The Qing Yuan World had numerous Fǎshù. As a hidden powerhouse, Old Man Li was what you’d call an expert at spells like Fixed-point Teleportation.
Lou Xiaotian, who was still cackling strangely, blinked and saw two steaming hot buns appear before him.
Their appearance, different from before, immediately captured Lou Xiaotian’s attention.
He stared at the two exquisite, jade-like buns, unable to tear his eyes away.
However, he knew that buns were best eaten hot.
He leaned in and sniffed. The faint, indistinct aroma made Lou Xiaotian unable to hold back any longer.
He took a bite in a hurry. When the soup burst in his mouth, he fell for the same trap as Old Man Li.
But he reacted quickly. Sticking his butt out, he made the soup miss his clothes and land on the floor instead.
Looking at the few drops of soup on the floor and feeling the supreme flavor in his mouth, Lou Xiaotian was filled with regret. He should have thought more carefully about how to eat it.
As Lou Xiaotian was berating himself, he didn’t notice his room door being opened.
Outside the door was Lou Xiaotian’s father, the Town Lord of Xiaohe Town, Lou Batian.
Just as his name implied, he had been an overlord in his youth. It was only later, as he grew older and lost interest in fighting and killing, that he chose a small place to live out his golden years in peace.
This was his only son, so he naturally doted on Lou Xiaotian.
Lately, Lou Xiaotian had been acting mysterious and seemed to have gotten mixed up with some strange people, which made him a little worried.
He had originally planned to have a father-son talk with Lou Xiaotian, but when he knocked, there was no response.
Sensing Lou Xiaotian’s presence inside, he opened the door, only to be greeted by the sight of his son with his butt stuck out, vulgarly slurping a bun.
What an unsightly scene!
Lou Batian’s face darkened.
His son could be a profligate young master, but he had to have basic etiquette.
Seeing Lou Xiaotian’s posture, Lou Batian directly tore through the restrictive spell on the doorway, flashed inside, and kicked Lou Xiaotian’s butt.
“What have I taught you? Stand with decorum, sit with decorum! If anyone saw you like this, they’d think my Lou family has no breeding!”
A long string of words shot out of Lou Batian’s mouth like a machine gun.
With his mouth already full, Lou Xiaotian couldn’t retort. And because Lou Batian had struck too quickly, Lou Xiaotian was caught off guard, and the remaining Guan Tang Bao in his hand flew out of his grasp.
“No!”
Watching the bun fly through the air, a look of despair appeared in Lou Xiaotian’s eyes.
He ignored Lou Batian’s suppression and lunged forward, wanting to use his own body as a cushion.
He could get hurt, but the bun absolutely could not.
The twisted expression on Lou Xiaotian’s face as he sacrificed himself for the bun made Lou Batian even more furious.
It’s just a bun, isn’t it?
Is it really that serious?
These questions prompted Lou Batian to wave his hand, pulling the bun into his grasp.
Thud!
That was the sound of Lou Xiaotian hitting the floor.
It hurt a lot.
Seeing the bun was safe and sound, Lou Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, a silly grin on his face.
“Dad.”
As his lips parted, soup trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Realizing this, Lou Xiaotian quickly slurped it back in.
Witnessing this scene, Lou Batian felt a pang in his heart.
Just as Lou Batian was about to lecture his son again, his nose twitched.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Ever since he entered, he had smelled an aroma in the room that was impossible to ignore.
At first, he thought it was Lou Xiaotian’s incense.
But what kind of incense smelled like food, and a savory one at that?
Lou Batian’s eyes widened, his gaze shifting from Lou Xiaotian, who was lying on the floor, to his own palm.
The aroma seemed to be coming from this bun.
Lou Batian, who considered himself to have eaten all sorts of delicacies, found his eyes uncontrollably glued to the bun.
He could see how important this bun was to his son. A gentleman does not take what another loves, but he was no gentleman. Besides, it was only natural for a father to take his son’s things.
The main thing was, he felt his usually imperturbable state of mind waver before this tiny bun.
It was like a small pebble dropped onto a calm lake, sending out circles of ripples.
The ripples spread, layer by layer, until they covered the entire lake’s surface, prying open his heart and making it impossible to ignore.
Lou Xiaotian saw the change in Lou Batian’s eyes and knew this was bad.
“Dad, give me back my bun.”
Lou Xiaotian was about to leap up, but in front of his old man, his meager Cultivation was nothing.
His body moved faster than his brain.
As Lou Xiaotian straightened his back, he was stomped back to the ground by Lou Batian’s foot.
Splat! It was a loud sound.
The father and son’s gazes met, and both fell silent. Only the dancing dust motes spoke of the gunpowder in the air between them.
“Dad, don’t touch it. I’ll agree to any condition you want.”
Lou Xiaotian was anxious, trying to make a deal to move his father.
He knew very well that once his old man tasted Boss Lu’s buns, he would have one more competitor in the future.
The current customers were already enough to give Lou Xiaotian a headache.
Even he had to go line up early, afraid he would miss out.
“Heh, your old man doesn’t lack anything.”
Lou Xiaotian’s words were a clear sign to Lou Batian that there was something special about this bun.
Possessing a rebellious streak, Lou Batian stuffed the entire bun into his mouth with the speed of a thunderclap, too fast for the ear to catch.
It was so fast that Lou Xiaotian had no time to stop him.
The consequence of eating too fiercely was that he followed in Lou Xiaotian’s footsteps. The soup spurted out, and Lou Batian subconsciously stuck his butt out to dodge.
It had to be said, the father and son were truly cut from the same cloth.
He managed to get out of the way, but he forgot that his own son was still under his foot.
Drip, drip.
The hot soup, mixed with his own father’s saliva, landed on Lou Xiaotian’s face.
Feeling that warmth, Lou Xiaotian’s world collapsed.
Humiliation!
This was naked humiliation!
This was the last straw.
His eyes turned bloodshot, his anger soaring to the heavens.
“Mom!”
He couldn’t beat his old man, but he could summon his dear mother to fight for him.
“Son, you called for me?”
After his cry, a woman of otherworldly beauty appeared in the room. A single glance took in the entire situation.
The moment she saw her son had been bullied to the verge of tears, the woman’s gaze turned into daggers that stabbed into Lou Batian’s body, swish, swish, swish.
For those of their Cultivation, a single thought could truly become reality.
So the daggers were real daggers.
In a few moments, several bloody holes appeared on Lou Batian’s body.
They weren’t fatal, just a little painful.
“You old coot, how dare you bully my son! See if I don’t skin you alive!”
The woman’s willow-leaf brows stood on end. Her furious expression made Lou Batian’s massive body shrink back, not daring to fight back at all.
“Wife, wife, let me explain!”
Lou Batian yelped as he was beaten into fleeing with his head in his hands. His words were muffled, as he hadn’t finished the bun in his mouth.
He was reluctant to spit it out because it was just too delicious.
If the situation allowed, he would definitely torture his son to find out where this bun came from.
It was too damn addictive.
“What’s that smell?”
“What delicious thing are you eating behind my back?”
The woman’s elegant nose wrinkled. She stared at the greasy shine on the corner of Lou Batian’s mouth, her gaze suspicious.
“Ahem, Mom, it’s like this. I bought something delicious to show my filial piety to you, but Dad snatched it away and ate it himself. He even tried to use force to make me submit.”
Lou Xiaotian tattled on him. Seeing Lou Batian’s head covered in lumps, he placed his hands on his hips, looking smug.
Hmph!
He, Lou Xiaotian, was a person with backing too.