Chapter 1000: Qing Jun, 3rd Layer!

Chapter 1000: Chapter 465: Qing Jun, 3rd Layer!

Why not treat it as an experience for Qing Jun.

“But for Qing Jun, when being taught something, can she really learn it in one go? This girl, she was tricked by Zhang Chuxi in the past… that time didn’t even teach her a lesson.”

Chen Ye glanced with some suspicion,

Could it be,

the little girl is truly very foolish?

…

Reality proved that Chen Ye indeed underestimated his own little girl.

Underestimated on every possible level.

Welcoming Guest Inn.

The short cultivator from the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect sneered coldly, quickly forming seals, then slapped the corpse pouch at his waist.

“Go.”

A shadow quietly darted from the pouch, landing and transforming into a nimble fragrance-seeking rat.

This was not a living creature, but a refined spirit puppet made from the remains of a second-tier demon beast.

Although his main focus was corpse refinement, he had dabbled in various other teachings of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect.

This rat had no vitality fluctuations, adept at concealing its aura and navigating arrays, like a ghost it followed the earth vein, heading towards Lisong Valley.

Lisong Valley.

Chen Ye concealed his aura, sitting cross-legged atop the crown of a towering ancient tree.

Not far below, was Qing Jun carrying a small bamboo basket, hunkered down picking mushrooms around Lisong Valley.

The little girl was working hard these days for her master’s mushroom soup, tirelessly roaming around Lisong Valley, busily bustling about.

“Hehe, the ingredients were gathered by Qing Jun, the mushrooms were picked by Qing Jun, this mushroom soup is full of Qing Jun’s love for her master!”

“After the master drinks it, she’ll surely be very happy, right?”

The little girl was already fantasizing about her master’s ecstatic reaction, which made her work even more energetically.

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound came from the nearby bushes.

A cute spirit mouse quietly emerged from the foliage.

This spirit mouse moved swiftly, carrying a small jade plate on its back.

In the jade plate were three pieces of red pastry emitting a sweet and unusual fragrance.

Many miles away, in the Peach Mountain District’s Welcoming Guest Inn.

The short cultivator from the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect had his eyes closed tightly, hands forming seals, using divine sense sharing to watch Qing Jun, the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer:

“Hehehe… she’s taken the bait! Inside there’s the Drunken Immortal Powder that required considerable effort to obtain, even Foundation Establishment demon beasts get briefly lulled into sleep! Little girl, once you taste it, you’ll obediently come right over!”

On the other side.

“Hey? It smells so good!”

Qing Jun’s smell sensitivity, akin to that of a demon beast, immediately caught the scent.

She carefully stashed the mushrooms she held, eyes shining as she approached and grabbed all three pieces of Drunken Immortal Cake from the jade plate.

“Wow! How can there be a little mouse delivering snacks here?”

The little girl swallowed some saliva, operating on the logic of “if it’s tasty, eat first, deal with the bad guys later,” and without hesitation stuffed all three pastries promptly into her mouth.

Chew chew chew…

The short demon cultivator was ecstatic inside, starting to count down: “Three! Two! One! Obey me obediently!”

Three breaths passed… ten breaths passed…

Qing Jun, still savoring, smacked her lips, her big black eyes staring at the spirit mouse, grumbling in a childish voice:

“The taste is a bit bitter, not as sweet as the rock sugar spirit fruit master gives… but it’s barely edible. Little mouse, is there more?”

The sneer on the short cultivator’s face froze:

“What’s going on? Why hasn’t this girl collapsed yet? Could the effects just be slow?”

“This Drunken Immortal Powder comes from the beast form lineage, a bottle is worth a thousand spirit stones, oh well oh well…”

He gritted his teeth, once again took out his stock from the storage bag, sending five more Drunken Immortal Cakes via the spirit mouse.

Seeing the spirit mouse returning, Qing Jun’s eyes sparkled: “Wow! There really is more!”

Grab, stuff into mouth, chew, swallow.

All done in one go.

Half an hour later.

“Is there more, is there more?” Qing Jun excitedly squatted on the ground, keeping tapping the spirit mouse’s head with her little hand to hurry it.

An hour later.

In the private seats on the second floor of Welcoming Guest Inn, the short demon cultivator was already sweating profusely, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

Piece by piece, nearly five thousand spirit stones worth of Drunken Immortal Powder had all been gobbled up by that little girl like snacks!

“Incredible! Is this really a human race girl?! Could her stomach be a bottomless pit? Was the beast form lineage selling fake goods to me?!”

The short demon cultivator was plunged into deep self-doubt, his heart bleeding.

That was a whole five thousand spirit stones worth of sedative!

And just like that, it had been devoured as after-meal dessert by a little girl, who didn’t even burp!

“Brother, might this girl have a special constitution, immune to all toxins?” asked another withered cultivator beside him, looking dumbfounded, eyebrows furrowed questioning lowly.

“Impossible! Even a second-layer middle period demon beast eating this much Drunken Immortal Powder should be foaming at the mouth and limbs stiff by now!”

The short demon cultivator gritted his teeth, eyes glued to the divine sense shared screen, “I refuse to believe this…”

…

Meanwhile.

Qing Jun squatted on the ground, slightly disgruntled, poking at the unmoving fragrance-seeking rat.

“Hey, little mouse, why aren’t you giving more? Are you hoarding?” the little girl pouted, crossing her arms unhappily.

The fragrance-seeking rat naturally didn’t respond, just remained stiff in place.

Qing Jun wrinkled her little nose in boredom.

Her thick lashes fluttered twice, sensing something wrong, she furrowed her soft eyebrows:

“Uh… why is Qing Jun feeling dizzy…”

The little girl held her head,

quickly steadied her mushroom-filled basket, worried it might squash the soup ingredients for her master.

She slyly glanced at her master’s location, her tiny frame losing balance and softly collapsing.

Hmph, foolish master, there’s no way to fool Qing Jun’s master radar!

As expected,

the next moment, with her eyes closed, the girl felt a warm embrace lift her up, accompanied by a man’s sigh:

“Ah, turns out she really is a silly girl…”