Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 388: Restriction

It seems that the very strange person before, while using Miss Chen’s body, was not actually Miss Chen herself.

This also makes sense, as Miss Chen herself has just reached the Nascent Soul Stage, far from possessing such formidable strength as that person.

However, looking at it this way, it seems a bit like... possession by a ghost?!

Lin Qing immediately thought of Chen Muxue’s icy hand and shivered.

Is Miss Chen now a human or a ghost?! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

No, how could Miss Chen be anything but human? Ghosts can’t have... thinking of this, the words "Ghost Cultivator" popped into Lin Qing’s mind once more. Was it because the weather had turned cold? Lin Qing often felt a chill lately.

On the other side, Cen Lizhui, using the exceptional hearing and identification abilities of a cultivator, followed the seemingly elusive singing to a room in the Cold Palace.

In the Cold Palace, there is almost no distinction between main and side halls anymore; all the rooms are so dilapidated that, with so many doors and windows, it is impossible to assemble an intact sheet of window paper.

In such an exposed environment, Cen Lizhui could already imagine how many people would freeze to death in the truly "cold" palace during the winter.

No wonder it is so desolate and sparsely populated. No matter how many concubines are sent to the Cold Palace, most of them are young ladies who have grown up in luxury; how could they survive the winter in such conditions?

It might as well be called a temporary death row than a Cold Palace.

Cen Lizhui looked through the tattered door and vaguely saw a figure inside, swaying, seemingly holding something in their arms.

Suddenly, the figure disappeared, and Cen Lizhui rubbed his eyes and looked through the hole again, only to meet a bloodshot eye, which frightened him into retreating two steps abruptly.

The door began to rattle, "bang bang," as if the person inside was trying to come out, making "ah ah" sounds like a mute.

Impossible to be mute! Wasn’t she singing just now? Cen Lizhui was sure he hadn’t found the wrong place.

The door, despite its dilapidated, tottering appearance, did not collapse, and after a while, the woman seemed to give up, and everything returned to calm.

Through the cracks and holes in the door, Cen Lizhui could vaguely see the woman wrapped in messy clothes, bundling herself into a ball, holding some furry thing in her arms.

He continued to look, only to see that the furry thing had a shriveled tail hanging down.

The faded fur indicated that it once was vivid red like the evening glow; it was a dried-up fox tail.

The situation was becoming increasingly eerie. Cen Lizhui didn’t see a lock on the outside, so he stepped forward and attempted to pull the door, only to be repelled by a force as soon as he touched it.

A barrier?!

Cen Lizhui was even more surprised; what kind of person needs to be confined in the Cold Palace with a barrier? If it were a cultivator, they should be detained in the Heavenly Prison they had visited before; if it were a concubine, why employ a barrier?

Cen Lizhui walked around the room twice, trying to find a way to break the barrier, only to discover that this barrier was more professional than he had imagined...

It seemed determined to keep this person confined until death, perhaps by embedding a deeply buried formation and then building a room, only slightly inferior to the Imperial Palace’s own barriers, so it could be considered a top-tier barrier.

Unfortunately, he was not a specialist in this area. If Uncle Yun Chi were here, he might be able to attempt breaking it.

Just as he was about to give up, the woman suddenly started singing again, causing Cen Lizhui to frown deeply.