Chapter 165: Watch Me Slay the Heart Demon with My Greatsword
Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Watch Me Slay the Heart Demon with My Greatsword
The moment the Mep Milk Tea was in his hands, Fang Xian knew his compromise had been the right decision.
This was his second cup.
Compared to the lemon tea, the name "Mep Milk Tea" was far more eye-catching.
The sides of the cup were covered in beads of condensation as the ice cubes shifted within. A slight chill seeped through his skin and settled deep in his heart, calming his irritation.
He took a huge gulp. The slush, mixed with fruit pulp, rushed into his mouth. A sweetness bloomed within the chill, spreading until the essence of the milk tea had conquered his tongue.
It was a gentle invasion that left Fang Xian with no will to resist.
He just stood there, dazed, holding the milk tea and grinning foolishly.
What looked like an ordinary tea had effortlessly upended his understanding. The ultimate enjoyment of sight and taste made Fang Xian wish he could drown in it.
One sip and his soul was taken.
And just like that, Fang Xian was conquered.
"Boss Lu, I was rude earlier."
Fang Xian sincerely apologized to Lu Wu. After receiving a dismissive wave from her, he still felt guilty.
Soon, Fang Xian made a decision.
To show his remorse, he decided to buy a few more cups of milk tea. He was so devout, Boss Lu would surely feel his sincerity.
He wasn’t asking for much. He only hoped that after Boss Lu received his sincerity, she would put a little more lemon in his Smashed Lemon tea.
He had seen it clearly.
Everyone else’s cups had five or six slices of lemon, and even a whole small lime.
Only his was short-changed.
This little act of revenge from Boss Lu left Fang Xian suffering in silence.
Fortunately, Boss Lu hadn’t played any tricks with the Mep Milk Tea. The brown sugar pearls were soft and springy, and Fang Xian found himself chewing them, reluctant to swallow.
After a few sips, Fang Xian’s head felt cool and refreshed.
So refreshing!
To share this wonderful feeling with more people, Fang Xian carried his cup over to an ascetic.
This ascetic had started his training earlier than him and had a steadfast will.
Even with so many people buying milk tea, this ascetic remained unmoved.
Having just experienced pure bliss, Fang Xian desperately wanted to "save" the other man.
’It’s absolutely not because I have a grudge against this ascetic that I’m deliberately trying to corrupt his state of mind.’
’I’m not the type to hold a grudge over every little thing.’
HUFF! HUFF! HUFF!
Fang Xian squatted just two steps away from the ascetic, blowing gently to waft the fragrance of the milk tea in front of him.
The scent was impossible to ignore—rich and mellow.
The ascetic, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, felt his brow twitch. He was in the middle of calming his mind.
He had to admit, the noise from outside and the customers’ endless praise for the milk tea were affecting him a little. But since he had entered the path of Ascetic practice, he had long been prepared to resist temptation.
’It’s just milk tea. How could it possibly rival my years of Ascetic cultivation?’
He silently recited his Magic Formulas, sinking himself into endless darkness.
With his eyes closed, his other senses became even sharper.
A faint, elusive fragrance drifted at the tip of his nose, gathering in his lungs little by little with every breath he took.
The sweet aroma reminded the ascetic of his old Heart Demon.
It was a Demoness from the Hehuan Sect, bewitchingly beautiful, her every move enough to steal one’s soul.
’I fell in love with her at first sight.’
’After that, I frantically chased after her, begging for her love.’
’Unfortunately, she never even gave me a proper look.’
’When you love someone, you shouldn’t count the cost of your own devotion.’
’I believed that absolute sincerity could move mountains.’
’I chased and chased and chased, until finally the Demoness, annoyed by my persistence, slapped me so hard she nearly sent me to see King Yan.’
’I finally realized that what separated us wasn’t just our difference in status, but also our cultivation. From then on, that Demoness became my Heart Demon.’
’But that slap also knocked some sense into me. After some painful reflection, I decided to forget those rosy-cheeked skeletons and resolutely threw myself onto the path of Ascetic cultivation.’
’One must endure the greatest hardships to rise above others.’
’When that day comes, I will definitely reclaim my dignity from that Demoness.’
"Huh?"
He wondered in confusion.
’It’s been a long time since I last thought of this Demoness, ever since I chose to slay my Heart Demon. Why am I remembering her now?’
His thoughts began to spin.
Within the originally dark space, a figure flickered in and out of existence.
Her snow-white skin seemed to glow, and her natural scent was so alluring he didn’t dare to breathe it in too deeply.
His mind wavered, and his mental world began to change.
"No!"
He screamed in his mind, ’I don’t want to see that Demoness who slapped me ever again!’
’A man’s face needs to be protected too, you know!’
But alas, his mental world didn’t heed his cries. The shadow grew clearer, its features faintly visible, as captivating as she had been back then.
"No!"
He fell into despair.
’I remember how that slap hurt for three days and three nights! I never want to relive those days of being mocked for my pig-swollen face!’
The shadow continued to shift.
Only that rich, sweet fragrance made him realize that the person from his past had truly reappeared.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the graceful, shadowy figure transformed into... a cup of milk tea.
"Huh?"
’White and fragrant.’
’It’s milk tea, alright.’
The ascetic’s face darkened.
’I was scared for nothing.’
’That’s right, this is the sacred ground of a Buddhist Sect. How could that Demoness possibly come here?’
’Mm, looks like the milk tea stirred up my desires. But I’m confident I can easily extinguish this little craving.’
"Break!"
he roared, his eyes flashing with a bright light.
"You’re just a mere milk tea! Watch me tear you to shreds!"
’I have a feeling that if I can overcome this Heart Demon, my cultivation will advance to the next level.’
’And the best way to defeat a Heart Demon is to face it head-on.’
So he opened his eyes.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a gentle warmth on his skin.
His vision cleared, and the person standing before him came into view.
Her features were as lovely as a painting, and she wore a soft, enchanting smile.
Her every movement held a natural charm, and the allure in her gaze struck him straight in the soul.
THUMP!
His heart was struck.
Just like the first time he saw her.
"Demoness!"
he screamed, his voice cracking.
"No, that’s not right. How can you be here? It must be a dream! No, no, an illusion!"
He didn’t want to see her, not even in a dream.
He activated his Magic Formulas, trying to break free from the Illusion Realm, but no matter how he used his Cultivation Technique, the woman before him continued to watch him with a smile.
Her gaze was still high and mighty, looking at him as if he were dog shit on the side of the road.
"Bro, what’s wrong with you?"
Fang Xian scratched his head, watching the man’s frantic display.
’This rival of mine certainly has profound Power. My Great Milk Tea Temptation Technique failed.’
He had been about to give up, but then the man opened his eyes and suddenly went berserk, as if he’d seen a demon.
’But the person standing in front of him is clearly a peerless beauty.’
"Tell me this isn’t real."
After Fang Xian spoke, the ascetic grabbed onto him like a lifeline.
"Bro, I’m not into men."
The sudden movement made Fang Xian’s hand tremble, and he dropped his milk tea.
Just as the cup was about to hit the ground, much to Fang Xian’s dismay, a hand reached out from the side and caught it.
The fingers were slender and long, with skin whiter than frost and snow, a beauty further accentuated by the vermilion nail polish.
This perfect hand passed the milk tea to Fang Xian.
"Be more careful. You can’t let Boss Lu’s craftsmanship go to waste. Otherwise, I’ll get angry."