Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 113

"You’re dead this time!" Wang Yue taunted Chen Muxue before leaving.

No one paid heed to Wang Yue, so she turned and left, taking only a few steps before tripping over her own feet and making an early New Year’s salute to her uncle.

Cen Lizhui quickly turned his back and looked away, pretending to admire the scenery.

"Nicely done," Chen Muxue patted him on the shoulder.

However, Chen Muxue was quite puzzled by one thing—there were no traces of the Demon Clan on Jiang He’s body.

Could it be that she remembered wrong, and that character in the book wasn’t from the Demon Clan? Or perhaps this Black Qi wasn’t what the book described?

Or maybe... as Chen Muxue watched Wang Yue’s retreating figure, she began to ponder.

"Big brother, what is the Immortal Sect?" Little Hua, who had been clinging to Chen Muxue’s leg, suddenly asked Cen Lizhui.

Chen Muxue also turned her gaze to him upon hearing this. The Immortal Sect had been mentioned in the original book, but very briefly. It seemed to be a very powerful and mysterious sect, nearly transcendent.

However, the person in front of her...

Chen Muxue recalled the way he ate, and she couldn’t feel just how "transcendent" he was.

Cen Lizhui scratched his head, feeling a bit guilty, "The Immortal Sect... I’m just a very low-ranking Outer Disciple, so I’m not really sure, haha. Let’s hurry back to the Qian Ding Sect!"

He changed the topic, "With so many bad guys around and the Fei Xing Sect eyeing us covetously, the Qian Ding Sect’s barriers need to be rearranged, don’t they?"

His words made Chen Muxue anxious. Indeed, Xiao Feng had come and gone so easily before. Now it seemed everyone was displeased with the Qian Ding Sect. The barriers needed to be redone.

But the problem was, she didn’t know how!

"Actually, I know someone who is very skilled at setting barriers. I guarantee they can make it so no one can easily come in!" Cen Lizhui suggested.

Pesty people like Fei Ying wouldn’t get in, but sincere and upright Immortal Sect disciples like himself, who were friends, would be allowed in to mooch a meal... no need to block them.

Cen Lizhui thought of this and cleared his throat.

"Setting up barriers must be expensive, right?" Chen Muxue cautiously looked at Cen Lizhui.

"Five hundred Spirit Stones will definitely be enough!" Cen Lizhui patted his chest and promised.

Though normally, this wouldn’t even cover his master-uncle’s appearance fee, let alone the various formation cores, with his persuasion, they might give him some face, right?

After confirming there was nothing else, Chen Muxue and her party headed back to the Qian Ding Sect, while Cen Lizhui happily headed to the Immortal Sect.

"It seems... a bit bleak..." Huo Lian stood in place, watching everyone leaving without hesitation, feeling the cold north wind and neglected.

"Bang!" Cen Lizhui, flying on a big gourd, was jolted through the air by the barrier, spinning seven hundred and twenty degrees.

"Hmm?" Cen Lizhui clung tightly to the gourd he had bought casually, circling the boundary gate three times carefully, "That’s correct, so why can’t I get in?"

"You still have the nerve to come back? My goodness, what is that thing you’re riding?" A white-haired man inside the barrier looked at Cen Lizhui’s big gourd with disdain.

"Uncle! Did my master mess with the barrier again? Let me in!"

The white-haired man waved his hand dismissively, like shooing a fly, "That mount is too ugly; you can’t pass!"

Cen Lizhui held his forehead, pained.

After a prolonged argument, he was finally let in. Before he could inform the Sect Leader that his rebellious disciple had returned, a blood-curdling scream rang out.

"Ah—daring to ask for me with just five hundred Spirit Stones!? Heavens, are my ears wrong? Help, am I having auditory hallucinations? Sect Leader, I’m going to die ah!"

Cen Lizhui looked at his master-uncle’s exaggerated antics, and for a moment, he was struck dumb and speechless...