Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 114
"Oh, no problem, no problem at all. I am your martial uncle, these small matters are naturally easy to handle."
On the table, Spirit Stones piled into a small hill, Yun Chi contentedly used one to file his nails.
His money! Cen Lizhui’s heart ached like it was bleeding, but he still forced a smile: "So, martial uncle, when will you go?"
"Oh, I’m in a bad mood today, might catch a cold tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..." Yun Chi counted casually.
Hey! How can you already plan to catch a cold tomorrow? That’s too perfunctory!
Seeing the veins pop on Cen Lizhui’s forehead, Yun Chi finally relented: "Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. Recently, the mortal world in the north is experiencing a great drought, and our Immortal Sect needs to keep an eye on things."
"Keeping an eye? So, even though we have the ability, we still won’t intervene like before?" Cen Lizhui asked.
Seeing his expression, Yun Chi finally sat up properly, with a bit of seriousness on his face: "Little fox, you must understand, everything is arranged by the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao cannot be defied. If we intervene, the consequences could be catastrophic. You don’t want to be the chief culprit of a world-ending disaster, do you? As long as no one takes advantage of the turmoil is enough."
He had heard these words countless times.
Cen Lizhui had long lost interest, he waved his hand: "Alright, martial uncle, just make it quick."
"Sparkling~" Yun Chi buried his upper body in the Spirit Stones, and seeing Cen Lizhui about to leave, he said: "The Sect Leader wants to see you, oh, if you sneak off again, next time I can’t let you come back!"
Cen Lizhui’s half-step faltered, but he then continued walking as if nothing had happened.
The small hill where Qian Ding Sect was located was considered part of Qingshan County’s jurisdiction, so the distance wasn’t far. Chen Muxue hired a carriage to return, since she couldn’t do Sword Control or fly using any other chaotic method.
All along the way, she was distressed, five hundred Spirit Stones spent just like that, back to square one! But the restricted barrier was indeed indispensable, especially...
Chen Muxue silently touched little Hua’s head.
Did Zhui Li plan it from the start? Back when he was selling pizza - no, selling Spirit Pills, did he have that uncle pay with Spirit Stones?
It seemed she trusted him a bit too much, but during the Tribulation, he truly risked his life to assist...
Chen Muxue’s mind was in turmoil. She lifted the carriage curtain, looking outside, hoping to clear her thoughts with the scenery, but unexpectedly saw many ragged people moving along the road. For a moment, she thought she had entered a world of zombies.
Refugees? In ancient times, refugees seemed somewhat normal... But there weren’t so many on the way here, right?
"Master, why are there so many refugees outside?" Chen Muxue asked.
The coachman sighed: "They’re all from the north. It’s said there’s a great drought up north. The wheat was about to be harvested in a few months, but then drought hit, a natural disaster, there’s nothing anyone can do."
Chen Muxue fell silent, letting down the curtain, not speaking anymore.
Drought.
She thought of her Water Spirit Root, but it’s laughable, with her cultivation, even if completely drained, it couldn’t nourish much land.
If all the cultivators with Water Spirit Roots helped, though? That seemed unrealistic.
She didn’t know why she was having such wild thoughts, fundamentally, she was just a small human, how could she fight against nature?
Upon entering the small town, the streets came alive a bit more, and Chen Muxue regained her composure.
"Have you heard? That Qian Ding Sect..."
As a cultivator, her hearing was better than most, and Chen Muxue suddenly heard people in the street talking about Xiao Feng distorting the facts previously.
