Volume 2, Chapter 122 – A Special Chef

Qu Qingtang continued to smile faintly, lightly playing with the wooden plaque carved with Song Shiyuan’s name in her hand.

“Perhaps it’s just some wild fox that popped up from who knows where,” she said.

Lu Zhuxin felt this woman was subtly cursing at someone.

Did she really not know what the “Ming Zhaoxi” on the wooden plaque was about?

Lu Zhuxin narrowed her eyes slightly.

Judging from the system’s reaction, there must be some connection between Qu Qingtang and Ming Zhaoxi.

Although there was no evidence for this matter, Lu Zhuxin was absolutely certain of it.

Moreover, Qu Qingtang clearly understood the relationship between Song Shiyuan and Lu Zhuxin, otherwise she wouldn’t have deliberately kept Song Shiyuan in the Fox Palace.

“Done looking?” Lu Zhuxin shrugged. “If you’re done, hang the plaque back up.”

“Otherwise, when your esteemed disciple sees her marriage plaque treated like this by her own master, she’ll be heartbroken.”

Qu Qingtang continued playing with the wooden plaque, her fingertip rubbing over the spot where the name had been crossed out.

Then Qu Qingtang’s brow raised slightly.

Something was off about the place where the name “Ming Zhaoxi” had been crossed out.

She took a small half-step back, raised the wooden plaque in her hand, and held it up to the sunlight.

With the help of the sunlight, she could barely make out a pattern that had been carved onto the plaque with demonic power.

“Bamboo.”

Qu Qingtang’s expression grew thoughtful.

A bamboo pattern.

Her gaze shifted toward Lu Zhuxin, who stood beside her with an air of indifference.

“Zhuxin.” A smile without warmth curved Qu Qingtang’s lips.

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What do you know, Song Shiyuan wasn’t the only childish one after all.

“What is it?” Lu Zhuxin raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” Qu Qingtang gently pinched the wooden plaque between her fingers, then flicked it with her fingertip.

A surge of spiritual power sent the plaque in her hand flying out, hanging it back on the tree.

Lu Zhuxin frowned at the sight.

What was this woman getting worked up about?

“I was just thinking…” Qu Qingtang gazed at Lu Zhuxin with tender eyes. “When will our two names be carved on a wooden plaque like that?”

“If an Immortal Venerable wants to be enshrined in an ancestral hall, that should be quite easy,” Lu Zhuxin said without thinking.

Then Lu Zhuxin saw a very obvious black line drop down Qu Qingtang’s forehead.

Lu Zhuxin couldn’t help but smile. “I was joking.”

“Qingtang, that will depend on your performance.”

Looking at the smiling little fox before her, Qu Qingtang’s face couldn’t help but show a trace of helplessness.

“Could you accompany me to one more place later?”

Lu Zhuxin was puzzled.

After checking in at the ancient tree of marriage, there shouldn’t be anything left to visit in Mingzhao City, right?

Where else did Qu Qingtang want to take her?

“What do you want to take me to do?” Lu Zhuxin asked.

Qu Qingtang’s expression was natural. “We’ve been walking around all day. You must be hungry. I’ll take us somewhere to eat.”

Eat?

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Cultivators in the cultivation world could abstain from food starting from the Foundation Establishment stage, not needing to eat to replenish their energy.

In the Fox Palace, the two attendants Lu Zhuxin frequently interacted with, Hu Mei’er and Hu Xian’er, also didn’t need to eat.

Lu Zhuxin herself, having only recently transmigrated, still retained some habits from before her transmigration.

Like sleeping, like eating.

But only Hu Mei’er and Hu Xian’er in the Fox Palace knew about this.

Hu Mei’er and Hu Xian’er were absolutely loyal to Lu Zhuxin and would never question any of Lu Zhuxin’s commands.

This was an iron law engraved into the depths of their souls.

And now, Qu Qingtang, this Immortal Venerable of the sword sect, actually wanted to take Lu Zhuxin to eat?

Could this be a coincidence?

Combined with how Qu Qingtang had previously infiltrated Lu Zhuxin’s room at night.

Lu Zhuxin would never foolishly think this was a coincidence.

Either Qu Qingtang truly knew Lu Zhuxin’s identity, or Qu Qingtang was also like Lu Zhuxin, a transmigrator, and thus retained some thought patterns of a transmigrator.

Lu Zhuxin had speculated about this before.

Now, should she test it out?

Lu Zhuxin smiled. “Qingtang, have you forgotten again? Eighth Realm cultivators don’t need to eat.”

“I know.” Qu Qingtang’s expression was natural. “Cultivators indeed don’t need to eat, but no one said cultivators can’t taste mortal delicacies like ordinary people.”

“Besides, didn’t you just eat the sugar cake I bought for you?”

A watertight answer.

Lu Zhuxin pressed her lips together. “But I’ve lived in Mingzhao City for nearly a thousand years. I’ve basically gotten tired of all the good food in Mingzhao City.”

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In truth, Lu Zhuxin had only been to Mingzhao City once.

That time, Song Shiyuan hadn’t even taken her to eat.

A single-tailed fox demon clearly couldn’t abstain from food!

Qu Qingtang’s bright eyes were tinged with a faint smile. “Trust me, I guarantee it’s a place no one has ever known about.”

A place no one has ever known about?

Lu Zhuxin narrowed her eyes. “Where are you trying to abduct me to?”

Qu Qingtang let out a light laugh. “My natal sword is in your hands. Right now, how could I possibly have that ability?”

Lu Zhuxin looked at her suspiciously.

Didn’t have that ability?

Could she really not?

Lu Zhuxin didn’t know, and she didn’t want to try.

“Rest assured, haven’t I suffered enough losses at your hands? How could I still have the guts to abduct you now?” Qu Qingtang said. “That place is within Mingzhao City.”

“There’s a very special chef there.”

Within Mingzhao City?

Lu Zhuxin couldn’t figure out what Qu Qingtang was thinking.

Mingzhao City’s formations were connected to the Fox Palace’s formations.

With the formations assisting her, Lu Zhuxin wasn’t completely powerless against Qu Qingtang.

What’s more, those powerful beings protecting Lu Zhuxin were hidden nearby.

Mingzhao City was the fox clan’s home base, after all.

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“A special chef?” Lu Zhuxin smacked her lips. “What kind of chef could make even an Immortal Venerable think they’re special?”

“You’ll know once you come with me,” Qu Qingtang said.

Lu Zhuxin’s curiosity was piqued.

Qu Qingtang led the way, and Lu Zhuxin followed behind her.

Eighth Realm powerhouses all possessed the ability to fly through the heavens and traverse the earth.

Within Mingzhao City, using teleportation techniques was forbidden, as was flying over the city’s airspace.

However, such regulations didn’t apply to Eighth Realm powerhouses.

But since leaving the Fox Palace, Qu Qingtang had been accompanying Lu Zhuxin the entire time, walking slowly like two ordinary people.

Just like now, though using a teleportation technique could cover the distance in an instant, Qu Qingtang still led Lu Zhuxin on foot across two bustling streets, arriving before a residential dwelling.

“This is the place you mentioned, that place unknown to anyone?”

No matter how Lu Zhuxin looked at it, what lay before her was just an extremely ordinary residence.

It wasn’t even a restaurant, and its location was beyond the fourth ring.

“Yes, this is it.”

As she spoke, Qu Qingtang had already pushed open the door and walked in.

She turned her head back. “Come in, Zhuxin.”

Lu Zhuxin stared at her, eyes flickering.

“A trap?”

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