Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 525

At the junction, there was a breach, and evidently, quite a few cultivators were already in battle formation there. Near the city walls, medical tents were set up, indicating there were many injured.

"Xiao Feng had already launched an attack earlier, but under the leadership of the Immortal Supervision Bureau, we held off and did not let the Demon Clan succeed."

A cultivator explained to the newly arrived group of Chen Muxue.

Chen Muxue’s mind had calmed down, as if another consciousness sensed her presence and dared not disturb her easily.

However, before the group could settle down, there was movement on the other side.

A massive surge of black qi swept upward, followed by a blazing flame piercing through the sky. In the midst of the purple-red raging fire, there appeared a somewhat sinister Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng seemed to sense something, his gaze instantly locking onto Chen Muxue. He smirked, "Chen Muxue, you ultimately came."

Everyone’s attention was focused on Chen Muxue, all wanting to see exactly what was about her that made this formidable enemy so obsessed.

Cen Lizhui, as always, stepped forward, blocking most of the views. He appeared calm and composed, dressed in an Immortal Sect disciple’s exclusive moon-white robe, the cloud patterns woven in silver thread shimmering with the light of spiritual energy. With the gentle breeze, he carried an air of an immortal.

If it weren’t for his restless hand behind him making various small gestures at Chen Muxue, she might have thought that the Cen Lizhui from the Immortal Sect those few days had been taken over by someone else.

"Heh, I, Xiao Feng, always keep my word. Since you’ve brought Chen Muxue to offer me, I will suspend the war between the human and demon realms."

Xiao Feng’s tone was incredibly arrogant. No one knew how he suddenly became so powerful. Chen Muxue vaguely felt the terrifying aura around him, sending chills down one’s spine.

Quite a few cultivators looked toward the people from the Immortal Supervision Bureau, then glanced at Chen Muxue, as if her visit was truly for the sake of sacrificing herself.

"Miss Chen, for the sake of the great path of the world, your heroic sacrifice will surely become a treasured story, leaving a lasting legacy!"

Chen Muxue scoffed at this, "Truly, the more you compare treatment, the narrower your mind becomes, and the more you talk about sacrifice, the higher your realm apparently is. With such a good opportunity to leave a lasting legacy, why don’t you just jump down from there right now, self-destructing with your lifetime’s cultivation and spirit? You might as well blow up a small building in the Demon Realm, and I’ll surely beat the drum for your contribution."

"You!!"

"So, Miss Chen, you didn’t come here this time in response to Xiao Feng’s terms, did you?"

Before Chen Muxue could respond, Cen Lizhui couldn’t help but frown, "What do you mean? Are you implying that so many of us cultivators should submit to someone who has fallen into the demon path? What sect do you belong to?"

"This... well, asking about sects, aren’t we all one family of cultivators..." The cultivator who spoke blushed slightly, clearly aware of his own weakness.

"Sect and name, I’ll do a divination for your next century’s romantic luck, and I promise I won’t blackmail you to your sect leader or anything like that." Cen Lizhui said with a straight face.

"Stop talking nonsense, just look at Chen Muxue this time, she’s definitely here to utterly defeat that Xiao Feng and the entire Demon Clan." A familiar voice said with a sarcastic tone.

Chen Muxue looked intently—

She blinked, and then looked again—

After watching for a long time, the woman’s forehead veins bulged: "If you don’t remember who I am, stop staring!"

"That’s Shen Yao. Initially, in the small town at the foot of the mountain, both of us got on your case one after the other. You actually don’t hold a grudge?" Lin Qing cleared his throat.

"Oh, oh, oh, Shen Yao, I remember, I remember. I do hold a grudge. I’ve even kept it recorded in my little notebook!" Chen Muxue awkwardly laughed while scratching her head.

"Where’s the little notebook?"

"Forgot where I put it."