“Hey, brother up front, make some room! Give me a little space so I can see what new milk teas there are today!”

“Brother, that little trick of yours won’t work. If I give you my spot, are you really going to give it back?”

“Ehehe.” He tilted his head, stuck out his tongue, and feigned innocence.

“Get lost!”

…

This was the fourth day Lu Wu had set up her stall. Customers swarmed in, and the entrance to the Heavenly Buddha Temple was packed to the gills.

In the jostling crowd, many people couldn’t even see the sign hanging on the stall and were getting very anxious.

“Dammit, you old rascal! You said we’d get up and climb the mountain together this morning. How come you got up early and didn’t even call me? Is this what you call brotherhood?”

“No, brother, you’re mistaken. I didn’t get up secretly. I didn’t sleep a wink all night. I came to climb the mountain last night.”

“…You’re ruthless. So how come you’re still so far back in line?”

“Because there were even more ruthless people who never went down the mountain yesterday and have been waiting here for Boss Lu all this time.”

“…”

“Can’t compete, just can’t compete.”

It was hard to imagine that a group of Cultivators would go to such lengths for Boss Lu.

Staying up all night on a mountain peak, enduring the cold wind, all for a cup of milk tea.

“ACHOO, ACHOO…”

Quite a few customers were sneezing, rubbing their red noses and pulling their coats tighter.

There was nothing to be done. Right now, their bodies were like those of ordinary people. They’d caught a bit of a chill from the cold wind all night, but that was nothing.

Even if they had a raging fever, even if they were seeing stars, nothing could stop their passion for milk tea.

“Brothers, we’ve got intel from the front! Today’s milk teas are Strawberry Milkshake, Sakura Latte, Milk with Grass Jelly, and Mango Sundae.”

“Wow, I’ve never heard of any of these names! What are grass jelly and sundae?”

“Who cares what they are? As long as they taste good.”

In contrast to the customers’ soaring enthusiasm, Lu Wu, who was busy selling, looked a bit miserable.

The new items piqued the customers’ curiosity, so she had to spend her time explaining the ingredients to them as she sold the drinks.

“The so-called grass jelly is just made by adding water to grass jelly powder. It’s very simple. The firmness is determined by the amount of water you add.”

“What’s a sundae?”

“A sundae is just made with ice cream and mango jam.”

“What? You’re asking what ice cream is? Brother, you’re asking a few too many questions.”

Lu Wu could barely keep up with all the questions.

She looked up at the sea of people before her and found it hard to imagine how today would end.

“Boss Lu, don’t worry. Our temple is already prepared to receive them.”

The Heavenly Buddha Temple was situated here to suppress a Demon, but it wasn’t some secluded Sect. A portion of the Heavenly Buddha Temple was opened for tours, precisely for the revenue.

Thanks to Lu Wu’s appearance, the foot traffic here had surged.

In the past few days, the Heavenly Buddha Temple had collected a lot from ticket sales, making a huge profit. As for the troubles brought by the large crowds, they weren’t worth mentioning.

Chan Yu said with a gentle smile, not minding in the slightest.

He was holding a sundae and eating it slowly.

The fine ice crystals were infused with the sweet fragrance of ripe mango. The first sensation upon touching it with his tongue was an intense cold that made him flinch slightly.

But soon, sweetness blossomed in his mouth.

The mellow sorbet had very little of the mango’s fibrous texture, and the pulp was spread over the top layer, allowing Chan Yu to eat with great satisfaction.

The ice shavings slowly melted upon feeling the warmth of his tongue. The low temperature slightly dulled his sense of taste, and it wasn’t until the sundae slid down his throat with the jam that the lingering aftertaste of vanilla and cream revealed its true self.

“SSS-HA!”

‘A little cold.’ Chan Yu looked at the goosebumps that had appeared on his skin, pursed his lips, and continued to enjoy it.

‘This is delicious.’

After they started drinking milk tea these past few days, more and more of the vegetarian meals at the Buddhist Temple were being left over each day.

The head monk in charge of cooking was starting to have an existential crisis.

Even the stray cats and dogs that the Heavenly Buddha Temple used to feed seemed to have started turning their noses up at the bland vegetarian food, which meant the monks had to eat leftovers this morning.

‘Can’t let it go to waste.’

The trickling coolness seeped into his mind, clearing his thoughts and dispelling all distractions.

The questions about his cultivation that had accumulated in his heart began to slowly melt away at this moment. He was starting to attain enlightenment.

Nearby, Xia Yi sensed the faint Buddhist light flickering around Chan Yu and took a few steps away from him.

‘Of all things, we Hehuan Sect disciples hate these stubborn bald donkeys the most. Their mouths are full of grand principles, and when they can’t win an argument, they’ll just hit you with a ‘Purifying Buddhist Light’ and claim they’re cleansing your ‘filthy soul’.’

‘As if we Hehuan Sect disciples are something to be ashamed of.’

‘But human love and desire are perfectly ordinary.’

‘Just because you monks are celibate doesn’t mean you can expect everyone else to be celibate with you.’

‘My path to the Dao is through emotion. What’s wrong with being a little indulgent?’

Xia Yi complained inwardly, but her gaze swept over all the customers present.

She had received news that the cannon fodder the traitor had found had backed out. This last-minute betrayal meant he couldn’t find any help, and he would probably have to show up himself today.

This time, she wanted to see how he could possibly hide.

“Xiao Wuwu, can I have another sundae?”

Her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of milk left on her lips. Xia Yi gave a seductive smile, her body leaning in towards Lu Wu, clearly trying to use her charm to get special treatment.

‘Hehuan Sect disciples aren’t picky.’

‘Besides, Xiao Wuwu is so exceptional. I like her a lot.’

“No.”

Lu Wu refused flatly.

Glancing at the other woman’s flirtatious, silky gaze, Lu Wu didn’t dare to look again.

‘My Dao heart is as unyielding as iron.’

‘I won’t fall for it and let this little demon suck me dry of my essence.’

“Stingy.”

Xia Yi muttered, pinching Lu Wu’s cheek before giving a satisfied smile and melting into the sea of people.

‘I have to hide. What if I scare off that traitor?’

At that moment, on the mountain path, Han Wenzheng was struggling to climb. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting heavily.

‘This is too hard.’

Hehuan Sect disciples didn’t focus on cultivating the physical body. With his Spiritual Power sealed by the great formation, his body was weak and limp. He had only been climbing for a short while and already felt completely drained.

Seeing many other climbers overtake him, Han Wenzheng, who prided himself on being someone of importance, felt a bitter resentment.

He had the will to compete, but not the strength.

“Move, you useless legs, move!”

He slapped his thighs, his face deathly pale. He was starting to wonder if he would even make it up the mountain alive.

After all, there was only one path to the back of the Heavenly Buddha Temple, and that path was located inside the temple grounds.

Fortunately, that area was open to the public.

Thinking of that legendary figure, Han Wenzheng gave himself a pep talk.

“Come on, you can do it.”

“Once you find that senior, you’ll be able to teach a lesson to all those people who looked down on you.”

‘Weren’t Hehuan Sect disciples supposed to be indiscriminate? Why didn’t that apply to him?’

‘All he did was take a fancy to a demon beast and want to dual-cultivate with it. How was that a taboo? Why did they have to expel him from the Sect?’

In a fit of anger, he had stolen a treasure from the Sect, killed a few people, and fled.

There were definitely people behind him in hot pursuit, wanting to clean up the Sect, but he wasn’t panicking.

He was familiar with the methods of Hehuan Sect disciples.

As long as it wasn’t that Demoness Xia Yi, he was confident he could handle any of the other disciples.

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