Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 119

"Sect Leader, people are saying there are too many refugees, and those big sects are starting to prepare to distribute porridge."

When Xiaohua came running, Chen Muxue was trying to find a direction where she wouldn’t be hit by rice husks. At this moment, she was covered in dust and dirt, with husks caught in her hair.

Who knows if the heavens are against her—whenever she changed direction, the wind was fine, but as soon as she started to toss, the wind would blow right into her face.

As soon as Xiaohua arrived, the wind seemed to obey. Without Chen Muxue needing to move, the wind changed direction on its own, marking a peak in her tossing career. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"People are saying? Where did you run off to?" Chen Muxue spat out the husks and then looked at Xiaohua.

Xiaohua pointed to a group of sparrows not far away: "They flew by Qingshan County."

Chen Muxue was silent for a moment, recalling Xiaohua’s friendship with the little crayfish. She decided not to easily dismiss Xiaohua’s ability to communicate with animals.

"I’ll go into town to ask around." And check on the situation at the inn.

Just to inquire, Chen Muxue thought for a bit and decided to only bring Changgui. Little Tiger was close to breaking through the Qi Cultivation Stage, so staying at the Qian Ding Sect would allow him to focus on cultivation, and being with Changfu, they could both take care of Xiaohua.

Leading Changgui through the small town, the previously warm residents now avoided Chen Muxue silently, and even Changgui noticed the strange atmosphere.

"Sect Leader, why do they seem afraid of us?" Changgui couldn’t help but ask.

Chen Muxue shrugged: "The strong are often lonely."

Even dogs don’t believe that.

Chen Changgui silently began to observe on his own, pricking up his ears, and indeed heard many rumors.

He felt extremely angry, but upon looking up and seeing the Sect Leader’s unchanged expression, he was conflicted again about whether his anger was a sign of immaturity.

The inn was already closed, and the shopkeeper and the chef sat dejectedly on the steps, seemingly waiting for someone. When they saw Chen Muxue, a flash of anger crossed their faces, but they quickly hid their expressions, shrinking away, not daring to look at Chen Muxue.

"What are you two doing sitting here?" Chen Muxue stepped forward to ask.

Unexpectedly, when Chen Muxue approached to speak, both couldn’t help but tremble. Thinking of the recent rumors, the shopkeeper still opened his mouth to reply: "Waiting for a new boss..."

"None of your business!" The chef, greasy and unkempt after being out of work for who knows how long, made Chen Muxue doubt if he’d even taken a bath.

The shopkeeper elbowed the chef, signaling with his eyes as if to say, are you mad?

But the chef snorted. Having mixed in the marketplace for so long, he wouldn’t believe just any rumor. If Chen Muxue were really as the rumors said, never mind anything else, could he still be sitting here comfortably?

So the chef maintained the same attitude towards Chen Muxue.

"Oh dear, it might actually have a little bit to do with me," Chen Muxue suddenly smiled.

The shopkeeper and the chef exchanged glances, unclear about Chen Muxue’s meaning.

"By the way, do you know about the porridge distribution?" Chen Muxue changed the topic.

The chef ignored her, but the shopkeeper answered: "Yes, the major sects and wealthy families are discussing distributing porridge, Qingshan County already has several."

Saying this, he unconsciously glanced at Chen Muxue’s shabby clothes: "Sect Leader need not worry..."

Others are afraid you might poison the porridge.

The rumors became more and more exaggerated. Xiao Feng’s initial version had turned into a horror story-like narrative; Chen Muxue was close to having three heads and six arms, and a fierce face with fangs.

"Oh, I see. You shouldn’t sit here any longer." Chen Muxue turned the conversation back around.