Hoshino let out a deafening howl and ran towards them: "Aaaaaah, all the meat is gone! I'm going to bite you to death! Aaaaaah!"

He opened his mouth, about to spew out a mouthful of dragon fire.

Luckily, Zhao Xi was standing nearby and grabbed him, pressing her hand against his forehead to stop him in time: "After I deal with them, I'll redo it for you. You stay out of the way."

The little dragon huffed and puffed as it retreated to the side: "Yes! Headmistress, wash them! Wash them!"

"Whoa, how are you going to 'wash' us?"

The three cultivators mocked Hoshino's childlike voice.

This is definitely not because they are cute, but because the young demon beasts have low cultivation levels and are easy targets to bully.

Zhao Xi turned around, her almond-shaped eyes, illuminated by the spirit stone lamp, filled with disdain.

They were just three troublemakers.

They'll come looking for you; most likely, they haven't heard about Luo Haiqing's defeat yet.

Since that old man is too proud to talk, let's teach these guys a lesson so that the entire Five Spirits Sect knows that the Hundred Beast Garden has risen again and that no one can bully them!

She took out a large iron spoon from her spatial ring and walked up to the three of them expressionlessly.

The three men exchanged glances and burst into arrogant laughter: "This mortal is carrying a giant iron ladle?"

"I can easily turn these ordinary kitchen utensils into scrap metal with just a casual dig..."

Zhao Xi raised her hand to swing it: "Thump—"

The large iron spoon didn't bend, catching the Foundation Establishment cultivator off guard and leaving him momentarily stunned.

"Who...who are you? Why can't you even...ow!"

Then he felt the pain, squatted down, and held his head.

"Thump—"

"Mercy, true immortal!"

"Thump—"

"Ouch!" The cultivator howled in pain.

The three men squatted on the ground, each clutching their heads, their foreheads immediately bulging, and they grimaced in pain.

"Heh, is it because you've been cultivating immortality for so many years that this is the first time you've been injured by a mortal weapon, and you're feeling quite surprised?" Zhao Xi wanted to sneer. "You're laughing all the way to the bank, family. This isn't even a weapon; it's just the big soup ladle I use to cook for multiple people! Come and dig it up, here, take it and dig it up."

Someone was eager to try, probably wanting to reach out and dig.

Another punched him hard, warning, "Are you out of your mind?"

One of them cautiously glanced up at Zhao Xixiang and said to the other two, "The rumors of Elder Luo's defeat are true. She is that True Immortal!"

"True Immortal, I was blind and did not recognize your greatness, I have offended you!"

"No wonder there's not a trace of spiritual energy on a True Immortal. Only a cultivator at such a high level as a True Immortal could do that. I've truly broadened my horizons today."

Outside the gate, many cultivators used magical artifacts to spy on the fight from a distance.

In this world, the strong are always right. Fights and brawls among cultivators are common, and it's not uncommon for them to die violently in the streets.

This Seven Star Town is supposed to be the territory of the Five Spirits Sect, so there should be many fellow disciples who have seen it, but at this moment no one dares to step forward.

Zhao Xi slapped the spoon into her palm, snorted, frowned as she glanced at the messy room, and smiled faintly: "These pieces of furniture are my personal collection, and you've ruined them. How do you plan to compensate me?"

Hoshino was furious, her little voice booming: "And there's stir-fried meat! It's hot, freshly made! There's no more to eat!"

The girl's voice was melodious and pleasant to listen to; her sweet, childlike voice, though fierce, was undeniably adorable.

Even with such a sound, the three of them trembled with fear.

They took off their waist pouches and rings, handing over all their personal belongings.

"True Immortal, these are all the treasures I have saved up. Please accept them with a smile!"

Zhao Xi didn't stand on ceremony with them, putting all the items into her ring, and then said, "I don't even care about Luo Haiqing's things, and you think you can redeem your lives with this little bit of stuff?"

The three men kowtowed repeatedly, wailing and begging for mercy.

Zhao Xi snorted, "I'm here to find a trainer for the Beast Park. Since you're familiar with Seven Star Town, you should spread the word about this tomorrow. I'll wait for the trainer in the teahouse. If no one comes to interview me... hmph..."

Her bright eyes swept over the three of them, then she paused deliberately, raising a meaningful smile.

The three exchanged a knowing glance, each understanding the other's strategy from their eyes.

Although I was very scared, the bump on my forehead was just a bump, not some kind of spiritual magic that could destroy a person's spiritual roots.

They were seasoned veterans of the immortal realm, having seen many illusions.

Whether he is a true immortal or not still needs to be determined by the sect leader and elders.

Moreover, although the Hundred Beasts Garden is a sect, no one really treats it as such. For a long time, it has been unilaterally suppressed and exploited by the Five Spirits Sect.

They need to tell the sect leader and elders about this.

If they can't find out the woman's true background tonight, they can parade her through the streets with drums and gongs tomorrow.

They cried their eyes out, tears and snot streaming down their faces, and kowtowed repeatedly, promising that they would definitely complete the task she had entrusted to them, while secretly plotting their own schemes.

Zhao Xi thought that even if he was incredibly powerful, he wouldn't have thought of this. He shouted, "Get out!" and the three of them scrambled out of the room and flew away on their magical artifacts.

After they left, Zhao Xi wanted to squat in the ruins.

"Tsk tsk, what a mess, the green vine chair I just finished is now broken."

Hoshino quietly squatted down, using her gloved paws to rummage through the vegetables on the ground, her lips pouting so much they could hang a kettle: "Food...crying...hungry..."

What a pity!

The food the headmistress made is now inedible.

Could he secretly pick it up and eat it?

He used his little paws to pick up a piece of bread, dipped it in the sauce on the ground, and was about to put it in his mouth.

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