Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Chapter 295 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 22

The restaurant is located by the river, and layers of screens isolate it from the outside noise. A faint fragrance is burning on the counter.

Ji Chaoxi still came out with Wen Shubai, because she was afraid that Wen Shubai hadn't eaten for too long and wouldn't recognize the food.

The waiter carefully served the dishes, occasionally glancing at the two of them.

Ji Chaoxi leaned on the carved railing, watching the painted boats gliding across the river, feeling a little itchy to go.

"Senior brother, I want to play that too."

Wen Shubai patiently removed the fish bones, and finally pushed a small bowl of pork belly in front of Ji Chaoxi, saying gently, "Okay."

Although the food at Zuixianlou is delicious, the variety is limited, with only a few dishes served repeatedly.

As Wen Shubai sipped his hot tea, his gaze involuntarily fell on Ji Chaoxi. He watched as she squinted her eyes happily because of the delicious food and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He found that watching his junior sister eat seemed to bring him more satisfaction than meditating.

The waiter finished serving the dishes and then tiptoed out.

As soon as he went out, people immediately surrounded him.

"How is it? Is it for cultivating immortality?"

"Probably, I saw they were carrying swords."

The waiter lowered his voice: "It should be. The woman called the man 'Senior Brother,' and the man didn't eat anything; he just kept serving the woman."

The others were also somewhat confused.

"Which sect's disciple is this, showing such concern for his junior sister?"

"First, let's rule out the Heavenly Annihilation Sect. The disciples of that sect... tsk tsk..."

Ji Chaoxi was enjoying her meal in the private room when she looked up and saw the empty table in front of Wen Shubai. She suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Senior Brother, are you really not going to try some? This is made from spiritual fruit, it's delicious."

Wen Shubai looked at the crystal-clear spiritual fruit in the spoon, and then at Ji Chaoxi's somewhat embarrassed face.

He lowered his eyes and, using her hand, took a spoonful of the spiritual fruit and put it into his mouth.

"Senior Brother, what do you think?" Ji Chaoxi leaned against him expectantly.

She ate two bowls of it, so it must have been delicious.

A sweet taste spread across his tongue. Wen Shubai didn't have any particular feeling about this flavor. He smiled at her and said, "It's delicious. Thank you, Junior Sister."

Ji Chaoxi met his gaze and stammered, "Senior Brother, this is the money you paid, why are you thanking me?"

All her money was in the Tianjue Sect. When Wen Shubai brought her into this restaurant, Ji Chaoxi refused to go in.

She felt that Wen Shubai had been in the Tianjue Sect for too long and probably didn't know that money was needed everywhere in the common people's lives, and she thought that Wen Shubai definitely didn't have any money.

Wen Shubai thought she didn't like the restaurant, so he took her to a few other ones. The two wandered around the streets for so long that other people on the street stared at them.

Finally, a wealthy merchant kindly approached and said, "Would you two immortals like to have a meal? I may treat you both."

Wen Shubai then realized what Ji Chaoxi was worried about and comforted her, telling her not to worry and that he could go to the store to get the money.

The streets were adorned with bright red lanterns at night, and various stalls lined both sides of the street. Street performers were putting on fire-breathing shows, occasionally spitting out a fireball.

"Senior Brother, come and see this!" Ji Chaoxi squeezed into the stall selling clay figurines, turned her head and looked at him with bright eyes.

No matter how far she ran, as long as she turned around, Wen Shubai would always be standing behind her. He never found it annoying; he would just lower his eyes and smile at her.

"Senior Brother, let's make two clay figures."

Wen Shubai responded softly, carrying candied hawthorns and roasted chestnuts in his left hand and several exquisite lanterns in his right.

Several children, taking advantage of their short stature, weaved through the crowd. Ji Chaoxi was eating a candied hawthorn when the children bumped into her, causing her to stumble backward and fall solidly into a warm embrace.

"Be careful." A gentle voice sounded above me.

Knowing that Wen Shubai was behind her, Ji Chaoxi leaned against him without restraint, waiting for their clay figurine to be finished.

There were many people in front of the clay figurine stall, and the people behind kept pushing and shoving. Ji Chaoxi was forced to shrink into Wen Shubai's arms, her back pressed tightly against his chest, and Wen Shubai gently held her shoulders.

Her hair brushed against Wen Shubai's Adam's apple intermittently, causing Wen Shubai's Adam's apple to move and his head to tilt slightly.

"Senior Brother, look at that mud puddle, it looks just like me." Ji Chaoxi turned around and excitedly pointed to the clay doll that the stall owner was making.

Wen Shubai lowered his eyes upon hearing the sound, and his gaze fell upon the candied hawthorn in her hand. The candied hawthorn was crystal clear, and there were still bite marks on it.

"Senior Brother, the stall owner will be making your clay figurine in a bit..."

Wen Shubai's gaze involuntarily lingered on Ji Chaoxi's lips. Because she had just taken a bite, her lips were covered with glossy icing, which showed a soft luster under the light of the lanterns.

Wen Shubai's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as a very absurd thought suddenly popped into his head.

The candied hawthorns look really delicious...

After receiving the clay figurine, Ji Chaoxi was overjoyed and kept talking on the way. Wen Shubai listened to her gently, his eyes lowered, much quieter than usual.

They played outside for a long time today, and Ji Chaoxi fell asleep in bed soon after taking a shower.

The bustling street had fallen completely silent, and no one was talking outside. Inside the house, an oil lamp was lit, its flame flickering.

Wen Shubai was sitting cross-legged, his back straight, his hands on his knees, and his eyes closed.

The room was very quiet; apart from the two people's faint breathing, there was no other sound.

Just then, a chilling aura crept in through the crack in the door. The demonic energy carried a strong smell of decay. Sensing Wen Shubai's cultivation level, it pressed itself against the ground, intending to head towards Ji Chaoxi on the bed.

The black smoke slowly condensed, and just as it was about to approach Ji Chaoxi, a sword aura instantly pierced the darkness without making a sound. The black smoke completely disintegrated and finally vanished into nothingness.

The footsteps were very light. Wen Shubai walked to the bedside, bent down, pulled up the quilt that Ji Chaoxi had kicked off, pinched the back corner with his fingers, and tucked the edge in little by little.

The next morning, Wen Shubai said he would teach Ji Chaoxi to practice spiritual power.

"Senior Brother, is it because my talent is too high that you don't want me to slack off?" Ji Chaoxi looked at Wen Shubai with guilt.

It's all her fault. Knowing she has such high talent, she didn't train hard enough, making her senior brother worry.

There probably aren't many in the Tianjue Sect with her talent; otherwise, why would the senior brother be so anxious about her training?

Wen Shubai chuckled: "Junior Sister is right. I really don't want Junior Sister's talent to go to waste."

Upon hearing Wen Shubai say this, Ji Chaoxi immediately became full of energy.