CFSMS -Chapter 165 Watch Me Slay My Inner Demon with a Broadsword

The moment the Mee-Pu Milk Tea landed in his hands, Fang Xian knew his compromise had been the right choice.

This was already his second cup.

Compared to lemon tea, the name Mee-Pu Milk Tea was far more eye-catching.

Droplets of condensation covered the cup. The ice cubes rubbed softly against each other, their chill traveling through his skin and straight into his heart, soothing away his irritation.

He took a huge sip.

The icy slush mixed with fruit pulp rushed into his mouth. Sweetness blossomed amid the coolness, spreading until every inch of his tongue was occupied by the tea’s flavor.

Faced with such a gentle invasion, Fang Xian couldn’t summon even the slightest resistance.

Standing there blankly, cradling his milk tea, he grinned foolishly.

What looked like an ordinary cup of tea had effortlessly overturned everything he thought he knew. The ultimate feast for both eyes and taste buds made him want nothing more than to drown in it forever.

One sip straight to the soul.

Fang Xian had been completely conquered.

“Boss Lu, I was rude earlier.”

He sincerely apologized to Lu Wu.

Even after receiving her casual wave of dismissal, Fang Xian still felt guilty.

Soon, he reached a decision.

To make amends, he would buy several more cups of milk tea.

He was being this sincere—Boss Lu would surely feel his heartfelt apology.

He wasn’t asking for much.

He only hoped that after receiving his sincerity, Boss Lu would put a little more lemon into his Violent Lemon Tea.

He had seen it clearly.

Everyone else’s cups contained five or six slices of lemon. Even the little green lemons were served whole.

Only his had been skimmed on.

Boss Lu’s petty revenge left Fang Xian suffering in silence.

Fortunately, she hadn’t played any tricks with the Mee-Pu Milk Tea.

The brown sugar pearls were soft and springy, so delicious that Fang Xian hated to swallow them.

After a few mouthfuls, his entire head felt pleasantly chilled.

It was amazing.

Wanting to share this wonderful sensation with more people, Fang Xian carried his cup over to a bitter cultivator nearby.

This cultivator had entered the sect before him and possessed an exceptionally steadfast will.

Despite the crowd buying milk tea around him, he remained unmoved.

Having just experienced supreme bliss himself, Fang Xian desperately wanted to “save” him.

It definitely wasn’t because he happened to have a grudge against this cultivator and had come specifically to damage his Dao Heart.

He certainly wasn’t the type to hold grudges.

Absolutely not.

“Hoooo…”

Squatting just two steps away, Fang Xian blew gently, sending the fragrance of the milk tea drifting toward the cultivator.

The aroma was impossible to ignore—rich and mellow.

The bitter cultivator’s eyebrows twitched.

He was meditating in peace.

He admitted that the noise outside and the endless praise being showered on the milk tea had affected him somewhat.

But once he had stepped onto the path of bitter cultivation, he had already prepared himself to resist temptation.

A mere milk tea?

How could it compare to years of arduous cultivation?

Silently reciting a mantra, he sank his consciousness into boundless darkness.

With his eyes closed, his other senses became even sharper.

The faint fragrance floated around the tip of his nose, gathering within his lungs with every breath.

The sweet aroma reminded him of a former inner demon.

An enchantress from the Hehuan Sect.

She had been breathtakingly beautiful, every gesture and glance capable of stealing souls.

He had fallen in love at first sight.

After that, he had pursued her relentlessly.

Unfortunately, she had never once looked at him properly.

But if you loved someone, shouldn’t you stop counting the cost of your devotion?

He believed that sincerity could move mountains.

So he chased her.

And chased her.

And chased her.

In the end, his pestering annoyed the enchantress so much that she slapped him.

One slap nearly sent him straight to the King of Hell.

Only then did he realize that the gap between them wasn’t merely status.

It was cultivation as well.

From that day onward, the enchantress became his inner demon.

But that slap also woke him up.

After deep reflection, he resolved to abandon worldly beauty and devote himself wholeheartedly to bitter cultivation.

Endure the greatest hardships to become the greatest of men.

And one day, he would reclaim his dignity from that enchantress.

“Hm?”

His inner voice sounded puzzled.

Ever since deciding to slay his inner demon, he had rarely thought of her.

So why had she suddenly resurfaced today?

His thoughts stirred.

Within the darkness, a figure gradually emerged.

Snow-white skin glowed softly.

Even her natural fragrance made him afraid to breathe too deeply.

His heart wavered.

His inner world shifted.

“No!”

He screamed inwardly.

He did not want to see that woman who had slapped him again!

Men’s faces deserved protection too, okay?!

Yet his inner world ignored his protests.

The figure grew clearer and clearer.

Just as enchanting as before.

“No!”

Despair consumed him.

That slap had hurt for three days and three nights.

The memory of walking around with a swollen pig-like face while everyone laughed at him was something he never wished to relive.

The figure continued changing.

Only that rich, sweet fragrance convinced him that his old nemesis had truly returned.

And then, right before his eyes, the graceful silhouette transformed into…

A cup of milk tea.

“Huh?”

White.

Fragrant.

Yep.

Definitely milk tea.

The bitter cultivator’s face darkened.

He had been scared for nothing.

Of course.

This was sacred Buddhist territory.

How could that enchantress possibly appear here?

It seemed the milk tea had merely stirred up some lingering desires.

But he was confident he could extinguish such trivial cravings.

“Break!”

he shouted.

Spiritual light flashed in his eyes.

“A mere milk tea! Watch me tear you apart!”

He had a feeling that if he overcame this inner demon, his cultivation would advance another step.

And the best way to defeat an inner demon was to face it directly.

So he opened his eyes.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, warming his skin.

His vision sharpened.

And the person standing before him came into view.

Delicate features.

A gentle smile.

Every movement carried a natural charm.

The seductive glimmer in her eyes struck directly at the soul.

Thump!

His heart was pierced.

Just like the first time they met.

“Enchantress!”

he screamed, nearly tearing his throat apart.

“N-No, that’s not right! How could you be here? This has to be a dream! No… no, it’s an illusion!”

Even in a dream, he didn’t want to see her.

He frantically circulated his cultivation technique, trying to break the illusion.

But no matter what method he used, the woman remained there, smiling at him.

Those eyes were still lofty and disdainful.

Looking at him as though he were dog droppings by the roadside.

“Brother, what’s wrong with you?”

Fang Xian scratched his head while watching the man’s sudden breakdown.

His rival’s cultivation was truly profound.

His Milk Tea Temptation Technique had failed.

He had been ready to give up.

Then the man opened his eyes and suddenly went mad, as if he had seen some terrifying demon.

But standing before him was clearly a peerless beauty.

“Tell me this isn’t real.”

After Fang Xian spoke, the bitter cultivator grabbed him like a drowning man clutching a lifeline.

“Brother, I don’t like men.”

The sudden move startled Fang Xian.

His hand trembled, and the milk tea slipped from his grasp.

Seeing the cup about to hit the ground, Fang Xian’s heart ached.

Then a hand appeared from the side and caught it.

The fingers were slender and elegant, tender as fresh scallions.

Crimson nail polish accentuated skin whiter than snow.

That flawless hand returned the milk tea to Fang Xian.

“Be more careful.”

“You mustn’t waste Boss Lu’s craftsmanship.”

“Otherwise…”

“I’ll get angry.”