CFSMS -Chapter 233 Damn it, I won’t lose to you

The tone suddenly shifted from a romance channel to a battle channel. Many people couldn’t adapt in time, and before they fell, they shouted out in confusion.

“No! Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you already know why.”

“I don’t! Even if I’m going to die, at least let me die understanding!”

“Fine, I’ll tell you then. Because when you were eating cotton candy just now, you ate one piece more than I did. Didn’t you see I was practically drooling? Someone like you is clearly not gentle or considerate—you’re just selfish. I already wanted to crush you back then.”

“That’s not my fault, you—”

“No excuses. Go to sleep.”

Some people collapsed to the ground, while others stood there with hands on their hips laughing wildly.

Faced with this chaotic scene, Lu Wu finally felt at ease.

As expected, the power of love still couldn’t resist the temptation of food. She didn’t need to forcibly turn the program into some kind of “food matchmaking corner” anymore.

The defeated men and women quickly turned into fragments and disappeared from the space—they had failed the assessment.

The disciples who had passed raised their heads proudly.

Their sect had taught them: never be blinded by love. In this world, only oneself is the greatest support. They were simply faithfully carrying out the teachings.

Even these “turncoats” surprised Xiaohong.

These disciples were cowardly when they should’ve stepped up, yet when it was time to relax, they suddenly struck from behind without hesitation.

Thinking of those disciples who were emotionally crushed and left in despair, Xiaohong could only say: the ones who stayed single in the future would deserve it.

She was both full—and angry.

Xiaohong tossed everyone out again, not even sparing Ye Chi and Qi Jing, who hadn’t participated.

Thus, another “meteor” streaked across the sky.

Lu Wu watched them “soar away” and calmly began packing up her stall.

It was almost dawn anyway—it was time for sleep.

“Boss Lu, we’ll come see you again tomorrow.”

Xiaohong was quite reluctant. She had eaten so happily today that she even forgot to bring some back for the other stones to taste.

“Don’t worry, I saved some portions. I’ll give them to Xiaocheng and the others later,” Xiaozǐ said thoughtfully.

He didn’t interfere with Xiaohong’s actions—he only stayed by her side, quietly handling the things she overlooked, trying to prove himself reliable and steady.

After all, among the seven stones, he was the youngest. He was afraid Xiaohong would think he was immature.

“What? You secretly hid cotton candy?”

But Xiaohong didn’t praise him at all.

Instead, she raised her eyebrows, her tone carrying a faint anger.

“I didn’t hide it, I just—”

Xiaozǐ immediately felt something was wrong. He tried to explain, but Xiaohong already covered her ears.

“I don’t want to hear it! You actually hid cotton candy from me! You don’t love me at all!”

She stomped her foot and ran off, not giving Xiaozǐ any chance to explain.

“Wait! It’s not what you think! Listen to me!”

Xiaozǐ hurriedly chased after her.

Lu Wu, however, didn’t worry about this cliché melodramatic romance at all. Didn’t you see the smile Xiaohong was trying so hard to hide when she left?

Xiaozǐ, that inexperienced boy, really thought she was angry and panicked.

As expected, the younger one just couldn’t beat the older sister.

An age-gap romance—how interesting.

Lu Wu, once again stuffed full of “dog food,” angrily hugged Dahuang and rubbed it furiously. Then, looking at the now-empty island, she suddenly felt like a lonely old lady and fell straight down to sleep.

Good night, ma-ka-ba…

“Boom!”

Before she could finish her goodnight to the three little ones, a figure suddenly appeared above the island.

The moment he saw Lu Wu, he attacked immediately.

“Who are you? How dare you appear in my Rainbow Sect’s trial! Hand over the Rainbow Stone!”

“Still not talking? Thief, die!”

Lightning flashed above his head, and heavenly thunder descended.

A strike of “justice from the heavens” was about to punish Lu Wu.

Lu Wu flipped up in a carp jump and dodged the sneak attack. Looking closely, she saw a man in white robes, chin raised so high he was practically looking down through his nostrils.

He looked the part—very pretentious.

Unfortunately, he had no aura of a true protagonist. At first glance, he was just cannon fodder.

His name was Lin Hao.

After being knocked unconscious earlier, he woke up to find himself alone on the island.

After searching and finding no trace of the Rainbow Stone, he concluded someone had taken it.

Luckily, he had placed a tracking talisman on Wang Xiaowu, allowing him to follow the trail all the way here. The trace ultimately led to this island.

Just now, Lin Hao saw a brief flash of rainbow light. In reality, it was just Xiaohong and Xiaozǐ leaving—but Lin Hao didn’t know that.

Now, with only Lu Wu on the island and no sign of the others, he naturally assumed she had killed them and stolen the treasure.

Still angry from being previously crushed by others, he immediately unleashed his attack.

Lu Wu, who considered herself very straightforward with enemies, didn’t bother being cautious.

She struck immediately.

She swung out her skill “I Have a Sword.”

Endless sword light filled the sky. Under its brilliance, the lightning was instantly shredded.

Of course, she didn’t use the power left behind by Uncle Li—otherwise, the attacker would have been obliterated in a single strike.

“Damn it, I won’t lose to you!”

A roar came from above as the man charged forward again, full of momentum.

But Lu Wu only felt he was all show and no substance.

His face was already bruised and swollen, as if he had been “trained” earlier and had gone mentally unstable.

Under the barrage of attacks, Lu Wu remained calm.

She dodged with a step and continued using “I Have a Sword.”

This wasn’t a traditional sword technique, but a system reward—limitless usage.

No charge-up, no delay, instant casting, even while moving. Completely free-flowing.

Swish swish swish!

She fired off several more strikes like they cost nothing.

As a sword technique that scaled with the user’s cultivation, its power at Lu Wu’s current mid–Golden Core stage was not to be underestimated.

In her estimation, cultivators at Golden Core stage couldn’t withstand it.

Even against early Nascent Soul cultivators, she could fight for hundreds of rounds.

But she clearly overestimated her opponent.

Lin Hao, only at late Golden Core stage, couldn’t block the sea of sword light at all.

The sword energy treated him like muddy farmland—plowing through him again and again, breaking his bones and leaving him in a miserable state.

“Ahhh!”

With a scream, Lin Hao collapsed to the ground, utterly defeated.

His once-heroic white robe was now ragged like beggar clothes, barely covering anything important.

To avoid the eyesore, Lu Wu looked away.

But she had no goodwill toward someone who ambushed her for no reason.

Sword light gathered again—she was ready to finish him off.

No talking. No “dialogue therapy.”

After all, villains die because they talk too much.