Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World Chapter 107: Mu Lingxi’s Personal Man Troubles

Tiancheng City.

Dragon's Ran House, a bustling ran joint.

Mu Lingxi sat on a stool.

*slurp* *slurp*

She was buried in a bowl of ran, using chopsticks to sweep noodles into her mouth and slurping down the broth whole. While others around her were also eating, most of the n had stopped when they noticed how Mu Lingxi gulped down her ran like it was water.

Suddenly, Shu Fu, the hefty elderly chef, erged from behind the counter and glanced at Mu Lingxi's gluttonous eating. "Eh, Grandmaster Mu, is everything alright?"

Mu Lingxi nodded, noodles still hanging from her mouth as she replied, "Yes, all good," before diving back into her al.

Stupid Yang Wei! He's really stressing out. It's hard to believe he's more fixated on won who can cook? I can't imagine that's his only criterion for a good wife. Maybe that's why he's so close to Lin'er, even letting her cook for him and worse... feed him.

Tch! As the elder sister, I should be the one who's good in the kitchen!

Shu Fu's eyebrow twitched as he observed her voracious appetite and the stunned expressions of the other patrons.

Every man looked at her with their mouths hung open.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Shu Fu asked again.

Mu Lingxi slurped up the last of her noodles, downed the broth, and slamd the bowl onto the counter with a satisfied exhale. She shot Shu Fu a slightly annoyed look and retorted, "What's with the interrogation? You should know by now I hate being interrupted when I'm eating."

Shu Fu hesitated, then explained, "It's just... I've never seen you eat this much before."

Mu Lingxi's temper flared, and she slamd her palm against the counter, shouting, "Are you calling fat?!"

The restaurant fell silent as everyone held their breath, ready to flee at any mont.

No one took the rage of a cultivator for granted.

The mont they heard "You dare?" or "Courting death?" they would imdiately exit the vicinity without much thought.

Since Tiancheng City was a popular hub for cultivators, denizens of the city learned to adapt quite imdiately. After all, if a cultivator were to kill anyone, the chances they'd be held accountable was substantially low.

Shu Fu backpedaled frantically, waving his hands. "No! No! No! I would never dare! You're the sexiest, most beautiful Grandmaster of the Dragon Blossom Sect!" he exclaid in a panic.

He was a married man, but he'd say any words to keep his wife from being a widow.

Mu Lingxi sighed and facepald. "I'm sorry," she muttered, "I've just been on edge lately."

Internally praying to the Heavens for protection, Shu Fu cautiously inquired, "Is that why you've been eating so much lately?" The line between asking this question and courting death was very slim, but that was the only way he could keep the conversation going.

The mont he asked, several people in the ran joint either stood up or started packing their ran to leave.

However, the reaction they mostly expected from Mu Lingxi wasn't what they got.

Surprisingly, she rely arched an eyebrow, "Really? I ate that much?"

Relieved, Shu Fu placed a hand over his heart and let out a sigh.

So the Heavens answers prayers after all...

Feeling more at ease, he gestured towards the towering stack of empty bowls beside her. "You've broken the Tiancheng City record for the fastest number of servings consud in an hour," he announced proudly.

Mu Lingxi glanced at the pile of bowls and mused, "I did?" She folded her arms, contemplating the feat.

Shu Fu confird, "Yes, you polished off 120 servings in less than an hour." Shortly after, he sprinkled confetti from a bucket under the counter and exclaid, "Congratulations!"

Right away, everyone in the ran joint began clapping for her. So whistled, and others drumd on the tables to celebrate her victory. When Mu Lingxi turned to look at them, she noticed sothing odd - she was the only woman present in the ran joint.

This is sowhat shaful...

She raised a hand to silence them and declared, "No need to praise for sothing so trivial."

The room fell silent, and Mu Lingxi nodded in approval.

"An elegant lady such as myself shouldn't be lauded for such unladylike behavior. It is very unbeco…"

But then she let out a heavy belch, a loud one that startled all the n in the joint.

At first, they thought it was a monster.

"That was the gnarliest burp I've ever heard..."

"Wow, who knew jade-like beauty could be so..."

"That was a nasty one! I love it!"

After her embarrassing belch, Mu Lingxi hurriedly covered her mouth, but it was too late. The n around erupted into applause and praise, celebrating her achievent. Fuming with anger and embarrassnt, Mu Lingxi stord out of the establishnt.

"Wait, you haven't collected your prize yet!" Shu Fu shouted from behind the counter.

Mu Lingxi ignored him and continued walking, but then Shu Fu ntioned, "It's a coupon for free 30 servings... and a plus one!"

Pausing abruptly, Mu Lingxi turned back and returned to snatch the coupon from Shu Fu's hand before resuming her departure.

"Hmph!"

That was all she uttered.

...

As she strolled through the streets of Tiancheng City, nothing caught Mu Lingxi's interest—not the pagodas nor the passersby; most of which dressed in an interesting fashion.

She let out a heavy sigh, finally noticing that evening had crept upon her. "Oh, it's getting dark already," she murmured, surprised at how ti had slipped away unnoticed. "Damn you, Yang Wei," she muttered under her breath, frustrated.

She made her way to a bench in the small park's open space and sat down.

With a dejected expression, she lowered her head and sighed once more. "He can be so stupid at tis," she lanted, her voice a bit dull.

As the hours passed, Mu Lingxi sat on the bench, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, she jolted back to reality.

"Hm?" she uttered, realizing it was now night.

Surrounded by darkness and nothing more; not even people, she sighed again, feeling the weight of her emotions pressing down on her.

Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees, cradling her chin in her palms.

"I don't know if I should keep chasing after him or just go back to the Sect..."

Then, from the shadowy corner of the park, a man's voice broke the silence.

His voice was calm, smoothe, like an angel's.

"Why waste your ti on such an incompetent man?" he questioned.

Mu Lingxi, lost in her thoughts, absentmindedly replied, "I don't know... Maybe I like him more than I realize."

The man in white garnts walked forward, stepping into the moonlight. His voice softened, "It hurts to hear you say that, my beautiful wife..."