Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 385

Under siege by a group of palace maids and eunuchs, Cen Lizhui carried Chen Muxue and led two others into a place that seemed desolate.

"Jingqi Pavilion... sounds like a nice place, why does it look so dilapidated?" Lin Qing said, noticing a piece of torn white silk swaying in the wind on a leafless tree, he shivered and swallowed.

Could this be the legendary place where some concubines died with hatred, causing supernatural disturbances?

Chu Wuyi seemed a bit resigned: "Jingqi Pavilion is often referred to as the Cold Palace by common people. Everyone knows of its existence, but rarely is it directly named ’Cold Palace’."

"Oh~" Lin Qing looked as if he suddenly realized something, but inside he felt even more frightened. Cold Palace, wouldn’t that mean many concubines died with grudge here? Isn’t this even scarier than before?

"Let’s hide for a while, wait until those people disperse, and then we’ll quietly slip out," Cen Lizhui was quite calm.

If the news that they got lost while walking leaked, none of them would have a future.

The Imperial Palace had restrictive barriers, the flight ban in the Capital City was easier to break, but the one within the palace was particularly strong, even Fei Ying had to climb over the wall to get in.

Otherwise, with the Liuyun Sect’s Sword Control Technique, wouldn’t this distance be covered in minutes? Why did Fei Ying arrive only after the fight was over?

Cen Lizhui walked straight inside, listened to the ambient sounds, chose an unoccupied room, went in, and found just a straw pile inside, with some pitifully damp firewood stacked in the corner, mushrooms growing on it.

But they were the kind of white stalks that would make you lie flat if eaten.

Cen Lizhui checked the dryness of the straw pile, confirmed it was somewhat dry, and patted it hard to ensure no rats were hiding in it, then cautiously placed Chen Muxue on the straw pile.

The other two watched his actions, clicking their tongues in wonder.

"Do you think these Immortal Sect Disciples can fall in love?" Lin Qing quietly joked with Chu Wuyi.

"Though it’s an Immortal Sect, they are not True Immortals. Moreover, there are so many stories of immortals falling in love with mortals, perhaps only Buddhists can truly forget love and desire." Chu Wuyi’s tone was impartial as he gave his objective assessment.

For some reason, Lin Qing felt uncomfortable hearing this, and he muttered: "You don’t know, even the Buddhist monks are a mess; there was some abbot before..."

As he was muttering, an ethereal singing voice suddenly floated by.

"Namo Amitabha!" Lin Qing exclaimed in surprise.

Cen Lizhui perked up his ears to listen for a moment, then said: "It’s a person, not some strange entity, stop overreacting."

Lin Qing rubbed his arms to calm the goosebumps, then said: "How do you know if this thing is human or ghost?!"

"I thought you didn’t believe in reincarnation?" Chu Wuyi slightly frowned, his memory was good enough, he shouldn’t be wrong.

Lin Qing replied: "Not believing in reincarnation has nothing to do with ghosts! It’s because without reincarnation, they linger forever!"

As he spoke, he backed toward the wall, as if the wall could provide him some security, yet unexpectedly, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by an icy hand!

"Spare my life, brave hero! No, fairy! I’ve done good deeds all my life, never harmed anyone!"