CFSMS -Chapter 20 What a Loud—No, What a Fragrant Bun

Lou Batian had a rugged appearance. Standing beside Li Wan, the two looked like the very definition of a beauty-and-the-beast couple.

With those powerful arms, it felt like he could smash someone to pieces with a single punch.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Lu Wu felt his outfit looked strangely familiar—exactly like that masked bandit.

She was just about to look away when she noticed the faint yellow stains on his robe. They were clearly marks left by the soup that had dripped from soup-filled buns.

As he drew closer, Lu Wu could even smell a lingering scent on him.

It was the aroma of chili oil from her beef vermicelli buns.

That recipe was unique to her stall. There was no way she could mistake it.

Case solved.

She hadn’t recognized the wrong person.

This was the bandit.

Lu Wu’s pupils shook violently.

What kind of performance art was this man trying to pull?

Would he put the hood back on later and return to his “I-don’t-care-about-anyone” bandit persona?

Although Lu Wu’s gaze was subtle, the husband and wife were far from ordinary people and still noticed it.

The two exchanged glances.

Li Wan immediately pounded Lou Batian’s chest with a playful glare.

“I told you not to do that. Aren’t you worried Boss Lu will laugh at you?”

Lou Batian rubbed his nose and chuckled foolishly without arguing.

Ever since he had snatched a bun from his own son’s mouth, Lou Batian had become completely addicted to Lu Wu’s buns. Their marvelous taste had practically stolen his soul.

After hearing Lou Xiaotian endlessly praise them, the couple unanimously decided to visit the bun stall themselves.

Once Lou Batian learned about the purchase limit and personally tasted the buns, how could he possibly endure satisfying himself with only two?

So he spent a large sum of money buying spots near the front of the line, as well as purchasing buns from other customers.

Using this unconventional method, he managed to eat his fill.

Still, he was the lord of the town.

If others saw him acting like that, people would gossip endlessly.

Thus, he put on a hood and transformed into a bandit in an attempt to conceal his identity.

Unfortunately, the town wasn’t that big.

Even with his face covered, Lou Batian’s physique and behavior were enough for plenty of people to recognize him.

After all, he had become town lord through sheer combat strength.

The townsfolk might be unhappy, but they didn’t dare say much.

After hearing the explanation, Lu Wu couldn’t help but laugh.

Now she finally knew where Lou Xiaotian had inherited his unreliable nature from.

Thankfully, his looks took after Li Wan’s fairy-like beauty.

“Thank you, Seniors, for your recognition.”

It was honestly an honor that such powerful figures would do something this ridiculous just to eat her buns.

Just as Lu Wu thought this was an isolated incident, a new situation arose once she’d sold about half her stock.

“People of the Yellow Fist Sect have arrived! This entire street now belongs to our sect! Everyone else, get lost!”

An overbearing shout exploded through the air.

The voice carried spiritual energy, making many low-level cultivators cover their ears in discomfort.

By all rights, Lu Wu should have been affected too.

But the instant the voice rang out, several protective barriers appeared around her.

Some came from Lou Batian and Li Wan.

Others came from hidden expert customers concealed among the crowd.

Looking up, Lu Wu saw a group of people flying overhead.

They wore matching yellow robes and looked down arrogantly with their hands clasped behind their backs.

“So you’re Boss Lu?”

An elderly man with a goat beard suddenly appeared beside her.

His speed was so fast that Lu Wu nearly dropped the buns in her hands.

“That’s me. Senior, what is this about…?”

Meanwhile, the disciples had already landed and begun driving away customers through force.

Naturally, the customers refused.

Faces darkened, they resisted.

Before long, conflicts erupted throughout the area.

“I am an elder of the Yellow Fist Sect. I’ve come to bring you into our sect.”

The old man looked Lu Wu over.

“Although you’re only an ordinary mortal, we don’t mind.”

“From now on, you’ll stay in our sect and make buns exclusively for us.”

His tone sounded less like an invitation and more like charity.

The previous day, one of the Yellow Fist Sect’s disciples had come here looking for entertainment and had been lucky enough to buy some buns.

That disciple happened to be the elder’s grandson.

He had always been spoiled and arrogant.

After finding two buns insufficient, he had tried to forcefully buy more.

Unfortunately, the surrounding customers had shut him down.

Still unwilling to accept it, he had returned with reinforcements.

In the Qingyuan World, there was no shortage of cultivators who looked down on ordinary mortals.

Now, Lu Wu was the target of that contempt.

This wasn’t a discussion.

It was a unilateral command.

The arrogant attitude immediately darkened Lu Wu’s expression.

“I—”

She had just opened her mouth to refuse when the seemingly invincible elder before her was suddenly blasted into the sky by an invisible force.

“AAAHHH!”

His miserable scream echoed through the air.

With Lu Wu’s eyesight, she could only vaguely make out something relentlessly beating him.

Even the domineering Yellow Fist Sect disciples were tossed into the sky.

The principle seemed to be: if one suffers, everyone suffers together.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Explosive sounds rang continuously.

The group looked like lumps of clay, freely kneaded and tossed around by unseen hands.

“Who is it?! Who dares attack members of the Yellow Fist Sect?!”

The elder cried out in terror, desperately trying to regain control of his body.

Unfortunately, his complete helplessness left him speaking through swollen lips and bruised cheeks.

His face was so battered it could compete with a pig’s head.

Forget finding the culprit.

He couldn’t even fight back.

Watching blood spray dramatically across the sky, Lu Wu’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

This wasn’t some supernatural event, was it?

“Be careful. Don’t kill them.”

A gentle voice drifted down.

It belonged to Li Wan.

Standing beside Lou Batian, she watched the scene with a smile, looking slightly eager to join in herself.

“Don’t worry. I know my limits.”

“And besides, I’m not the only one attacking.”

Their conversation made Lu Wu realize something.

The real big shots had been beside her all along.

“Boss Lu, don’t worry.”

Lou Xiaotian chuckled.

“With us here, what Yellow Fist Sect? More like the Yellow Springs Sect looking for death.”

Around the crowd, several people exchanged meaningful glances.

In front of Boss Lu, they behaved politely.

That didn’t mean they were actually easygoing people.

If they let the Yellow Fist Sect get away with this stupidity, how could they continue showing their faces in the cultivation world?

“Boss, I’d like to buy buns.”

The customers watching the spectacle treated Lu Wu’s buns like snacks for a movie.

Business continued as normal.

Thus, a strange wonder appeared on Yanliu Street.

In the sky, people wailed from getting beaten.

On the ground, people wailed because they couldn’t buy buns and were crying from frustration.

There were even plenty of commentators.

“That punch wasn’t nearly as powerful as this bun.”

“Exactly! This beef bun is spicy—just like that slap. Really fiery. What a loud—uh, I mean, what a fragrant bun!”

“Hey! The soup just sprayed all over my face… Take a punch for that! Who told you to spit blood everywhere?”

Listening to the endless chatter, Lu Wu was utterly amazed.

Clearly, it wasn’t that she lacked experience.

This crowd was simply insane.

There were too many attackers to count.

The endless barrage of blows left the Yellow Fist Sect completely unable to resist.

They became little lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Only after Lu Wu sold her final bun were they finally thrown back to the ground.

The disciples of the Yellow Fist Sect curled up on the street, groaning miserably.

So it was over.

Lu Wu smacked her lips.

Had she known, she would have sold her buns more slowly.

She hadn’t finished enjoying the show.

“Brothers! I found out why they targeted Boss Lu!”

Someone suddenly shouted.

“Apparently their Sect Master has problems in that department.”

“Then yesterday he accidentally ate one of Boss Lu’s buns and discovered he suddenly could perform again!”

“That’s why they wanted to kidnap Boss Lu and make her serve him exclusively!”

Nobody knew who had dropped such explosive gossip.

As one of the victims, Lu Wu packed up her stall and joined the crowd in eating the melon.

The considerate Miss Furong even brought her a small stool.

So Lu Wu sat outside the Hundred Flowers House and listened to all the juicy gossip.