"Sect Master?"
Chen Muxue looked left and right. No matter how she looked, there were only three boys in the courtyard.
"Where is he hiding?" Chen Muxue had one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. The wok looked like a meteor hammer.
"Who?" Dagui looked around.
Xiaohu immediately became alert. "Who's hiding?"
"The person who hurt you!" As Chen Muxue spoke, she realized that Xiaohu did not look like he was injured at all. She frowned and walked forward, circling Xiaohu for a long time.
Just as Xiaohu was getting goosebumps, Chen Muxue patted his shoulder. "Good boy. You actually have a spiritual root!"
Although it was only the lowest-grade fire spiritual root, with a spiritual root, one could more or less step into the threshold of immortal cultivation.
Well, one toe was considered stepping in.
"I don't know what's going on either." Xiaohu's eyes flickered as he looked at Chen Muxue. "Ever since the sect master's cooking became more delicious, I've been feeling some changes in my body every day."
Earlier, he couldn't help himself and ate the steamed bun left by the sect master at noon. After eating it, it was like he just let out a super big fart.
After hearing Xiaohu's explanation, Dafu scratched his head. "Aiya! I should have known! I would have let Dagui explain it!"
Fortunately, Dafu's face was dark, and it was not obvious even if he was red.
Chen Muxue was silent. She recalled the fluctuation of spiritual energy when she advanced. It was indeed a little shaky.
"Sect Master, does that mean I can cultivate now?" Xiaohu clenched his fists in excitement.
"Yup." Chen Muxue smiled and patted Xiaohu's head. As she laughed, the words "kind smile" popped up in her mind, and she immediately stopped smiling.
F*ck, she was only in her twenties!
Xiaohu was so excited that his face turned red. He could also cultivate! The sect master was no longer the only one carrying the responsibility of the Heavenly Cauldron Sect. He could also share the burden with the sect master!
Dagui looked at Chen Muxue's hand that was stroking Xiaohu's head and secretly pouted.
Cen Li, who was watching in hiding, did not know what kind of expression he should make. He had always been good at controlling himself, but at this moment, his heart was in turmoil!
In the entire world, up until now, there was no way to make people who originally did not have spiritual roots possess spiritual roots!
How many children born in sects were sent back to their homes the moment they were born because they didn't have spiritual roots? If they were born in a heartless sect, they would be abandoned or even be killed as soon as they took their first breath!
Even the children of some elders or sect masters had disappeared because they did not have spiritual roots. No one knew where they had gone. How much hope had they carried before they were born? How much condemnation they had to bear after they were born?
And as long as one had a spiritual root, even if it was the lowest grade, then one could use all kinds of medicinal pills and human strength to cleanse the marrow. Although the process was extremely painful, it was still a way to improve oneself.
Cen Li's gaze on Chen Muxue became complicated. If the world were to know that she, or the wok in her hands, had such an effect, there would probably be a storm of blood.
As the person involved, Chen Muxue was completely unaware of this. She only felt that this wok was too fierce. 'I love it! I love it!'
The wok also buzzed as if it was asking for praise.
Later, Chen Muxue brought Xiaohu to the pitifully small library of the Heavenly Cauldron Sect and piled up almost all the books in front of him.
"Here, this is our sect's cultivation manual. This is, uh, the basic cultivation of an alchemist, the aftercare of the alchemy furnace, basic cultivation, cultivation theory, and skills."
Xiaohu looked at her as she read the covers of each book. He hesitated. "Sect Master, have you read these books?"
"What do you think of your sect master?! Is this how you think of me?!" Chen Muxue was in disbelief.
Xiaohu quickly waved his hands. "No, no, no."
Chen Muxue snorted in her heart. Of course, she had never seen these books before. But her body had seen it before, so it still counted as her reading them!
Before she transmigrated, the original owner read these books every day. Didn't he see that the books were all curly?
"Everything about cultivation is written in those books, so read them yourself!" Chen Muxue did not wait for Xiaohu to speak and quickly ran out. She even very considerately closed the door of the study.
'It's too dangerous. What if Xiaohu asks? I have never cultivated before, so how would I know?'
Chen Muxue hummed a song as she prepared to go back and take a nap. She had a vague feeling that she had forgotten something, but she could not recall it after three seconds, so she threw it to the back of her mind.
In the kitchen, Xiaohua waited for a long time, but she didn't hear any movement. However, since the sect master hadn't returned, she wouldn't do anything.
The closed kitchen was a little dark. Xiaohua didn't like dark places, so she squatted in the window and watched the ants move the food.
A group of ants brought a shiny bead out of nowhere. The purple bead, which was the size of a fingernail, shimmered in the sun and instantly attracted Xiaohua's attention.
"Little ant, I don't think you can eat this. Let's exchange it with something else." Xiaohua said in a soft voice, took out half a steamed bun from her arms, and broke off a small piece.
Chen Muxue's steamed bun was too big, so Xiaohua couldn't finish it.
Surprisingly, the ants seemed to understand what Xiaohua said. They let go of the bead and surrounded her hand, as if they were waiting for her to put down the steamed bun.
After gently putting down the steamed bun, Xiaohua picked up the purple bead and looked at it carefully. She could vaguely see a gas-like thing swirling around inside.
"It's so beautiful!" Xiaohua used the corner of her clothes to wipe the bead and put it away.
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After sleeping for more than two hours, Chen Muxue finally remembered what she had forgotten in her dream. She sat up in shock, looked at the sky, and quickly ran to the kitchen.
The sky was already dark, and the kitchen was pitch black.
After opening the kitchen door, Chen Muxue called out to Xiaohua as she lit the oil lamp.
"Sect Master! I thought the sect master had fallen asleep too."
Chen Muxue felt an impact on her legs. Xiaohua hugged her legs tightly, and her small shoulders were shaking.
She was indeed asleep, but "sleeping" had another meaning to Xiaohua.
Chen Muxue consoled her. "Don't worry, Xiaohua. I will always be here. Don't be afraid."
Xiaohua raised her head. Her face was wet. Chen Muxue saw a puddle of water on her skirt and knew that she had cried.
What exactly did a four or five-year-old girl go through to be able to stay in her room quietly and cry in secret?
She realized that the little girl in front of her was a living person, not a supporting character that could be described in a few words in the original work.
"Alright! Come, Xiaohua, let's make something delicious!" Chen Muxue rolled up her sleeves and easily lifted the large vat that was about the same height as her, filtering the water inside.
With her magical little finger, there was no need to boil water in the pot. It was directly boiled.
She put the starch water that had just been sifted out on a long and wide shallow plate that had been brushed with oil, then steamed it in the pot for about a minute. After removing the mold, she cut it into strips, and the sweet potato vermicelli was done.
Chen Muxue nodded her head in satisfaction. A small restaurant? I'll let you see the power of a roadside stall!