Why are you crying when I've severed ties? The fake heiress is leading a new sect to new height

Chapter 95 A mess
After being chased by Qingfeng, Shen Sangruo arrived at the sect leader's hall.

Looking at the once empty sect hall, now filled with sect documents, Shen Sangruo fell into deep thought.

"Sang girl is here?" Wuwei Daoist smiled slyly. "These files were all carefully selected by me. If they are not enough, just tell me. Don't be shy."

"How about processing fifty case files today?"

Shen Sangruo felt a headache coming on.

She originally thought it was just a simple matter of processing sect files, but she didn't expect that the cunning of the Taoist Master Wuwei was far beyond her imagination.

The Taoist Master Wuwei slowly paced around her, offering timely comments on her answers.

"You answered this wrong. You're now required to process five more sets of case files."

Shen Sangruo: ?

"This answer is good. As a reward, you will process ten more sets of case files."

Shen Sangruo: ? ? ?

Is this a reward or a punishment?!
As a result, the sect's documents piled up around her, gradually engulfing her.

That day ravaged her both mentally and physically.

When she came out of the ancestral hall, it was already late at night, and she was in a daze.

Su Xiyu and the other three immediately came to greet her and led her to the training ground.

But their methods are much gentler than the previous three.

Shen Sanruo then treated this as a relaxation activity.

Of the four of them, Ye Huai and Bai Ruoan had not yet recovered, and Su Xiyu was a Dan cultivator who was not good at attacking, so the only one who could truly fight her was Song Weiyan.

However, what really gave Shen Sangruo a headache was that Song Weiyan was a magic cultivator, and magic cultivators attack by forming hand seals and chanting incantations to unleash corresponding spells.

But Song Weiyan didn't chant incantations; he sang them.

As for his singing skills, well, it's hard to describe.

Sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes mournful, sometimes melancholic; an outsider might think someone had passed away.

Bai Ruoan smiled faintly, "It's been a long time since I've heard Second Senior Brother chant his incantation; it still sounds so familiar."

After a pause, he added, "It sounds just like my grandma talking in her sleep in the middle of the night."

Shen Sangruo always felt that Bai Ruoan had a kind of calm madness about him, a feeling of being alive but barely alive.

Ye Huai's assessment was even more direct: "It's grating and unpleasant to listen to."

"Senior Brother, your words are really hurtful." Song Weiyan had a long face, as if she had suffered a great blow.

Then he sang even louder.

Shen Sangruo: ...

Has anyone considered her feelings?
After the competition, only Shen Sangruo suffered a serious ear injury.

Purely psychological attack.

Fortunately, Su Xiyu appeared with four bowls of soup, saving her.

"Everyone must be tired. I specially cooked four bowls of soup for you. Come and have a taste." Su Xiyu said with a smile.

The three people other than Shen Sangruo all retreated more than ten meters as if they had seen a flood or a ferocious beast.

Their years of experience told them that Su Xiyu at this moment was no different from a poison master holding poison.

"Fourth Junior Sister, if we drink this soup, how can we survive?" Song Weiyan asked fearfully.

Su Xiyu rolled her eyes. "You don't know what's good for you. I'll give it to my junior sister."

She held the bowl and turned to Shen Sangruo on the other side.

Judging from the reactions of Song Weiyan and the others, the contents of this bowl... are very likely some kind of bizarre dish.

Shen Sangruo felt some resistance, but seeing Su Xiyu's expectant gaze, she couldn't bear to refuse.

It's just a bowl of soup; at most, it'll only cause some damage to your tongue.

She smiled brightly at Su Xiyu, "Then thank you very much, Senior Sister Su."

"Junior Sister is still the best." Su Xiyu happily handed her a bowl of soup, then said sarcastically to the other three, "Unlike some people, who don't even dare to drink a bowl of soup."

Song Weiyan and the others remained unmoved, still believing that their own lives were more important.

Looking at Shen Sangruo taking the soup, I sighed again.

Their poor junior sister hadn't even officially joined the sect yet, and Su Xiyu had already messed with her. There was nothing they could do; Su Xiyu didn't even spare Immortal Lord Changli and Daoist Wuwei, so they dared not speak out against her anger.

Shen Sangruo had already prepared herself for death, but when she saw the soup in the bowl, she was stunned.

"Mung bean soup?"

The soup is light green and has a faint aroma of mung beans, making it a feast for both the eyes and the palate.

It doesn't look like a culinary disaster at all.

“Yes.” Su Xiyu nodded. “It’s delicious, you should try it.”

The mung bean soup was incredibly delicious, with a sweet but not cloying flavor that spread throughout her mouth. The mung beans were smooth and the soup was refreshingly sweet, making it far more amazing than any mung bean soup she had ever had before.

"It's delicious." Shen Sangruo's fatigue seemed to have been taken away.

"Of course." Su Xiyu proudly raised her head. "Junior Sister really knows how to appreciate things."

Song Weiyan and the others seemed to have witnessed something extraordinary.

It really was just mung bean soup?
Has Su Xiyu changed her personality?
"You three over there, this is your last chance. If you don't drink it, I'm taking it away."

“I can vouch for you, Senior Sister Su’s mung bean soup is delicious,” Shen Sangruo added from the side.

The three of them finally dispelled their doubts.

If Su Xiyu doesn't overdo it, her cooking is definitely worth trying.

"Isn't this a conditioned reflex? Fourth Junior Sister, give me a bowl." Song Weiyan said with a chuckle.

However, upon seeing the bowl of soup in her hand, Song Weiyan looked troubled.

"Are you sure this is really mung bean soup? Junior sister, do you think it tastes good?"

Song Weiyan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Shen Sangruo, not understanding, said, "Senior Sister Su did give me mung bean soup, and it really was delicious."

"Come and take a look." Song Weiyan showed her the "mung bean soup" in her hand.

The soup in the bowl was a dull green color, and there were also some soup pieces that looked like small animal feet floating on the surface.

“This…” Shen Sangruo couldn’t help but widen her eyes slightly.

It was completely different from the mung bean soup she drank.

"Mung bean, frog, and plum soup, or simply mung bean soup for short," Su Xiyu explained with a smile.

The ingredients include mung beans, so how can it not be considered mung bean soup?

Shen Sanruo couldn't understand how Su Xiyu had connected these three things.

She finally understood why Song Weiyan and the others had reacted that way.

It's hard to imagine that the bowl of mung bean soup she drank and this bowl of "mung bean soup" were made by the same person.

Generally speaking, once a cultivator reaches a certain level of cultivation, they no longer need to eat.

Besides alchemy, Su Xiyu's favorite thing is cooking, and she is indeed a skilled cook. However, she prefers to study some strange and unusual recipes.

There was no other purpose than to torment her sworn brothers.

"Then why is Junior Sister's mung bean soup really just mung bean soup?" Song Weiyan was observant.

"Can our junior sister be the same as you?"

She was too busy admiring Shen Sangruo.

Shen Sangruo was flattered and silently thanked Su Xiyu for not being "poisonous".

"This is discrimination!" Song Weiyan protested.

"Are you going to drink it or not?" Su Xiyu asked threateningly.

"I won't drink!" Song Weiyan said firmly.

The two immediately engaged in a chase, which was quite chaotic.

Bai Ruoan, always eager for a good show, exclaimed, "Great! It's all in chaos now, let's drink it while it's hot!"

Ye Huai secretly poured out the "mung bean soup".

Shen Sangruo looked at the scene before her, shook her head and sighed, but a faint smile remained on her lips.

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