CFSMS -Chapter 120 The First Move in Battle: Burp

“Junior Sister, just do your best in this tournament. As long as you’re not dead last, it’ll be fine.”

Not far from Lu Wu, a gentle-looking senior brother was comforting a nervous junior sister—or at least, that was how he saw it.

In Lu Wu’s eyes, the junior sister looked incredibly calm.

Holding a sword and standing among the crowd, she was as cold as frost and proud as snow, radiating the aura of an unstoppable protagonist.

The female lead herself has appeared.

And every female lead was bound to have some scheming male supporting character by her side.

Like that senior brother.

He kept saying it was okay if she lost, but every word was secretly pouring oil on the fire.

The match hadn’t even started, yet he was already acting as though his junior sister couldn’t win. Constantly undermining her confidence—classic vicious male supporting character behavior.

As for his motive…

Lu Wu’s imagination immediately kicked into overdrive.

Unable to look away, she continued staring.

The woman, having been watched for too long, followed the gaze and found Lu Wu smiling mysteriously at her.

“Hello.”

Realizing she’d been caught, Lu Wu quickly greeted her.

The woman paused, confusion flashing through her eyes as if silently asking, Who are you?

Still, she politely nodded back.

Satisfied, Lu Wu resumed searching for other potential protagonist candidates.

Meanwhile, Qin Zhan—the textbook Long Aotian-style protagonist—stood nearby watching Boss Lu casually making connections left and right.

He had no ambitions of becoming the male lead.

He only wanted to firmly secure his position as Toolman Number One.

And now, he felt a tremendous sense of crisis.

Did I do something wrong?

Has Boss Lu become disappointed in me?

My toolman cultivation clearly isn’t high enough.

No, I have to work harder and make sure I keep my Number One spot.

As for whether there were Toolmen Number Three, Four, or even Thirty and Forty beneath him, he didn’t care.

Number One was the special one.

“Boss Lu, the tournament will last all day. Here, have some fruit while you watch.”

Qin Zhan produced several rare spiritual fruits and handed them over.

At the same time, he began wondering whether he should bring some sect specialties the next time he returned home, so Boss Lu could nourish her body.

One bite into the fruit, and the abundant spiritual energy instantly brightened Lu Wu’s mood.

Meanwhile, in the area reserved for the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, everyone watched in disbelief as their senior brother humbled himself before Boss Lu like a devoted lapdog.

They simply couldn’t bear to look.

This is outrageous.

Senior Brother is disgracing the Holy Sword Sect!

What will outsiders think of us?

Move aside! Let me bear this humiliation instead!

Why can’t I be the one standing there?

Boss Lu, you already keep two dogs. How about… raising a few more?

We’re definitely not doing this for the pancakes.

We just want to be dogs.

If dogs won’t do, birds are fine too.

Chirp chirp?

Huohuo hopped onto Lu Wu’s head to gain a better vantage point, her little green-bean eyes scanning for the source of all those hostile gazes.

Someone wanted to harm a bird.

That was absolutely unacceptable.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion of spiritual arts erupted from the arena platform.

Anyone who made it onto the stage possessed real strength.

This was already the tenth match.

The weakest competitors were at least at the Initial Golden Core Realm.

As a tiny Initial Foundation Establishment cultivator, Lu Wu estimated that if she stepped onto the arena, she’d probably be treated like some roadside minion and casually eliminated during the chaos.

The kind that didn’t even count as a kill.

Sword cultivators.

Formation cultivators.

Talisman cultivators.

Poison cultivators.

All kinds of specialists displayed their skills to the fullest.

Spells flashed brilliantly across the arena.

Lu Wu’s eyes filled with tears.

Not from emotion.

The light was simply too blinding.

A tiny Foundation Establishment cultivator has it rough…

Wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes, she straightened up.

The next match would be Zhang Yue’s.

The woman was incredibly busy. Even her pancakes were purchased through Lou Xiaotian as a proxy.

Despite being moments away from stepping onto the stage, she was still crouched in a corner, happily munching on a pancake.

On the arena, the referee who had just announced the previous match’s result turned to look at Zhang Yue—currently resembling a squirrel hoarding food—and desperately signaled with his eyes for her to pay attention to her image.

Why were the disciples of the Ghost Sect always doing things that barely qualified as human behavior?

“Gimme a sec… almost done…”

Zhang Yue swallowed a mouthful of pancake, her words coming out garbled.

Only after her opponent had already stepped onto the stage did she finally stuff the last bite into her mouth, wipe the crumbs from her lips, and walk up.

“I am a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. Please enlighten me.”

Beast Taming Sect versus Ghost Sect.

This was the first truly evenly matched battle since the tournament had begun.

“Hello, I’m… burp…”

After devouring four or five pancakes in one sitting, Zhang Yue had eaten a little too much.

She genuinely wanted to be polite.

Unfortunately, her stomach had other plans.

A long, lingering burp escaped.

The breeze carried the remaining fragrance of pancakes from her body directly into her opponent’s face.

The Beast Taming Sect disciple’s expression darkened immediately.

Provocation.

This is definitely provocation!

Nearby spectators, however, swallowed involuntarily.

“I’ve been watching her this whole time. I just want to know one thing—where did she buy those pancakes? They smell ridiculously good. I’m getting hungry.”

The spectator rubbed his stomach miserably.

Sitting in the front row already meant risking being blasted by the aftermath of the battle.

Now they also had to endure food broadcasts.

Life was hard.

Compensation!

At minimum, the price of two pancakes!

“It’s Boss Lu’s pancakes.”

A voice suddenly drifted up from behind him.

Turning around, the spectator saw a suspicious-looking fellow stealthily slipping a small card into his hand.

Three bold words were written on it:

Bun Cult

On the back was the slogan:

Above heaven and below earth, only the Bun Cult shall endure forever.

“Brother, our Cult Leader is Boss Lu. Join us, and you’ll get to eat Purehearted Meat Buns, Love-Until-Death Pork Knuckles, Heart-Chilling Ice Jelly, Fragrant-at-Night Skewers, and Boss Lu’s latest masterpiece—the Pancake Fruit Cake!”

“And let me tell you, the Bun Cult also gets random benefits personally issued by Boss Lu…”

The cult member grew increasingly enthusiastic as he promoted the organization and described Lu Wu’s delicacies in loving detail.

Several nearby spectators pretended not to listen.

Yet their eyes kept sneaking over.

“So, want to join?”

After talking himself hoarse, the cult member looked at the spectator expectantly.

“I’ll join! If he won’t, I will!”

An auntie nearby pressed a handkerchief to the tears of envy gathering at the corner of her mouth and declared loudly.

“Who said I wasn’t joining?”

The previously hesitant spectator immediately clicked the registration link.

“Me too!”

“I’m joining as well!”

A crowd instantly responded.

The cult member, having completed this month’s performance quota in one stroke, gazed reverently in Lu Wu’s direction.

Cult Leader, may your light shine upon even more people.

Wherever your radiance reaches, there shall be disciples of our faith.

May the Bun Cult endure forever!

Commercial break over.

Back to the main feature.

On the stage, convinced he had been mocked, the Beast Taming Sect disciple struck first.

With a wave of his hand, two demonic beasts appeared.

A tiger beast.

And an eagle beast.

One controlled the land, the other the sky.

Both battlefield advantages were his.

He wanted to see exactly how his opponent planned to win.

The corners of his mouth nearly curled into the heavens.

Above them, the eagle beast circled.

Its enormous body blotted out the sun and cast a vast shadow over the arena.

As ruler of the skies, it cried sharply, hook-like talons gleaming as it intimidated its enemy.

Very imposing.

Unfortunately, the display lasted less than two seconds.

Its feathers suddenly exploded outward, and it nearly fell from the sky.

“Chirp! Chirp!”

Huohuo could no longer tolerate it.

Staring at the eagle beast with her little green-bean eyes, she let out an angry cry.

I am the true ruler of the skies!

A mere eagle dares fly above my head?

And it even dares make Little Wu look up at it?

How bold!

Get it!