Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok! Chapter 93: Please Show Your Invitation

Chen Muxue had no idea how many eyes were watching them in the shadows that night.

However, she thought as long as the culinary competition ended, she would imdiately take the children back to the Qian Ding Sect, so she didn’t pay much attention to those watching from the shadows.

Besides the Liuyun Sect, the matter of Xiaohua shouldn’t attract much attention; those watching from the shadows were more likely focused on the Heavenly Heart Begonia given to her by the Fei Xing Sect.

She also heard about the Spirit dicine Exhibition, and most of the cultivators coming to Qingshan County were looking for spiritual dicine, and indeed, the Heavenly Heart Begonia caught the eye, with quite a few also eyeing Cen Lizhui’s Life Fruit.

But most had seen how she used Heavenly Thunder to directly incinerate a cultivator that day, so they were still observing.

Early this morning, the cultivators were in high spirits. It was surprising that the Spirit dicine Exhibition and the culinary competition were held on the sa day. Chen Muxue felt slightly relieved, as this would an much less attention on her.

It would be best if she could quietly slip away with ten thousand taels, and when the cultivators realized it, she would be long gone.

Yet Zhui Li was already a bit nervous early in the morning; it was unclear if this was his nature or if he lacked confidence in his pizza.

If it were the latter, Chen Muxue snorted, she might have to give him a big red envelope with her frying pan.

"Here so early?" Chen Muxue was being pulled by Cen Lizhui, and for so reason, the words "sneaky" ca to mind.

But... she glanced at the group of children following behind like playing a ga of Eagle and Chicks and brushed those words aside.

Cen Lizhui seed a bit guilty: "Coming early ensures a good spot, haha!"

They need to get into the grounds quickly before the cultivators arrive!

He thought he was being secretive, but when he inadvertently looked back, he fell silent.

When did these four children start following?

Such a long trail!

Facing the strange looks from passersby, Cen Lizhui helplessly covered his face and silently scread.

He thought he and Chen Muxue were stealthily and secretly infiltrating!

How could Chen Muxue dare to leave the children alone at the inn? In the eyes of those cultivators, two Qi Cultivation Stage children were less significant than green onions, let alone Changgui, who hadn’t yet developed a Spirit Root, and the conspicuous Xiaohua, who had just been detoxified.

After feeling wordless, Cen Lizhui felt a bit pained about the talismans he had set up in the two rooms at the inn, which were drawn by the old man Sect Leader himself, and even he was reluctant to use them!

Sigh, forget it.

Cen Lizhui sighed deeply, no longer sneaking around, but rather resud his original posture, leading this group from Qian Ding Sect with their radish heads toward the main gate.

"Which sect are you from?" The servant at the door, holding a registry book, imdiately stepped forward to ask when he saw people approaching.

"Why ask about the sect?" Chen Muxue’s eyes filled with suspicion.

Cen Lizhui laughed awkwardly: "Haha! Maybe, possibly, perhaps, the sects have good benefits!"

He madly signaled the servant with his eyes.

"Did sothing get into the guest’s eye?" the servant asked cautiously.

Silence was Cen Lizhui’s native language.

"We are from the Qian Ding Sect." Chen Muxue gave Cen Lizhui a suspicious glance and simply spoke.

Only to see the servant flip through the pages from front to back and back to front, his expression gradually becoming troubled: "Could you present your invitation?"

Chen Muxue shrugged and was about to take out the culinary competition invitation when Cen Lizhui imdiately stopped her: "Take another careful look, Qian Ding Sect, Qian as in heaven and earth, Ding as in steadily assured."

What was that Huo Family boy doing? The invitation was written by him, so why wasn’t it in the registry? Cen Lizhui’s forced smile now ca with a bulging vein.

"If you don’t have an invitation, just say so, shall I take you in?" Shen Yao appeared out of nowhere, raising her eyebrows at Chen Muxue.