Just as the magic weapon was about to be teleported there.
A drop of water suddenly condensed and entered the snail's eye.
A very faint sound of a glass bead breaking.
The spiritual light on the magical artifact completely went out.
Mr. Wang paced back and forth in the room, waiting for the woman's verification results.
He wanted to send this information back to the Five Spirits Sect as soon as possible.
I waited for most of the night but still didn't get a result.
When the little fairy boy retrieved the magic weapon, he discovered that it was broken.
Was it an accident, or was it deliberately damaged after being discovered?
"Looks like we'll have to wait and see tomorrow... I'll send a telepathic message to the teahouse owner now and tell him not to be foolish enough to show up directly... Oh right, isn't there a demon cultivator here...?"
...
I slept soundly through the night.
Nothing happened.
Actually, the feeling of being spied on yesterday was very vague, and even Hoshino himself couldn't be sure.
They might be after her, like those three who broke down the door yesterday.
The sound of gongs and drums could indeed be heard from the streets.
Early in the morning, the three disciples who had been defeated yesterday were banging drums and gongs as they helped her find a trainer at the Beast Park.
"clang--"
"Beast Park is hiring trainers! Everyone come and take a look!"
"Do you know how to guide a demon cultivator in their cultivation? Go to the teahouse and try it out with a true immortal!"
"You're a demon cultivator too, aren't you? Go to the teahouse and find the True Immortal of the Hundred Beasts Garden!"
They're searching so hard, maybe many people will come looking for her.
Considering the inconvenience of going back and forth, Zhao Xi decided to wait at the teahouse for someone to come for the interview, hoping for the best.
"Don't take off your hat in a little while. We'll just wait at the teahouse for the morning and then head back the way we came at noon."
Hoshino nodded her little head and asked sleepily, "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"
Zhao Xi wondered if she wanted to cook breakfast early in the morning, so she took out some flatbread.
Dragon Baby said the pancakes were vegetarian, with no meat, and refused to eat vegetarian food first thing in the morning.
(艹皿艹 )
Take it or leave it!
Go hungry!
The two walked along the long street to the entrance of the teahouse.
The teahouse owner actually came out to greet him, bowing deeply and saying solicitously, "I've heard that you, True Immortal, enjoy mortal cuisine, and the teahouse's new chef happens to be skilled in preparing imperial dishes for mortal courts. I've specially reserved the best private room on the second floor for you, True Immortal. Please, True Immortal, be sure to come in!"
The news spread really fast.
Could this be a setup?
A sense of crisis flashed through Zhao Xi's mind.
She used to own more than a dozen restaurants. Although she was young, she was just as vigilant as any seasoned veteran.
Hoshino tugged at her sleeve: "There's food. Didn't you want to find something to eat yesterday, Headmistress? The boss is treating us, it doesn't cost spirit stones, I want to go eat!"
"Alright, alright, lead the way. Are there any immortals in the lower realm who enjoy eating mortal delicacies as much as I do?" Zhao Xi asked, trying to sound generous.
"Since it's food that true immortals like, everyone will definitely flock to it!"
The teahouse owner's words gave her a new idea.
If I don't see through it this time, I'll just pretend to be a true immortal next time and sell products...
You need to earn more spirit stones to afford the special building materials for building training grounds and breathing rooms. Building materials related to cultivation are said to be extremely expensive.
The teahouse lobby was crowded, with a stage enclosed in the middle, which had been shrunk into a fighting arena using magical artifacts. Two tiger demons were battling inside, their bodies covered in blood from biting and tearing each other apart.
The cultivators were setting up a betting pool nearby, and among the onlookers were quite a few demon cultivators wearing veils and hats.
In the eyes of demon cultivators, demon beasts are completely different creatures from them, with a strict hierarchy.
As Zhao Xi was about to lead the fully armed Xingye past, Xingye curiously stared at the demon beast inside and, in his childish voice, joined the other demon cultivators in howling, "Bite it!"
His pupils turned sharp.
Why are you biting it? Is it tasty?
"Hmph~ Headmistress, you don't understand!"
Blackwater Dragons are not a gentle race; their ruthlessness is ingrained in their very bones.
The elegant rooms on the second floor were indeed exquisitely designed, with orchids painted on the lampshades and red candles inside, a stark contrast to the simple rooms in the inn.
The teapot on the table was steaming in a small charcoal grill, and the jade-colored teacups were quite exquisite and elegant.
The servants quickly brought over the pastries.
While waiting, Zhao Xi, seeing a brazier, took out some meat strips and grilled some for Xingye.
Hoshino chewed on the piping hot grilled meat, panting heavily, her little face full of happiness.
Zhao Xi suddenly felt this was a good opportunity to strike up a conversation, and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Do you still feel like you're being watched?"
Hoshino crunched on his ribs and shook his head: "No more~ They must have lost them~ Only a god as powerful as Father God can follow them with his thoughts~ Headmistress is so powerful, they definitely wouldn't dare to come."
Father God?
This name is a bit too unique...
Zhao Xi suddenly became curious: "Did you run away from home on your own, or were you kidnapped? Who is your father god?" The title sounds impressive; he must be wealthy. Could we contact his father god and ask him to donate a few training rooms to the Beast Garden?
Hoshino stopped gnawing on the meat, a mist welled up in her black pearl-like eyes, and she shrank back warily.
But after spending these few days together, he felt that the headmistress was someone he could trust.
After hesitating for a while, he licked his lips and asked worriedly, "If I were a demon, would Headmistress hand me over?"
He cautiously added, "If Headmistress dislikes me, I'll go back to live in the cave. Could you leave my food at the cave entrance?"
Demon race?
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