Zhao Xi thought it was simply unbearable to look at.

Isn't Ling Mu a bit too foolish? It seems like he's really lost his mind. Anyone with a modicum of intelligence would conserve their strength and plan for the long term.

This is the territory of the Hundred Beasts Garden. Offending her will bring no benefit, and confronting such a powerful little wind fairy head-on will be even less advantageous.

Or does she really think that her status as a relative of the senior brother is useful?

Before she could finish speaking, a series of wind blades struck her body, continuing endlessly.

But the little fairy just flicked her fingers.

She approached Zhao Xixiang, ignoring the screaming demon cultivator at her feet, and leaned closer to look at her.

She looked very carefully at Zhao Xixiang's face and eyes.

Zhao Xi took a step back uncomfortably: "What is Master Shanshan doing?"

"Your name is Zhao Xixiang?"

"Um."

"I have plenty of ingredients, you can cook."

"..."

It was somewhat unexpected, yet also quite reasonable.

Who told Zhao Xi to spread her reputation for good cooking skills?

The mansion has a kitchen, but it hasn't been used for a long time.

When Shan Shan was with Feng Xiaoyaojing, she didn't learn Zhao Xi's method of purifying the spiritual energy of ingredients. Worried about ingesting impurities, she mostly fasted and didn't eat. Occasionally, she would boil spiritual spring water in a large pot to make a kind of immortal spirit wine for her master.

Zhao Xi was too lazy to wash the pots and stove, so she took out cooking utensils from her ring and stir-fried a few dishes according to the types of beast meat and spiritual plants.

A fragrant aroma wafted out.

"Hey, why are you so quiet?" Zhao Xi wanted to say something to the little mermaid above her head, but after a while she didn't get a reply, so she touched her head.

Where has the little toad gone?