She was a little girl I didn't know.
Zhao Xi wanted to confirm that she had never offended her.
"She's quite capable; she was able to detect that the spell was sent out from here," Lin Che said, putting down his tea set and sitting down.
Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Xi felt a medicinal fragrance waft towards her.
It is as bland as nothing.
It's something you feel, not something you smell. It's not a scent, but a kind of spiritual energy.
This fleeting glimpse of spiritual energy left Zhao Xi puzzled.
But the girl used this method to determine the direction of the spell, raised her hand and pointed towards the private room number one in the Heavenly Rank where Zhao Xi was, and shouted: "You can't use magic in this teahouse. Who are you and why are you trying to lift my hat?"
Zhao Xi wanted to leave the room, so she went to the second-floor corridor, lifted her straw hat, and revealed her true face.
"It's the head of the kindergarten!" "So it's Headmaster Zhao!"
"No wonder they were able to use this top-tier private room; that troublemaker must have bitten off more than they can chew!"
The monks in the teahouse lobby were all talking about it, and even those sitting in the private rooms were peeking at her through the bamboo curtains.
Zhao Xi leaned leisurely against the railing, his body relaxed, and looked down at the girl below: "I just wanted to see where this arrogant young man came from, spouting such nonsense. I didn't expect that there was a little girl under the veil. You don't even know me, so why are you talking badly about me?"
The girl had never met Zhao Xixiang before. She only learned from the discussions around her that she was the mortal headmistress. Her big eyes curiously looked her over a few times, and she sneered: "Ha, I have been cultivating immortality for over a hundred years, and you, a mere mortal, dare to call me a little girl? You are just a mortal with no spiritual energy at all. I am just stating the facts, not saying anything bad about you."
She pointed and said, "I don't want to bully a mortal. You bring out the expert in the private room and fight me. I want to see which madman doesn't understand the etiquette of the immortal realm and has lifted my veil!"
This little girl had a righteous look on her face and even brought up etiquette and law, which made the other cultivators in the hall laugh.
She seems naive and inexperienced in worldly affairs.
It might not be that they yearn for the demon race, but rather that they are simply ignorant and arrogant, yearning for great power.
Zhao Xixiang was very gentle to others, without any airs of a kindergarten director, but she would not tolerate anyone taking advantage of her.
At this time, many cultivators have just joined the Five Spirits Hall, and she has not yet shown herself to them.
If we can be easily underestimated now, how will we be able to keep those old foxes who have been cultivating for thousands of years in check in the future?
I was looking for an opportunity to establish my authority, and now someone has delivered themselves to my doorstep.
Zhao Xi smiled, her eyes narrowed, and placed her hands on the railing, looking down ahead: "Since you say I'm just an ordinary person with no ability, then let's have a contest."
"You?"
"Are you scared?"
"Hmph! I'm just afraid people will say that I, an immortal, am bullying you!" Despite such obvious provocation, the girl readily agreed, "You tell me what to compete in, and I'll play along to the end. You can come up with some tricky ones, but please don't suggest anything like magic combat or alchemy, which you can't do!"
The immortals in the teahouse had their servants bring them immortal fruits and tea, and they watched the spectacle, clapping and cheering to encourage Zhao Xi.
They had already heard about Zhao Xi's thoughts from the storyteller, but at every crucial point, the storyteller always said it was because she was lucky.
No matter how lucky a mortal is, can they be better than an immortal? Some things are useless no matter how lucky you are if you don't have enough strength.
Zhao Xi wanted to coldly observe the commotion in the lobby, feeling that she had chosen an excellent time to make an example of someone.
She smiled faintly, glanced at the girl's clothes, the iced tea on the table, and her fingers, and said loudly, "I won't bully you, I'll just compete with you in your best method of processing!"
"How...how did you know?!" The girl was shocked. She looked down at the pale yellow robe and subconsciously reached for the token at her waist. Her hand was empty, and she realized that she had not come out wearing the clothes from Apricot Blossom Valley.
Apricot Blossom Valley is a renowned medical sect in the lower immortal realm, specializing in acupressure therapy.
Zhao Xi pointed to the herbal tea and slowly explained, "Immortal fruits grow in spiritual soil, and things from the lower realms always have some unavoidable impurities. Pastries also contain impurities, but much less. This herbal tea, however, is processed and simmered over low heat, making it a sweet medicinal soup. Only those who understand immortal arts and medical principles would be so meticulous. Your hands are calloused; you hold needles, apply pressure, and make medicine. Some things can be done with magic, but it's not as reliable as making them by hand. And..."
The girl's eyes widened: "And what?"
Zhao Xi shrugged, unable to resist teasing, "I'm the headmaster, this is my territory. As for your background and status, someone will tell me."
"Haha, so someone else told her!"
"No wonder she became the principal, hahaha!"
The immortal in the teahouse lobby laughed so hard he bent over.
The girl blushed with anger, pointed at Zhao Xi and kept repeating "I miss you, I miss you" for a long time, unable to say anything.
To say it's shameless isn't entirely true; they just knew her background. Besides, this is indeed the territory of the Hundred Beasts Garden, so it would be strange if no one tipped her off.
She's done something stupid again!
"Since you know I'm the Immortal Physician, and you still choose to avoid my area of expertise, then you can set the questions. I advise you to choose some uncommon ones to have a better chance of winning. I've learned all the common formulas, and the pills I refine from them are all top-grade!"
Zhao Xi nodded and said, "Let's compete in preparing the green fruit, yam, lingzhi, and immortal barley of the spirit herb. We'll also prepare two pots, and the winner will be determined by what we cook in the end."
The girl in yellow exclaimed in surprise, "These things... could it be that you're making the Four Spirits Soup?!"
“Yes. As the saying goes, medicine and food go hand in hand. I’m good at cooking, and you’re good at alchemy, so why don’t we combine our skills to make medicinal cuisine? It’s not complicated to cook; just add the prepared ingredients one by one. The key is the preparation method for these four medicinal herbs…”
The girl in yellow interrupted Zhao Xi's thoughts and said quickly, "Absolutely no problem! This Spiritual Four Gods Soup is a common medicinal soup. I did a lot of relief work for wandering cultivators when I traveled abroad decades ago, and I still remember it vividly."
"It's good that you agree." Zhao Xi wanted to give the order to have the servant prepare a few more baskets of spiritual plants.
She gracefully descended the stairs, took out a wooden plaque from her ring, and drew five lines on it.
Write your name on the left, then point the pen tip to the blank space on the right and look up at the girl in yellow.
The girl in yellow raised her head: "This great immortal does not change her name or surname, I am the Healer Dancing Butterfly of Apricot Blossom Valley!"
*
The teahouse was packed, but the business of renting out meditation rooms was too slow. The huge garden was deserted, perfect for alchemy.
Everyone moved to the garden.
The servant quickly prepared the spiritual plants, using square tables from the teahouse to form a long table, and placed several baskets on it for them to choose from.
This must have been instructed by Luo Haiqing.
Knowing his own abilities and strengths, he sent people to find spiritual plants of varying quality, some good and some bad.
However, the dancing butterfly was indeed quite skilled; carrying a basin to the basket, it casually picked out only the best pieces.
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