CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50

Just now, Chen Muxue glanced at the invitation title and put it down. Cen Lizhui secretly picked up the invitation and burned it.

If some calligraphy enthusiasts knew that Cen Lizhui treated the invitation personally written by the eldest son of the Huo family in this way, they’d probably be fuming.

This eldest son of the Huo family, although not as talented in cultivation as those with outstanding Spirit Roots, his reputation is never inferior.

Firstly, because his business strategies are well-known in the business world, and secondly, he enjoys a good reputation among academicians, especially for his excellent handwriting that’s hard to come by with wealth.

It’s funny to say, merchants who were looked down upon in the past have become universally idolized when associated with Immortal Cultivation.

However, like the Huo family doing business on both ends, they’re still not considered significant by major sects like Liuyun Sect.

Yet, despite their disdain, they would still attend such a Spirit Medicine Exhibition to check if there’s any Spirit Pill or miraculous medicine they might need.

Chen Xiaohu tried hard to compress the fireball in his hand; previously, he felt the fireball lacked power. After Chen Muxue watched, she gave a small suggestion, describing Naruto’s Spiral Ball for Chen Xiaohu to comprehend himself—

After all, she couldn’t say much beyond that.

Unable to restrain more Spiritual Power anymore, Chen Xiaohu suddenly threw the compressed fireball at the scarecrow in front!

However, something bizarre happened as if suddenly blown off course by a gust of wind, the fireball shot out of the courtyard!

A moment later, a "boom!" was heard, followed by some exaggerated scream.

Chen Xiaohu sensed something was amiss, hurried out, and saw a rather familiar man gazing at him resentfully from the pit left by the explosion.

"Uh... you’re that person called Zhui Li."

Cen Lizhui resisted the urge to use the Cleaning Technique on himself, looking melancholy at Xiaohu, "Does Qian Ding Sect hate me so much? I just came to deliver an invitation."

"That’s not it..." Chen Xiaohu somewhat guiltily stepped forward to help him, "I was practicing just now and accidentally slipped... You came to deliver an invitation?"

"Yes, previously I observed Sect Leader’s culinary skills seem impressive, and knowing there’s a culinary competition soon, I thought Sect Leader might be interested." Cen Lizhui said, pulling out the recently forged invitation, "Could you..."

"I’ll handle it!" Chen Xiaohu snatched the invitation and ran back, afraid Cen Lizhui would complain to the Sect Leader.

He really just made a small mistake; this Zhui Li also seems to be fine, the Sect Leader shouldn’t blame him!

Cen Lizhui posed with a gesture reminiscent of Erlang’s hand, seeing Chen Xiaohu run off without hesitation, quickly chased after him.

Just a culinary competition, wonder if Chen Muxue will attend!

"What happened?" Chen Muxue already came out for a look; she dreamt she needed a drink of cola, pulled the ring, and the cola exploded! After being dumbfounded for a while, she realized the explosion sound came from outside and hurried out to check.

Liuyun Sect wouldn’t attack us this early, right!

Chen Xiaohu faced Chen Muxue directly, scratching his head with some guilt, "Sect Leader, I..."

"Oh gosh, a savage!" exclaimed Chen Muxue, pointing behind Xiaohu with a slight shock.

Trying to look pitiful, Cen Lizhui covered in soot was somewhat speechless.

"No, Sect Leader, this is Zhui Li." Xiaohu said awkwardly.

"The vendor couldn’t sell poisonous fruits lately and went off to mine coal?" Chen Muxue remarked in surprise.