CFSMS -Chapter 22 After Eating the Buns, I Achieved Enlightenment

“Mmm, delicious! Sweet without being cloying, with the fragrance of sesame seeds. In one word—perfect!”

Even the regular customers, who had already prepared themselves mentally, were still amazed by the buns.

He didn’t even have time to show off before hurriedly devouring one.

The piping-hot bun puffed out his cheeks as he blew on it repeatedly. His tongue was practically burning from the heat.

Under the many hungry gazes fixed on him, he took another bite—this time of the tofu bun.

If the white sugar sesame bun was all about sweetness and aroma, then the tofu bun was all about tenderness.

The tofu hadn’t been chopped too finely. The pieces, roughly the size of fingernails, remained intact and visibly silky smooth. After being left to rest, the tofu had thoroughly absorbed the spicy oil’s flavor.

As his tongue rolled a piece of tofu upward and his palate pressed down lightly, he could clearly feel the moment the tofu broke apart, releasing a burst of spicy fragrance.

The tofu, soaked with spicy sauce, was steaming hot and irresistibly aromatic.

Oil glistened around the old customer’s mouth.

At this moment, he completely ignored everyone else and focused entirely on savoring every bite.

The supreme flavor immersed him completely.

And at that very instant, enlightenment dawned.

Everything in the world suddenly became crystal clear before his eyes. Inspiration struck, and the spiritual energy within his body began circulating on its own.

“Holy crap, he achieved enlightenment!”

“Do Boss Lu’s buns have that kind of effect too?”

Someone cried out in shock.

A vortex of spiritual energy appeared above the old customer’s head. The violent spiritual energy was compressed and purified before flowing obediently into his body, raising his cultivation level.

The man’s aptitude was only average. Under normal circumstances, this minor breakthrough would have required decades of hard work.

Yet today, stimulated by Lu Wu’s buns, he had entered a state of enlightenment and broken through with astonishing ease.

When the spiritual energy vortex finally dissipated, the old customer opened his eyes and revealed a triumphant grin.

“Hahaha! I am the chosen one! You mortals, make way before me!”

The result of his arrogant declaration was a fresh footprint on his backside.

“Don’t think we won’t beat you up just because Boss Lu is here. Keep talking and I’ll squeeze you to death.”

Someone glared fiercely.

It was simply too infuriating.

Not only had they failed to get any buns, but now someone was showing off a breakthrough right in their faces.

That was a serious blow to their morale.

“Hehehe!”

The old customer chuckled and bowed deeply in Lu Wu’s direction.

From this day onward, Boss Lu was basically his mother in spirit. He would definitely be filial to her in the future.

Lost in his fantasies, he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

“Friend, have you heard about the Bun Sect?”

Wang Changgui appeared out of nowhere and handed him a piece of paper.

“Join the Bun Sect and you’ll not only be closer to Boss Lu. If you complete tasks well, you might even receive food personally made by Boss Lu.”

His tone was full of temptation.

Seeing the man’s wavering expression, Wang Changgui pressed on.

“You know this is Boss Lu’s last day setting up her stall on Yanliu Street, right? Surely you don’t want to miss out on her food in the future?”

“Join the Bun Sect, and we’ll get firsthand information about Boss Lu. You’ll never make a wasted trip.”

Wang Changgui spoke earnestly and passionately.

The Great Elder had said that if he recruited three more people into the Bun Sect, he’d be promoted to an official disciple.

The great mission of expanding the Bun Sect—who else could take it on but him?

“And the food in the future… will it be as delicious as these buns?”

The old customer smacked his lips.

He didn’t expect enlightenment every time. He only wanted to eat his fill every time.

“Of course. Don’t tell me you doubt Boss Lu’s skills?”

Wang Changgui practically thumped his chest in guarantee.

“Alright, then I’ll join.”

The old customer made his decision, and Wang Changgui nearly jumped with joy.

Recruitment progress: plus one.

He was amazing!

While Lu Wu’s buns were selling like wildfire, in a large city far from Little River Town, Qin Zhan was anxiously scratching his head.

Beside him stood an elderly man with the bearing of an immortal sage.

This was his master, Daoist Tianfeng, Supreme Elder of the Holy Sword Sect and one of the most renowned figures in the Qingyuan Realm.

The last time Qin Zhan fought a yellow dog over food in Little River Town, the incident had become a huge sensation on the RealmNet. Some idle members of the sect had seen it and felt he had embarrassed the sect, so they wanted to summon him back for questioning.

Qin Zhan had roamed the Qingyuan Realm for years. Aside from his master, he feared no one.

He wasn’t worried about punishment, but he knew that once he returned, his master would drag him back into seclusion for cultivation.

Having finally escaped the sect, Qin Zhan absolutely refused to go back.

So he came up with a brilliant idea.

Before returning, he bought two of Boss Lu’s buns and, despite the temptation, didn’t eat them himself. Instead, he brought them back as a gift for his master.

He still remembered what happened then.

His master, who normally cared little for food, had completely changed expression after eating the buns.

He kept asking who had made them.

Qin Zhan told him everything about Boss Lu.

Originally, he planned to strike a deal: if his master let him travel freely, he would regularly send Boss Lu’s food back to the sect.

Unexpectedly, his master agreed readily.

But just as Qin Zhan happily packed his belongings and prepared to leave, he discovered that his master had followed him out.

The old man said nothing and merely smiled at him.

Unable to scold his master and certainly unable to beat him, Qin Zhan could only offer to take him personally to sample the food.

Unfortunately…

As the Supreme Elder’s trip was a major event, the sect had insisted on various procedures and formalities, causing significant delays.

As a result, they only set out on Boss Lu’s final day of business on Yanliu Street.

Judging by the time, Boss Lu should already have started selling.

Yet they were still far from Little River Town.

To make matters worse, the teleportation array was crowded. They had arrived at the wrong time and were forced to wait for the next activation.

And Qin Zhan knew full well how popular Boss Lu’s business was.

The queue was always enormous. Every fresh batch of buns was snatched up instantly.

There was never any chance of leftovers.

If they arrived late, all they would get was a mouthful of northwest wind.

So anxious he could hardly sit still, Qin Zhan wished he could tear through space itself.

Unfortunately, he lacked that ability.

His master could do it, but without the exact coordinates of Little River Town, he couldn’t pinpoint the destination.

“It’s here! It’s here! Master, let’s go!”

At this point, Qin Zhan no longer cared about proper respect for elders. The moment the teleportation array became available, he grabbed Daoist Tianfeng’s sleeve and rushed inside.

The array activated amid a wave of spatial turbulence.

After a dizzying moment, Qin Zhan’s feet touched solid ground once more.

This city was the nearest major city to Little River Town. He had transferred here before and was familiar with the route.

Taking out his flying treasure, he pushed his spiritual energy to the limit.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The shuttle sliced through the air, creating sonic booms above the city.

Racing against time, he finally arrived at Yanliu Street.

But the moment he saw the scene before him, he wilted completely.

The spot where Lu Wu usually set up her stall was already empty.

Only the lingering fragrance in the air told him that she had indeed been here.

He was simply too late.

“It’s over… completely over.”

He had missed it.

Depressed, Qin Zhan squatted atop his flying shuttle and clutched his aching heart.

This baby was suffering and wanted to cry.

“Disciple, do you know where this Boss Lu lives?”

“We can visit her directly. I can trade treasures with her.”

Daoist Tianfeng’s thinking was very simple.

If she had packed up and gone home, then they could just go find her.

He wanted to eat.

And he wanted to eat today.

Worst comes to worst…

He’d rely on his reputation and charm.