MTL - Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok!-Chapter 7

  Chapter 7

   A broken pot?

  Chen Muxue could bear it, but the pot behind her couldn't. Before everyone could react, the iron pot flew up by itself!

   Just hear a "bang", does it sound good? What sounds good is a good head.

  Shen Yao clutched her forehead in disbelief, a big bump protruded out quickly.

"you!"

  Shen Yao couldn't bear it anymore, she drew out her saber, and started with Liuyun Eighteen Styles, which is the swordsmanship that Liuyunzong is proud of!

   "唰唰唰唰", swords and shadows intertwine, strong winds blow up, Liuyun's swordsmanship is fierce, and the strongest can stir up the wind and clouds with just the sword energy!

  Of course, Shen Yao is not that strong yet, Chen Muxue can see that she has just formed alchemy not long ago, but at this age, she can indeed be regarded as the favored child of heaven.

  Shen Yao danced the sword flower, and her sword energy swept over like a gust of wind. After the sword energy, it was her own fierce sword!

  Chen Muxue held the iron pot to imitate Captain America's shield, and the sword energy was easily dispelled the moment it touched the iron pot.

   After silently moving away from the stall, the stall owner looked up and saw this scene, a bit of surprise flashed in his eyes: he didn't realize that this ordinary iron pot was actually such a powerful magic weapon!

  Shen Yao obviously didn't expect that as a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, the sword energy she shot could be easily dispelled by a sixth-level foundation-builder with an iron pot.

  She thought that it would be quite easy for her to deal with a sixth-level Foundation Establishment person, so she didn't hold back the slightest bit of this sword, and wanted to win with one move.

  Therefore, it is too late to withdraw the sword at this time! Shen Yao pierced the center of the iron pot with a sword, and only heard a "Hang—", everyone present was shocked!

  Shen Yao's sword was broken!

  The sword shattered suddenly, and Shen Yao fell to the ground by inertia. She looked at the broken iron in front of her in disbelief:

   "This... this is a middle-grade magic weapon! I only bought five thousand spirit stones from other cultivators..."

  Chen Muxue didn't expect the domineering scene just now, so she solved it so easily. She poked her head out from behind the iron pot:

   "How much silver is five thousand spirit stones?"

  The stall owner on the side smiled and said: "Five thousand spirit stones are worth about half a million taels of silver, but there is no market for the price, and no one will exchange spirit stones for silver."

  Chen Muxue did some calculations. She learned at the grain store just now that a bucket of rice is only sold for one hundred Wen, one thousand Wen is one tael, and five hundred thousand taels...

  She seemed to see a mountain of grain.

  500,000 taels of silver for such a broken sword? ! Chen Muxue hates the rich!

   "Girl, you probably bought a fake product!" Seeing that Shen Yao had no intention of fighting again, Chen Muxue put the blame on her back again.

  Shen Yao trembled with anger: "What do you know, a sixth-level foundation-building trash?!"

   Tsk, Chen Muxue frowned.

  She stretched out her little finger at Shen Yao, and then gave her a squirt of water, just like playing with a water gun when she was a child.

   Not very aggressive, but extremely insulting.

   "Sister, I'm not talking nonsense, believe it or not, you can't compare to my little finger?"

   "You... you wait for me!"

   You could almost see smoke coming from her head, the anger in Shen Yao's eyes was undisguised, she stood up abruptly, stretched out her hand and made a move—

  The remaining sword hilt on the ground moved slightly.

   "You use royal swords, don't you have spare swords?"

  Shen Yao's face, which was already flushed with anger, turned red to the point of bleeding.

   "Huh!" After stomping her foot, Shen Yao turned and left in embarrassment.

   "Master, you are amazing!"

  As soon as Chen Muxue lowered her head, she was almost blinded by two pairs of star eyes.

  She nodded approvingly, isn't that right? But it broke her badly.

  Patting the pot behind her with satisfaction, she was going to buy vegetables and food.

   "Wait a minute, girl, you really don't need life fruit?" The stall owner on the side moved his stall back at some point.

  Chen Muxue frowned slightly. Seeing this, the stall owner added: "Just now I was joking when I said I would trade your pot. I just don't want to sell it to her."

   "Buying and selling is what you want and I want. Since you have things you don't want to sell, I naturally have things you don't want to buy."

   Having said that, this stall owner is abnormal no matter how he looks at it, and the fate fruit he sells is obviously not normal.

  The stall owner chuckled: "That's true... But, may I ask, where is your iron pot?"

  When he easily dispelled the sword wind just now, he just thought it was a defensive magic weapon, but when it was able to explode a middle-grade magic weapon at will, he knew he was mistaken.

   Could it be that there is such a magic weapon as an iron pot in the world?

  The legendary artifact was the magic weapon used by the gods in the prehistoric period. He really couldn't imagine what kind of **** would use a pot as a magic weapon.

  Chen Muxue was a little strange: "It's just a pot, I use it for cooking."

   "Fried...stir-fried vegetables?!" The stall owner obviously didn't believe it, "Don't fool me, girl, as a practitioner, how can you indulge your appetite?"

  Chen Muxue rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously: "Eating and sleeping are important things in life, what is the pursuit of immortality? Isn't it freedom and carefree? If you have to give up even the hobby of eating, then why cultivate it!"

  After she finished her speech in a high-spirited manner, she waved her hand and left. As soon as she took two steps, she let out a long breath.

  She has just transmigrated, and she doesn't know what cultivation is like. She advanced to the first level after eating a meal. God knows how guilty she was when she said that just now.

  We haven't practiced before, so we don't know!

  She didn't notice the adoring eyes of Xiaohua and Xiaohu when they looked at her just now.

  Chen Muxue wanted to ask passers-by where there is a medical clinic, only to find out that because of Shen Yao's exit just now, many passers-by hid, and some shops even closed the doors directly.

   Now I feel that it has stopped, and people come out one after another.

  Chen Muxue, who was concentrating on business, didn't notice that the stall owner just closed the stall quickly, changed into another inconspicuous outfit, and quietly followed her.

   Cen Lizhui didn't have any malicious intentions, he was just too curious. As far as he knew, Qiandingmen was just a small sect that was about to collapse, and even the magic weapon of Qiankunding was only top-grade.

  If someone had told him before that the head of the Qianding Sect possessed a unique and top-level magic weapon that could not easily be discerned, he would only think that the other party was talking nonsense.

  But now, he saw it with his own eyes!

  Even he can’t see the magic weapon of the grade, it is very likely to be a divine weapon, but the question is, how can the Qiandingmen have a divine weapon?

   You know, the artifacts born today can be counted on one hand!

   Moreover, it is such a cultivator who has a mysterious magic weapon at will. Only the middle-grade water spirit root can build the sixth level of foundation!

   Not to mention that such a cultivator with little talent is actually reluctant to cut off his mouth and loves to eat!

  She even went to buy meat and vegetables! Also ordered so much food? ! God, when is she going to fall? !

  Cen Li chased his heart and shouted that he was reckless, how delicious can those meals be? Nothing more than that!

  It is worth mentioning that in this world, there are immortal cultivators, and those cultivators advocate cutting off common customs, and those cultivators are often upper-class people, and people pursue them, so people who pay attention to eating and drinking are not the mainstream.

  (end of this chapter)