself."
"Oh? That's how it is," the cultivator didn't seem deliberately confrontational, as he spoke while rising to approach the ingredients rack.
Gazing at the large Ice Spirit Stone, the cultivator stroked his beard.
Spiritual Energy is pure, quality is excellent, and it's so big... It seems Qian Ding Sect indeed has some treasures.
But simply acting over a few Spirit Stones doesn't quite befit his status.
The cultivator casually picked up some ingredients, using Spiritual Power to make the basket fly to Chen Muxue's front.
"When the previous Sect Leader of Qian Ding Sect was around, I exchanged views with him a few times, but never thought... who could foresee the twists of fate!"
Returning to his original seat, the cultivator suddenly sighed.
Chen Muxue raised an eyebrow, the previous Sect Leader was her father, right? But... she had absolutely zero connection with that convenient father, nor would she ever, so she simply didn't care.
Seeing Chen Muxue unconcerned, the cultivator seemed surprised and quickly continued, "Alas, the world has grown indifferent, even women frequently step forward, cultivating is one thing, but they're doing business as well."
"I'm not saying women can't do business, but ask which man would want to marry a woman reeking of money? Moreover, doing such worldly business, letting other cultivators hear, isn't it a joke?"
Measuring Da Gui felt more and more that the speaker's nose wasn't his nose and eyes weren't his eyes. This talk, isn't it a bit targeted?
"Sect Leader, he..."
"Even if we could shut his mouth, we can't stop the water in his brain, so let it be," Chen Muxue had already sensed he was talking about her, but having been an internet celebrity in her past life, she was used to such people.
Didn't expect to avoid trolls even in ancient times.
Cen Lizhui, listening on the side, not only felt his teeth itch but also a bad premonition.
"Oh, Qian Ding Sect had glorious times back then, if Qian Ding Sect's ancestors knew, how would they feel?"
The cultivator was stroking his beard while speaking, "A person who cultivates not only indulges but acts contrary, simply —"
"Shut up, you!" Cen Lizhui casually pulled something out and threw it over, precisely muffling the cultivator's mouth.
"I really don't know where he's from, orders something to eat and still talks nonsense here," someone nearby commented.
If no one acted he dared not say anything, but now that someone who looked like a cultivator did, he finally spoke up.
The cultivator suddenly got muffled, almost choked a breath, plucked the item from his mouth, glaring at Cen Lizhui: "Shameless brat, dare to ambush!"
Cen Lizhui realized the thing he threw was, and felt heartache: "Stop rambling, take care of yourself!"
"You! Do you know who I am? I am the Hidden Forest Hermit!" The cultivator slapped the table, standing up, the table immediately broke into pieces.
"Then you should go hide in the forest," Cen Lizhui defiantly slapped the table, which turned to powder.
"Hey, hey! You two argue all you want, why break my tables?!" Chen Muxue felt the iron pot behind her eager to act.
Heaven and earth, she only had three tables in total!
"Humph, yellow-haired brat, dare to fight me one-on-one?" The Hidden Forest Hermit threw back the item he had pulled from his mouth.
Cen Lizhui swatted it away, it smashed to the ground, purple-red juice splashing: "Better check your fate first!"
The Hidden Forest Hermit froze, licking the residue on his lips, then looked at the item on the ground, his pupils shrunk: "Life Fruit?! How do you possess such a treasure?"
Afterward, he laughed twice more: "Seems even heaven agrees with me, gifting me this Life Fruit—ahem..."
Mid-sentence, the Hidden Forest Hermit suddenly clutched his throat, appearing in great pain.
Cen Lizhui gave a courteous smile: "Whether poison or antidote, it's all predestined."
Watching the Hidden Forest Hermit's painful convulsions on the ground, Chen Muxue widened her eyes, looking at Cen Lizhui: "Are you that stall owner from last time?"
Cen Lizhui cupped his hands: "It is indeed I."
"Good lord, you were trying to sell me this stuff last time?! Get out! Da Gui, refund him!" Chen Muxue was furious.
What Life Fruit, clearly a life-taking fruit! Look at the Hidden Forest Hermit, still crawling painfully on the ground!
Cen Lizhui's heart skipped a beat, he knew it! As soon as the Hidden Forest Hermit spoke, he felt an ominous premonition!
"No, miss boss lady, girl, Sect Leader, let me explain, this Life Fruit it..."
Cen Lizhui watched as Da Fu, carrying sour and spicy noodles, forcefully made a turn, feeling more pained than realizing he'd thrown a Life Fruit.
The group from Liuyun Sect lacks Life Fruit, but not him! Yet he simply wanted a bite, why is it so difficult!
Chen Muxue always believes what she sees, and regardless of whatever the Life Fruit's effect, seeing the Hidden Forest Hermit's twisted state, she felt it wasn't good.
Though Hidden Forest Hermit...
She recalled, Hidden Forest Hermit was a support for the male lead joining Liuyun Sect, in the original book, the male lead fell from a cliff, entered a mysterious cave, gaining the second half of a supreme art, recklessly cultivating almost leading to demonic possession.
The male lead secluded himself in a county cultivating the art, suddenly rampaging, where the county was under the protection of the Golden Core Stage achieved Hidden Forest Hermit.
Though nearly possessed, the supreme art remained supreme, by then the male lead had cultivated to fifth rank of Golden Core with the art, when battling Hidden Forest Hermit, he felt unfamiliar yet familiar Cultivation Technique, after several exchanges, it seemed reminiscent of the art.
Turns out the art was refined and improved by an ancestor of Hidden Forest Hermit's line, a genius persecuted fleeing self-realm enlightenment.
Hidden Forest Hermit cultivated the original version, through generations there had been losses and reductions, making it inferior to the male lead's version, but the Basic Skills remained unchanged.
The male lead defeated Hidden Forest Hermit, obtained Basic Skills, avoiding demonic possession, returning to the right path.
Calculating time, with the already unconscious Hidden Forest Hermit, Chen Muxue's inner music began: I dried the silence...
She couldn't help asking Cen Lizhui: "Hey, how long will he be unconscious?"
"I'm not 'hey', I'm Zhui Li." Cen Lizhui observed the Hidden Forest Hermit on the ground, "His fate isn't good, judging by his complexion, probably three months? Anyway, cultivators live long, they can wait."
Chen Muxue clicked her tongue: "I too am not called 'hey', my name is Chu Mouqin..."
In a small courtyard in the county, Xiao Feng sitting in meditation, surrounded by lightning, gradually turning from bright yellow to blue, then stained with black and red.
Xiao Feng abruptly opened his eyes, a red light flashing, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
"Life Fruit... Alchemy, requiring a good cauldron... I must cure Shi'er, I must perform Bone Tempering... No one will dare shame me again!"
His gaze pierced through the window, into the distant vaguely singular courtyard's mountain peak.