Poor girl is hated by everyone, villains drive her crazy

When Yu Xi and his group entered the spectator seats, there were not many people around and the location was very remote. The view was so poor that they couldn't even see the entire Tianqian Terrace.

But very safe.

Yu Xi was originally a half-spiritual cultivator, so as long as she and Nan Lingjun concealed their cultivation, there would be no problem.

But the others are both monsters, demon cultivators and mortals. Even if they disguise themselves and hide their cultivation levels and deceive the monks patrolling outside Chongshan, they will still be exposed when they meet monks with higher cultivation levels.

In order to keep a low profile at this time, they came in as monks from a small sect, so that it would be convenient for them to leave if they found anything unusual.

As soon as he came in, before he found a place to sit down, he was met with countless cold stares from other monks.

When the nearby cultivators saw that they were not wearing the immortal robes of the five major immortal sects, they immediately distanced themselves from them with contempt, as if they were tainted with some unlucky luck.

However, this kind of exclusion is nothing to Xi and the others.

Ji Zhi didn't even notice that he was being excluded. He was looking curiously towards Tianqian Terrace.

There is a celestial river between the spectator seats and the Tianqian platform used exclusively for competitions, and the celestial river is surrounded by patrolling monks.

There were two monks competing against each other on the Tianqian stage. Their moves were very professional and cheers from the watching monks could be heard from time to time.

Yu Xi and his companions were not interested in the competition among the cultivators. After they sat down, they began to observe their surroundings and found that the area near the platform was mostly filled with unknown elders. There were not many powerful elders, and only one person seemed to need attention.

This man was wearing the uniform of the Songshan Sect. He had a full forehead and upturned eyes. He looked very young and had an outstanding appearance.

His black hair was tied up casually, with a few strands of white hair mixed in.

While everyone around him was staring at the monks competing, he lowered his eyes and fiddled with the Bagua compass in his hand, frowning and counting with his fingers from time to time. The more he counted, the uglier his expression became.

Gu An approached Yu Xi and whispered, "Senior Sister, that should be Qinglian. I didn't see Qingxin, nor did I see Liuyun Immortal Master Chu Xiao. Judging from their attire, there should be twenty-one elders from the five major sects, but I didn't see the sect leader."

Yu Xi nodded. "So Qingzheng's death makes Xianmen more nervous than we thought. Are all the important people gone except Qinglian?"

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and looked towards the mountain road leading to immortality. It was shrouded in mist and clouds, and there were no people there. She could only see cultivators appearing occasionally, but she didn't notice any problems for the time being.

After making sure the surroundings were safe, she stretched, took out a large soft cushion from the storage ring with a smile, placed it next to Jizhi, patted it to make sure it was flat, and then lay down on it comfortably, with her head resting on Jizhi's arm, feeling extremely comfortable.

Then he took out a bunch of snacks and gave a handful to everyone.

Then he ate snacks while concentrating on watching the monks compete, and occasionally made a few comments to Jizhi. He didn't seem like he was here to cause trouble, but rather like he was here for a picnic.

Nan Lingjun and Zun Jin were stunned.

Xing Lan took out a golden box from her arms with an expressionless face, put all the peanuts and melon seeds that Yu Xi gave her into it, then locked the box with two hundred locks and put it away carefully.

Hmm~ I have a family heirloom~ I'll show it off when I get back and make Wu Mi and the others jealous~?

When Yuxi came closer, Jizhi took the initiative to adjust his posture so that his sister could lean more comfortably. At the same time, he asked his sister excitedly if he could go up and fight.

"Sister, don't watch other people's fights, it's not good to watch, watch me fight! I bite people fiercely! I bite wherever sister points! I guarantee that I will bite them to the sky and into the ground! I look good!"

"Wow, brother is awesome, brother is good."

Yu Xi raised her hand, touched his head, and stuffed two steamed buns into his mouth: "I'll give you steamed buns as a reward."

Jizhi was stunned for a moment, then immediately lowered his head happily and started eating the steamed buns.

While Yu Xi was coaxing Ji Zhi, Gu An was sitting on the other side of Yu Xi, looking down and taking out a cookbook to read.

He wrote down this recipe from memory after staying up late last night. The contents on it were all the cooking methods of various snacks that he had learned from Nan Lingjun.

At this moment, he was holding a book, thinking about something while reading, and writing a few more words from time to time.

"What are you writing?" Nan Lingjun poked his head out from behind curiously.

When she saw that Gu An had actually expanded upon some of the snack methods she had mentioned before and came up with new snack recipes, her eyes suddenly widened.

She had never heard of some of the recipes, but they looked delicious. There were even spiritual herbs in them. It was a fairy-cultivation version of the cake!

"Gu An, did you graduate from New Oriental Cooking School?"

"what?"

“How did you come up with these recipes?”

Nan Lingjun humbly asked for advice.

Gu An smiled gently, took out a herbal encyclopedia from his arms and handed it to Nan Lingjun, saying:

"You can figure it out if you read more books."

Nan Lingjun stared at the book in his hand that could be used as a brick.

Then I heard Gu An continue: "I want my sister to eat more fresh and delicious food. Nan Lingjun, you can tell me any new recipes you have. I will teach you the recipes I think of. How about we benefit each other?"

"Okay." Nan Lingjun put away the herbal encyclopedia, took the paper and pen handed to him by Gu An, and began to rack his brains to think of a recipe.

Seeing this, Gu An sighed and whispered, "I will give you the herbal encyclopedia, but in order to give Senior Sister a sense of surprise, can you only tell me the formulas and not tell others? For example, my Senior Brother, he talks a lot, if he knows, there will definitely be no surprise."

Nan Lingjun didn't think much about it and just made an "OK" gesture: "No problem, if Zhong Xian asks me about it, I will say it is a private secret recipe and cannot be told to others."

Gu An got a satisfactory reply, and his amber eyes curved into crescents.

Very good, the senior sister’s stomach has been won over by him, and Zhong Xian can’t catch up with him even if he flies.

Zun Jin was touching the stone railing in front of him lovingly.

It is worthy of being the stone railing of the immortal gate. The stone is plated with gold. If a piece is pried off, no one will be able to find it, right?

Looking back at Nan Lingjun being sold and still helping others count money, she felt so disappointed that she couldn't bear to watch any more. She just said to Yu Xi:

"Yu Xi, I want to see the road to immortality."

The purpose of her coming here was to determine whether there was any problem with ascending to immortality, and why the cultivator controlled by Song Yici said that many people would die in the Immortal Gate Conference.

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Yu Xi was very relaxed at the moment. If she hadn't hidden her tail, it would have been resting softly on the cushion, wagging the tip of her tail leisurely:

"It's not the right time yet. Let's watch the monks compete first. It's very exciting."

Isn't it time yet?

Zun Jin frowned and looked back towards Tianqiantai.

At this moment, there was a lot of booing in the arena. A monk with ordinary appearance didn't even use his sword. He just raised his hand, and the monk in front of him was seriously injured and flew out of the arena.