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

Chapter 238



Chapter 238

The Huo Family warehouse, Little Flower tugged on Chen Muxue’s clothes, curiously looking around while biting her fingers.

Changgui walked at the front, stopping occasionally to look at the medicinal herbs on the shelves, while Chen Muxue walked behind with her hands behind her back, trying to mimic a leader’s gait as if she were a supervising authority.

In reality, she was only observing Changgui’s reactions, pretending to glance at these materials she hardly recognized, occasionally nodding as if she understood.

"These are just basic materials. More valuable ones require stricter preservation methods. When we enter the inner warehouse later, there can’t be so many people," Huo Lian said, lifting the grasping Little Flower and placing her back beside Chen Muxue.

Cen Lizhui crossed his arms, seemingly uninterested in the surrounding materials: "You have another warehouse, don’t you?"

Huo Lian paused a bit, then smiled: "The warehouse for finished Elixirs has even stricter supervision. Even I can’t take so many people in at once."

"In the end, Qian Ding Sect still has to refine them on their own, right? You know, a small part of this is for the Black Cat, but a large part is for the Crown Prince, isn’t it?" Cen Lizhui was a bit displeased.

Having been by Chen Muxue’s side for so long, he understood her capabilities. She could refine Elixirs in ways cultivators had never thought of—like cooking—using only the corresponding functional materials, even if it was just one kind of material.

However, she didn’t recognize these materials well, let alone their functions.

As for Changgui, the little kid indeed had remarkable talent, but he’s only been learning for so long. Honestly, there wasn’t much confidence in him.

His talent wasn’t complete; without Little Tiger, the "battle-hardened" fire-stoking elder brother, Changgui wouldn’t have been so smooth on his own.

Little Flower put back the medicinal herbs she grabbed earlier, but secretly hid a piece in her palm. Hearing Cen Lizhui’s words, she tugged at Chen Muxue’s clothes, puzzled: "Who is the Crown Prince? Weren’t we here to save Maomao?"

"The Crown Prince is the Emperor’s most favored son at the moment, likely to become the Emperor in the future. You know the Emperor, right?"

Little Flower tilted her head.

Chen Muxue hesitated for a moment: "The Emperor is like the King, and the Crown Prince is like the Prince."

"Then doesn’t Little Flower need a kiss from the Crown Prince to do it!" Little Flower’s face was filled with shock, "Is Crown Prince brother handsome?"

Alright, she hasn’t even seen the person yet and is already calling him brother.

Uncle Huo Lian was feeling quite unsettled inside.

But, why does she need a kiss from the Crown Prince to do it?

Chen Muxue decided to remove the Disney Princess series from bedtime stories and instead tell stories of Balala the Little Magic Fairy, hoping to change Little Flower’s dreams from becoming a princess to becoming a little magic fairy.

However, in this Immortal Cultivation World, becoming a little magic fairy seems quite doable?

Hmm, the word ’magic’ doesn’t have good connotations, never mind, next time it’s straight to Journey to the West!

But, thinking about Little Flower’s abilities, after listening, won’t she really go find a monkey and a pig together? Quite likely!

Chen Muxue fell into deep thought.

Seeing the Sect Leader start pondering and ignoring her, Little Flower sneaked a glance at her hand, a pitch-black shiny scale sticking to her palm. It seemed to be hidden among the materials she had casually grabbed earlier.

She tried to peel it off, but just before she could, Chen Muxue was suddenly pulled.

"What are you thinking about? Let’s go, it’s time to go to the inner warehouse."

Chen Muxue subconsciously reached out to hold Little Flower’s hand, thinking, inner warehouse? Ugh, can’t they come up with better names?


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