Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 124: Immortal Porridge
The commotion here was clearly seen by the people around, yet they could not believe it.
Tuberculosis is something even doctors find hard to cure, how could it suddenly be cured? Could it be the magical porridge of the Qian Ding Sect? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Oh dear, grandson, why have you turned so dark?" On the other side, the blind grandfather suddenly held his grandson’s face and spoke.
The half-grown child looked shocked: "Grandpa, can you see?"
"Yes! Suddenly, everything is much clearer!" The grandfather was also amazed, as his eyes had gradually become blurry before the drought. He had seen a doctor who said it was cataracts and couldn’t be cured. On the road of fleeing the famine, he gradually lost his sight.
Unexpectedly, now he could suddenly see!
"Old man, how many is this?" Someone nearby skeptically raised three fingers and asked the grandfather.
The old man’s eyes widened: "Three! What, do you think I need to lie at my age?"
The onlookers were all shocked.
One or two cases don’t mean much, however, when people found out that the elderly and sick people who had eaten the Qian Ding Sect’s porridge suddenly turned into the healthiest people in the crowd, and although the disabled didn’t regrow their missing limbs, they became much more energetic, everyone had to link this transformation to Qian Ding Sect’s porridge.
It’s said that the spiritual medicine of cultivators has the effect of transforming the rotten into something magical. Could it be that Qian Ding Sect not only cooked the porridge thickly but also added spirit pills and miraculous medicines?!
Regret! So much regret!
Those who did not queue at the Qian Ding Sect back then couldn’t help but lament in their hearts, how did they just miss such a good opportunity?
Even if the porridge is that thick, it’s unbelievable that they would add miraculous spirit pills, they couldn’t have eaten it even if they weren’t fleeing the famine!
Some who originally queued at the Qian Ding Sect but were persuaded to leave, felt not just regret but also hatred at this moment.
If it weren’t for those people talking nonsense, the ones eating this fairy porridge would have been them!
They were determined to come earlier tomorrow, to be the first to queue here!
Many people secretly made up their minds.
Some people didn’t even move, they directly laid bedding in front of the Qian Ding Sect’s tent, thinking they had been to worse places while fleeing famine.
Conversely, those who had eaten the porridge yesterday weren’t fighting or scrambling for it now. They felt lucky to have had a bowl and their bodies were lightened, so they shouldn’t compete with others for more, as others were also sick.
It’s these kindhearted people who are the easiest to bully. Some, after being bullied, changed and became unwilling to lose out, yet some remained soft-hearted, continuing to be kind once they received a little care.
The next day, the porridge dispensing shelters next door became lively again, while the Qian Ding Sect’s tent did not see a soul for a long while.
Perhaps they hadn’t arrived yet! Didn’t they arrive late yesterday?
The hopeful crowd thought, unwilling to move.
It wasn’t until after the other tents finished dispensing porridge that someone finally appeared at the Qian Ding Sect’s tent.
However, it was not Chen Muxue and her group who came, but officers.
The crowd watched in dismay as the officers dismantled the Qian Ding Sect’s tent, feeling anxious: "What are you doing? They haven’t dispensed porridge yet!"
The officers looked puzzled: "Qian Ding Sect is not wealthy, they only scheduled a day of porridge dispensing yesterday, why are you all queuing? They left yesterday, what’s the point of leaving the tent?"
How could this be!
The crowd was filled with regret, and now even wanted to go to other tents, but there was no porridge left there either.
Damn it, damn it!! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
They couldn’t even tell if they were cursing themselves, or cursing the Qian Ding Sect, or the group of people who drank the porridge yesterday.
