511: Chapter 511 The Poisonous Fairy Seduces the Gluttonous Loli!

For the next two days, Lin Wan did not come looking for Su Chen directly again.

She was like a real, newly arrived Loose Cultivator.

Every day, she went downstairs to eat on time, strolled through the city's marketplace, and occasionally chatted with a few Loose Cultivators in the lobby.

Their conversations were all about ordinary things: which shop in Peng City had cheap Medicinal Pills, whether many Immortal Beasts had appeared in the mountains recently, and when the auction would begin.

It was as normal as could be, as natural as could be.

To what extent was it natural? Even Zhao Qingyi, who had been secretly watching her, began to waver.

For a moment, a thought even popped into Zhao Qingyi's mind: perhaps Junior Sister Lin had truly come to her senses?

She wasn't going to investigate anymore?

She just wanted to use this trip to relax?

Then, she nipped that thought in the bud.

Not because she believed Lin Wan wouldn't give up, but because she knew Lin Wan too well.

Fellow disciples for over three thousand years.

She had seen how Lin Wan rose from an outer sect servant, smiling and gentle, step by step to the position of the Peak Master of Hundred Flowers Peak.

That path wasn't paved with flower petals, but with bones.

A woman who smiled even while crawling, how could she truly let go at a critical moment?

She was just waiting, waiting for a better opportunity.

...

On Su Chen's side.

The whole team strictly followed orders, leaving no room for error.

Every time Hua Nongying and her disciple went downstairs and ran into Lin Wan, they would just give a cold nod, not even sparing an extra glance before turning and leaving.

Every time, Hua Yingxue felt incredibly wronged, feeling like she was doing something very impolite.

But Hua Nongying only had to sweep a glance at her, and she would obediently shut her mouth.

Her Master's gaze was more effective than any silencing Restriction.

Qian Duoduo watched Wang Baobao even more closely.

He followed her wherever she went.

He wished he could take a rope and tie this little ancestor to his waistband.

Wang Baobao was very unhappy. Extremely unhappy.

Her daily, unshakeable "going downstairs to find food" activity had been canceled.

For the owner of a Taotie Gold-Swallowing Physique, this was no different from having her water and food cut off.

Although Su Chen would have Qian Duoduo bring her plenty of food every day.

But that was different!

Eating in the room and going downstairs to find food herself were two completely different experiences.

It was like—the difference between being cage-raised and free-range.

What Wang Baobao wanted was freedom! Exploration!

It was the thrill of discovering surprises at any time during the food-seeking process!

For example, last time she found a piece of Thousand-Year Immortal Iron in the kitchen that the cook was using as a cutting board; that texture and chewiness still left a lingering aftertaste.

And now?

She could only squat in the corner, unhappily chewing on the "standardized meals" sent by Qian Duoduo.

Chewing with no Soul at all.

The restaurant's kitchen, however, breathed a sigh of relief.

When the waiter saw that Wang Baobao hadn't appeared downstairs for two consecutive days, he almost knelt down in excitement to thank the heavens.

He never wanted to experience those three days of nightmares again in his life.

...

Lin Wan saw it all, saw everything.

Su Chen's line of defense was as tight as an iron barrel.

One couldn't get in from the front, nor from the side.

Hua Nongying stopped chatting with her, and Hua Yingxue stopped speaking to her.

Even that bald monk who wanted to enlighten everyone he met would just press his palms together, say "amitabha," and run whenever he encountered her these past two days.

He ran faster than anyone.

An iron wall.

In every direction, there were iron walls.

But no matter how thick the iron wall, there are always gaps.

Lin Wan's gaze passed through the stairwell and landed on the tightly closed door at the end of the second-floor corridor.

That little girl, with her hair tied in two skyward-pointing braids.

She spent all day gnawing on all sorts of strange things.

She hadn't been downstairs for two days and was being watched very closely.

But no matter how tight the supervision, it couldn't stop a hungry child.

Lin Wan knew this better than anyone because she was a mother herself.

She knew all too well how strong the impulse of a child would be to break free from their restraints after being "locked up" for two days, feeling suppressed and wronged.

Just wait for a gap.

A moment of lax supervision.

That would be enough.

...

On the afternoon of the third day.

The gap arrived.

Qian Duoduo's bladder betrayed him at the critical moment.

Perhaps because he drank that pot of Immortal Tea too vigorously at noon, he really couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Baobao! Stay right there and don't move! I'm going to the latrine! I'll be back soon!"

He pointed at Wang Baobao, his gaze as stern as a dean giving a lecture.

"If you dare to sneak out, I'll replace your entire dinner today with Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Low Grade!"

Wang Baobao held her Ore and nodded obediently.

"I know~"

Seeing her obedient look, Qian Duoduo felt slightly relieved and rushed out like the wind, legs clamped together.

The door shut with a "bang."

The sound of footsteps faded away.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Wang Baobao slowly put down the Ore in her arms.

She pricked up her ears and listened.

No sound.

Her big eyes rolled around, and then she was like a little hamster that had finally caught an opportunity to escape after waiting for two days.

With a "whoosh," she sprang up from the corner, lightly pulled open the door, poked half her head out, and looked left and right.

No one.

She swallowed, stood on her tiptoes, and slipped toward the top of the stairs.

Her target was clear: the kitchen.

She remembered that the fat cook had received a new batch of Immortal Beast meat yesterday.

She smelled it.

Through a floor and three walls, she could smell it.

That smell had made her dream all night long.

However, she had just slipped to the top of the stairs and hadn't even had time to take her first step.

A scent suddenly drifted into her nose.

Not the smell of Immortal Beast meat, but another kind.

Sweeter, more fragrant, more... lethal.

The aroma was like an invisible hand, gently pinching the tip of her nose and pulling her in one direction.

Wang Baobao's nostrils twitched vigorously twice.

Her dark, rolling eyes instantly locked onto the target.

At the corner of the stairs.

A figure wearing a light blue cloth dress was carrying an exquisite bamboo food box, unhurriedly walking up the stairs.

It was Sister Lin Wan.

The aroma that made her mouth water was precisely wafting out from that food box.

"Baobao?"

Lin Wan looked up, a "just right" look of surprise appearing on her face.

The expression was as natural as an older sister from next door happening to meet the little girl from the neighboring house on the road.

There wasn't even a hint of anything deliberate.

"Oh, what a coincidence!"

She walked up quickly, squatted down, and placed the food box between the two of them.

Her line of sight was level with Wang Baobao's. She smiled gently and dotingly.

Her dimples were sweet.

"Sister was just about to go looking for you. Look—"

She opened the food box.

There was a light "click."

The moment the lid was lifted, a seven-colored glow overflowed with a "whoosh," like a box of liquid rainbows had been overturned.

Inside the food box, twelve palm-sized pastries were neatly arranged.

Each piece was crystal clear; each piece was radiant and colorful.

The Immortal Qi emanating from each piece was so dense that it condensed into visible tiny specks of light in the air, fluttering about like fireflies dancing in the food box.

Those were Hundred Flowers Spirit Cakes.

Lin Wan had personally refined them using the juices of dozens of rare Immortal Plants, supplemented by the pure spiritual power of a Heavenly Immortal Seventh Heaven.

Wang Baobao's pupils suddenly dilated.

She looked at that box of pastries, and the saliva at the corner of her mouth was completely out of control.

It wasn't flowing drop by drop; it was a dam burst.

"Si... Sister..."

She called out in a childish, milky voice.

Her two big eyes were filled with little stars.

They were bright enough to light up the entire corridor.

Lin Wan's smile softened by another thirty percent. She pushed the food box forward slightly, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a baby.

"Do you like them? They're all for you alone, Baobao."

Wang Baobao's head nodded like a pounding pestle.

Her two skyward-pointing braids swung back and forth like a pellet drum.

She carefully reached out her small hand, her five fair and tender fingers trembling slightly.

She pinched a piece from the food box.

That pastry emitted a soft, seven-colored glow at her fingertips; it was warm and fragrant.

It seemed as if the whole world had become gentle.