Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Heaven Will Punish the Wicked

"Ow."

"Gently, gently! Don’t kick my family jewels! My mom is still counting on me to carry on the family line."

"Holy crap, who’s tickling the soles of my feet? Dude, you’re too cruel! AHAHAHA, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The depositor was beaten until he was crying and howling, occasionally bursting into laughter like a madman, but no one there sympathized with him.

Their milk tea, which they’d resisted so much temptation to save, was gone just like that. And he had the nerve to cry.

"Shut up!"

In the end, the depositor’s wails were silenced by a stinky sock shoved into his mouth.

The toxic gas attack nearly made the depositor pass out.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went limp.

This atrocity of dozens of people beating up one person was taking place on the sacred grounds of the Heavenly Buddha Temple, a holy site of the Buddhist Sect.

A few monks who didn’t know what was going on tried to stop them, but after hearing the full story, they made sure to add a kick of their own whenever they passed by.

’So shameless. He was just asking for a beating.’

’He deserved it.’

After venting their frustration, the customers who had lost their milk tea wiped the tears from their eyes and looked at Lu Wu with pitiful expressions.

Lu Wu got the message.

The drama was spectacular, and she did feel for these customers.

’It’s just that there’s nothing I can do.’

She looked up and pointed at the line that stretched as far as the eye could see, indicating that she was powerless to help.

The waiting customers would never let these unlucky souls cut in line. In fact, they were quite enjoying the show.

After all, many customers enjoyed being obnoxious, flaunting their milk tea by sipping it as they walked from the front of the line to the back.

People had long been itching for something like this to happen. Now that this group had been "betrayed," the others were happy to see it.

With no other choice, the unlucky ones had to accept their loss.

Eventually, all the "deposited" Spirit Stones were returned by the young man. He sat on the ground, rubbing his sore body and making funny faces as he grimaced in pain.

But there was no regret in his eyes.

’In fact, this was his plan from the very beginning.’

’He had arrived late, and who knew when his turn would come if he waited in line like everyone else? He might have ended up with nothing.’

’To guarantee he’d get a milk tea, he had to take a desperate risk.’

’After observing the situation for a long time, he came up with the brilliant "deposit" strategy.’

’Sure enough, the customers fell for it.’

And so, he got to drink every flavor of milk tea available that day. His body was in agony, but his soul was fulfilled.

As for the Spirit Stones, they were just a front. He didn’t feel the slightest pang at returning them.

"HISS!"

He sucked in a sharp breath as he stood up. Facing the customers’ gazes—some filled with resentment, others with the respect one gives a warrior—he lifted his chin, as proud as a flamboyant peacock.

Except this peacock was a little bald.

After straightening his tattered clothes and smoothing over his bird’s nest hair, which was now missing a few patches, he sauntered past the customers who still hadn’t gotten their drinks.

"Mission accomplished for the day, bros. I’ll be taking my leave."

Clearly, his shameless nature was hard to change.

In his eyes, taking a beating in exchange for so much milk tea was a total win.

And he just had to launch a psychological attack on the waiting customers before he left. His twisted sense of humor was truly one of a kind.

’I flick my sleeves, not taking a single cloud with me.’

Filled with this carefree thought, the depositor walked to the edge of the mountain path. He gazed at the churning sea of clouds, suddenly filled with heroic spirit, and felt the urge to compose a poem.

"Ah..."

He let out the opening note of his verse and took a step forward.

The next second!

"AHH!"

That sound turned into a bloodcurdling scream, accompanied by the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of him tumbling down the path.

It turned out that, dragging his beaten body, he hadn’t noticed the height of the stone step. When he stepped down, he lost his footing. His sore body couldn’t react in time, and just like that, he dramatically tumbled down the mountain path.

Leaving behind only a scream that echoed through the air.

"PFFT!"

"AHAHAHA!"

After a moment of shock, the customers on site burst into laughter.

"Serves you right! That’s what you get for showing off, kid."

The ones laughing the loudest were the customers whose milk tea had been stolen. A great deal of their frustration dissipated.

’Stealing our milk tea, huh? Even the heavens couldn’t stand to watch and decided to punish you.’

’Scumbags get what’s coming to them.’

"Rest in peace, my friend."

Lu Wu, who also noticed this scene, thought to herself.

’A physical body without Spiritual Power, tumbling down a mountain path that high... he’s probably seriously injured.’

Regarding this brother’s shamelessness, Lu Wu could only marvel at the sheer diversity of the customer species.

[DING!]

The system sent a notification. Lu Wu saw that the mission was complete.

Thanks to the huge crowd of customers, the mission for this third day of business was, as usual, completed ahead of schedule.

At the same time, a stream of pure Spiritual Power flowed into her body. As the Spiritual Power circulated within her, Lu Wu squinted her eyes in comfort.

After she finished her stall by the sea last time, she had reached Late-stage Foundation Establishment. Now, she had leaped straight to the Golden Core Stage.

For a Cultivator, the Golden Core Stage brings about a qualitative change.

Even within the Sealing Demon Formation, she could feel a change sprouting from deep within her flesh and blood.

A tingly, itchy sensation.

It felt strangely satisfying.

However, this change was quickly suppressed by the Array, preventing anyone from prying.

But one person present did notice something was amiss.

He glanced at the rosy-cheeked Lu Wu, then at the Ruyi hairpin she always wore, and smiled playfully.

He pulled back his hood, revealing his entire face. At that moment, everyone could see him. "Congratulations, young lady."

The senior-like address made Lu Wu look at the visitor.

He was a stranger.

But his voice was very familiar to Lu Wu. After all, she had been forced to play a high-stakes game with him after closing up shop yesterday.

Luckily, she had completed the game. Otherwise, someone would be collecting her corpse right about now.

With the Heavenly Buddha Temple so close by, Lu Wu felt a surge of confidence. She smiled and greeted him, "Senior, you’re here. This is today’s milk tea. What would you like to drink, Senior?"

She asked, her attitude casual.

’Of course, that was just from her perspective.’

But in the eyes of the other customers, this scene was anything but ordinary.

’They’re way too close.’

Most of the time, Boss Lu gave her customers the cold shoulder. When had she ever spoken to any of them in such a gentle tone?

Instantly, dozens of gazes snapped toward them, observing Lu Wu and this customer, pondering their relationship.

’Hmm... He’s handsome, with the natural air of a master, and a hint of wickedness about him. A handsome man of this caliber is top-tier even in the Green Origin Realm, and could easily attract naive young women.’

’Look at the customer in black, then look at Lu Wu.’

’They’re a pretty good match.’

’Could it be? Is Boss Lu getting a boss’s husband?’

’If that happens, does that mean we customers, who already rank low in Boss Lu’s heart, will be pushed even further back?’

The thought that Boss Lu might neglect them for this "boss’s husband" in the future, or even become so lost in love that she loses her passion for making food, ignited a fire in their hearts.

A fire that burned hotter and hotter.

"No way!"

At that moment, a wave of "malice" surged in the hearts of the many customers.

’Boss Lu belongs to everyone! No one can have her to themselves.’

Their overactive imaginations caused the way they looked at the man in black to turn dangerous.

But the man in black, now the target of a wolf pack’s stare, remained calm and composed. He paid no mind to the customers who were eyeing him like predators.

Because, physiologically speaking, they weren’t even the same species.

The Demon Clan was born between heaven and earth, nurtured by nature itself. In essence, they were masses of mutated Spiritual Energy. He was not human.

’In other words, he, the Demon Gu Yan, had stopped being human long ago.’

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