CFSMS -Chapter 138 So-called Fate Is Naturally “Yuan”

Dropping her freshly packed luggage, Lu Wu was going through the ingredients needed for two kinds of food.

A lot of them.

She made a checklist and prepared to go out shopping.

They had to open tomorrow—time was tight.

“System, can I do a buy-one-get-one-free deal?”

Lu Wu was talking about two completely opposite foods: snail noodles and crab roe burgers. With how strongly flavored snail noodles were, she wasn’t sure whether cultivators of the Qingyuan Realm could accept that “odor attack.”

【No!】

The system’s response left Lu Wu deeply disappointed.

As soon as she stepped out, she was surrounded by several people.

“Boss Lu, I’ll miss you.”

It was Shan Hanzhi.

“Boss Lu, when I’m done with my sect matters, can I come find you?”

Zhang Yue fiddled with her fingers, looking at Lu Wu expectantly.

Qin Zhan and Jiang Yunhe also had similar expressions. After receiving messages from their sects, they couldn’t leave for now.

Only Lou Xiaotian, as a truly free man, grinned slyly. He pulled his luggage out from his storage space, slung it on his back, and began making faces at the others in blatant show-off.

Boss Lu goes, I go.

With those annoying people gone, he would finally have his chance to “rise to power.”

A series of sharp glares flew his way, but Lou Xiaotian ignored them completely.

Lu Wu, however, looked at him in surprise.

“You’re leaving too?”

Why didn’t he tell her in advance?

“Yeah, Boss Lu, what about you?”

Lou Xiaotian answered casually, only realizing something was off after speaking.

“I’m not leaving.”

Lu Wu lifted the basket in her hand. “I’m just going to buy some ingredients.”

“What?”

Lou Xiaotian shouted, his luggage falling to the ground with a loud crash. He didn’t even care.

The sky had collapsed!

He stared at Lu Wu in shock, his big eyes filled with despair.

Boss Lu wasn’t going back!

“Then I also—”

Before he could find an excuse, someone covered his mouth.

It was Qin Zhan.

“Heh heh, brother, I know you’ve been away from home for a long time and want to go back. We support you, really. Go on, go now. We’ll miss you.”

Qin Zhan firmly cut off any chance of Lou Xiaotian turning traitor. With a look, Jiang Yunhe immediately stepped over.

He didn’t even seem to do anything, yet Lou Xiaotian’s body went limp. After Qin Zhan let go, Lou Xiaotian’s mouth opened and closed—but no sound came out.

Zhang Yue even summoned a ghost spirit, which carried Lou Xiaotian toward the teleportation array.

Seeing this, Shan Hanzhi took out a communication talisman to contact the law enforcement team of Yuanhai City, requesting assistance—ensuring Lou Xiaotian would be sent off smoothly and would not be able to speak a single word before reaching his destination.

Lu Wu watched this scene with teary eyes.

Ah, so this is brotherhood that moves heaven and earth? How enviable. Good thing she would never have it in this life.

In the neighboring courtyard, Old Man Li, who had been quietly observing the whole scene, silently kicked his luggage into a corner.

Going back was impossible.

As the strongest guardian, he still had to stay on duty.

After the “attention magnet” left, the remaining few instantly felt refreshed, as if a weight had been lifted.

“Boss Lu, where are we buying ingredients? I’ll go with you.”

Qin Zhan straightened his posture, fully embracing his identity as the number-one tool man.

Boss Lu must have stayed for him.

So touching!

From single-player carrying to a five-person squad, Lu Wu—now a one-vs-four carry—led a group of complete market beginners through the bustling marketplace, buying a large amount of ingredients.

But when they saw Lu Wu reach for the uniquely pungent pickled bamboo shoots, they all froze in confusion.

That smell… feels a bit off.

Can humans even eat that?

Faced with their doubts, Lu Wu didn’t explain. Instead, she mysteriously told them to wait.

Both dishes required time.

Especially the crab roe burger—it even needed burger buns prepared in advance. So for the rest of the day, Lu Wu stayed busy in the kitchen.

Flour was kneaded into dough and left to ferment.

Having magic really helped—fermentation was basically one-click acceleration.

Still, she had to knead the dough again halfway to release air, divide it into portions, and let it undergo a second fermentation until it expanded again.

Looking at the smooth dough surface, Lu Wu brushed it with egg wash and sprinkled sesame seeds for decoration.

She didn’t have an oven—but she had an automatic flame.

Even Huohuo was dragged into labor.

Flames spread out, wrapping each dough ball and baking them at high temperature.

The aroma of bread spread uncontrollably through the air. The group squatting at the kitchen door followed the flickering flames with their eyes.

About fifteen minutes later, the bread was done.

Hot. Very hot.

But they couldn’t wait.

They were cultivators—what was fire to them?

They forgot this wasn’t ordinary flame.

“Hiss—my hand!”

Qin Zhan grimaced, tossing the bread back and forth between his hands, trying to cool it through brute force.

The lingering heat had already burned his palms red. If he weren’t physically tough, he would’ve blistered.

Learning from his mistake, the others became more cautious.

They used spiritual energy to float the bread in front of them and gently blew on it to cool it down.

Old Man Li, however, calmly used a spell with a flick of his hand—the heat dissipated instantly.

A true “heat-removal technique.”

He tore open the still-warm bread, revealing a soft white interior filled with air pockets, steam rising from it.

The rich wheat aroma made him close his eyes in enjoyment.

The inside was soft, but the crust was crisp.

The freshly baked bread had a golden crust that made a light crunch when pressed before springing back.

This bread was meant for crab roe burgers, so it needed elasticity for texture.

Old Man Li tore off a piece and tasted it carefully.

Beyond the wheat aroma, he also tasted rich milk fragrance and butter.

The flavors blended together, infused into every corner of the bread during baking.

Soon, one bread was gone.

His claws reached for the second, and everyone else followed suit.

Even the big yellow dog ate one after another, and Huohuo expanded itself just to eat more.

In the end, even plain bread made everyone and beast completely full, and the entire batch was wiped out.

Old Man Li lay in the courtyard, holding a teacup while enjoying the feeding, feeling very pleased. He even sent several portions of bread into the “Baozi Sect” for a lottery.

“Those destined shall obtain it.”

So-called fate—was naturally “yuan” (money).

“Senior, I’ll take one portion.”

The message came from Daoist Tianfeng. Seeing the quantity offered, Old Man Li nodded.

A teachable junior.

He cast a spell and teleported the bread over, using a separate batch.

The rest of the Baozi Sect disciples could only rely on “fate” to compete for the remaining three portions.

Two catches with one bait—fishermen never leave empty-handed.

After feeding the “fish” a bit, Old Man Li looked at another message from Shan Ji and replied in a good mood:

“Proceed as you wish. I will act if anything happens.”