CFSMS -Chapter 184 Scaring Himself

After climbing for what felt like an eternity, the mountaintop was finally within reach. Han Wenzheng’s throat burned with every breath. As sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon him, he couldn’t help but smile.

I, Han Wenzheng, am definitely not some gloomy pervert!

What he didn’t know was that the moment he reached the summit, a gaze locked onto him.

And the owner of that gaze was none other than Xia Yi—the person he least wanted to encounter.

“How pathetic.”

Xia Yi sneered. She watched him closely but made no move to attack.

There were too many people here. Fighting would easily affect the other customers. If that somehow caused Little Wuwu to dislike her, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

“So this is the milk tea stall those two were talking about.”

It was already close to the end of Lu Wu’s business hours, so there were noticeably fewer customers gathered around the stall, allowing Han Wenzheng to see it clearly.

“Nothing impressive about it.”

He scoffed inwardly.

The three brothers had practically described Boss Lu as some unparalleled existence.

She was just a small street vendor. How capable could she be?

With that thought, he ignored the milk tea fragrance constantly teasing his senses and headed straight toward Tianfo Temple.

The little beastie was his one true love.

“Brother, do me a favor and hold this for a second.”

Just as he was about to step through the temple gates, someone shoved a cup into his hands.

Without waiting for agreement, the man rolled up his sleeves and marched toward another cultivator.

“So you’re the one who tried to steal a sip of my milk tea earlier? Come on then, try stealing it again. I’ll show you just how big my fists are.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sounds of punching were fierce.

Standing at the entrance, Han Wenzheng frowned at the cup in his hand, feeling somewhat irritated.

How could someone casually hand food or drink to a complete stranger? What if he slipped something into it?

People trusted others far too easily.

Were cultivators outside all this naive?

Despite those thoughts, he examined the drink.

It was a strawberry milkshake.

The drink was a soft pink color, with visible strawberry chunks floating inside.

Condensation dampened his hand, making him uncomfortable.

The rich strawberry aroma, enhanced by Lu Wu’s meticulous preparation, had been brought out to its fullest extent.

Even though someone had already taken a few sips, the fragrance remained intensely strong.

Strong enough to tempt the soul.

Han Wenzheng always considered himself someone who didn’t follow trends. That was precisely why he had fallen for that demon beast in the first place.

He had assumed he wouldn’t be tempted by something everyone else was obsessing over.

Yet now he could clearly feel its attraction.

Should I give it a try?

Glancing at the still-lengthy line, he quickly dismissed the idea.

Not queueing didn’t mean not drinking.

After all, he wasn’t exactly a good person. His philosophy was simple: take what was available.

A ready-made milkshake was already in his hand.

Watching the cultivator still enthusiastically exchanging punches with someone else, Han Wenzheng’s eyes darted around before he calmly carried the cup into the temple.

He had waited several breaths already. Since nobody came back for it, clearly the owner didn’t want it anymore.

In that case, there was no problem with him “disposing” of it.

A short while after Han Wenzheng left, the boxer finally stopped, looking thoroughly satisfied after the beating.

When he turned around, he discovered the random passerby he’d recruited had vanished.

“Huh? Where’d he go?”

He scratched his head in confusion.

That milkshake had accidentally been made with the wrong ingredients. Plenty of people had seen it happen. He had originally planned to dispose of it safely afterward.

Now there was no need.

Since the person was gone, the milkshake had probably been thrown away.

Completely unaware of all this, Han Wenzheng wandered through Tianfo Temple, admiring its architecture.

Compared to the freedom-loving atmosphere of the Hehuan Sect, the buildings here were grand and solemn.

While mentally rehearsing what he would say to the Demon Lord later, he casually took a sip from the cup.

The tiny ice crystals only lingered briefly on his tongue before melting away.

The richness of the cream wasn’t greasy at all. Instead, it created a smooth coating that perfectly preserved the sweetness of the strawberries.

The strawberries, picked at roughly ninety percent ripeness, still retained a slight tartness.

That hint of acidity perfectly balanced the milk’s richness, making the drink even smoother and sweeter.

A milkshake made entirely from natural ingredients was all about pure enjoyment.

And Han Wenzheng was clearly enjoying it.

Before long, he found the path leading to the back mountain.

“Strange. Nobody’s guarding it?”

The trail was narrow. Tree branches crowded both sides, blocking visibility. Thorny undergrowth made the path look difficult to traverse.

Han Wenzheng didn’t care.

He stepped forward on his journey toward greater power.

One step.

Two steps.

Then suddenly his legs went weak.

He nearly fell flat on his face. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to grab a nearby branch and steady himself.

Shaking his head vigorously, he tried to clear his mind.

Weird… why is my vision going dark? Why do I feel so dizzy? It’s like… I’ve been drugged.

The thought had barely formed when his arms also lost strength.

His grip failed.

His body immediately tumbled down the mountain path.

Branches scraped across his clothes.

Thorns pierced his flesh.

Within moments, his body was covered in bloody wounds, making him look utterly miserable.

Yet in a strange way, he was lucky.

Because after all that rolling, he happened to stop right in front of Gu Yan.

A blood-covered man falling from the sky?

Gu Yan looked at Han Wenzheng, then glanced around.

Something felt off.

Could those monks be testing him again?

But hadn’t he already told them?

He didn’t eat people.

And certainly not someone like this.

The man reeked.

Like a disgusting bug.

Still, Gu Yan understood their concerns.

Completely unnecessary concerns, but understandable.

He was a demon who kept his promises.

As long as Tianfo Temple remained standing, he wouldn’t leave Demon-Sealing Mountain.

As for now, he was simply heading out for a walk.

And to buy a cup of milk tea.

He wondered if the little girl had missed him.

The thought made him increasingly eager.

As for the bloody man on the ground?

He didn’t spare him a second glance.

Stepping directly over Han Wenzheng’s body, Gu Yan walked away.

He was a noble demon.

Taking a detour for a bug?

Impossible.

The forest returned to silence.

Only the wind rustled through the trees.

Nobody knew how much time passed before a demon beast appeared among the woods.

Hidden in the shadows, it sniffed the scent of blood in the air, its throat bobbing hungrily.

That Demon Lord had been wandering around again lately, frightening it so badly that it hadn’t dared leave its territory to hunt.

But now food had literally fallen from the sky.

And there was no trace of the Demon Lord nearby.

Surely it could finally enjoy a good meal?

More importantly, the food carried a lingering sweet fragrance.

It smelled delicious.

Such a fragrant human must be very clean.

And clean humans were surely tastier.

After waiting cautiously for a while and seeing nobody appear, the demon beast grew bolder.

Little by little, it wriggled toward Han Wenzheng.

Despite being a tiger-type demon beast, it moved more like a giant insect.

“Awuu!”

Unable to contain its excitement, it let out a howl.

At that exact moment, the wind blew through the leaves, producing a loud rustling sound.

The demon beast instantly covered its mouth and buried its head in a pile of leaves.

After a long while, the disturbance finally subsided.

Peeking out furtively, the demon beast discovered that the Demon Lord hadn’t returned at all.

Ah… I scared myself.

Food, here I come!