Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 515

Yet Chen Muxue didn’t expect that just as she was dragging Cen Lizhui out, Lin Qing followed them of his own volition.

She turned around, frantically signaling with her eyes to the Immortal Sect Leader, wondering what was going on—how could someone just walk here so casually within the Immortal Sect? Didn’t they say no outsiders were allowed inside?

Oh right, that old man suddenly changed his tune just now.

Darn, the Sect Leader sure is different, doing whatever he pleases... I heard he’s the only one who almost ascended among us right now?

Indeed, those with stronger power are more impressive; he sets the rules himself.

Chen Muxue’s eyelids were twitching so much they almost cramped up, yet that old man still smiled warmly as he watched the three of them leave, even leisurely stroking his beard, looking all set to enjoy a show, just missing some sunflower seeds.

Chen Muxue reasonably suspected that he was just bored from staying in one place for too long and was eager to watch some love triangle melodrama.

But the problem is, she isn’t in love with anyone! Across her past and current lives, she’s over forty and hasn’t even dated once!

Chen Muxue couldn’t help but recall when she was a freshman in college, and during her first club meeting, a senior kept smiling at her. She saw the president was still giving a speech, so she turned her head and asked the classmate next to her if the senior had slept with a crooked mouth since he kept smiling foolishly?

Just as she spoke, the president finished the presentation and was looking for the video file to play; it was so silent that a pin drop could be heard, not to mention her loud voice. She quit the club group chat the next day, pretending not to know anyone.

In her sophomore year, a male classmate shyly tried to add her on QQ—can you believe it was a QQ number, not WeChat? She shuddered and sternly declined since her QQ space was full of crazy talk and ship pairings, protecting her anonymity.

Watching the three leaving, the Immortal Sect Leader sighed, "Why do kids today take so long to figure things out? How can a young girl not want to experience sweet love?"

"This is my turf, why are you here?" As they reached Cen Lizhui’s territory, he immediately barred an angry Lin Qing from entering, asserting his ownership.

Being a foodie at heart, once in the kitchen, Chen Muxue eyed the room filled with exotic treasures she’d never seen before, quickly forgetting about those two troublesome people, and transformed into the legendary herbalist, starting to taste everything.

"The Liuyun Sect is ultimately a secular sect, inevitably bogged down by worldly concerns. As the chief disciple of the Sixth Elder of Liuyun Sect, Lin Qing is deeply enmeshed in it, probably not as simple as he appears, not like a good person!"

A slightly luminescent pink petal was placed into her mouth, the sweet flavor instantly filling her palate; Cen Lizhui watched Chen Muxue, his eyes slightly misty, adding an inexplicable touch of sorrow. Coupled with his delicate and clear-cut features, who could possibly resist?

Chen Muxue, stammering, made a bowl of rice wine dumplings with some unknown flower juice. The pink flowers looked much like peach blossoms, but their numerous overlapping petals were far prettier than peach blossoms, carrying a distinct fresh sweetness. The bowl of rice wine dumplings satisfied Chen Muxue immensely.

After soaking in the Spiritual Spring, Chen Muxue took a roasted sweet potato outside to relax, only for Lin Qing to show up like a stray dog catching a whiff of scent.

"Do you think Cen Lizhui’s acting a bit off lately?" Lin Qing asked right away.

Chen Muxue double-checked that she was still Chen Muxue—wasn’t she supposed to be the villain? Oh right, none of them were actual significant roles; it’s normal if their eyes were blind... ahem?

She took a bite of the sweet potato, the honey-like roasted skin melting warmly and sweetly in her mouth, "Not bad, I just ate three bowls of dumplings, that’s a normal meal."