Lou Batian had a very rugged appearance. Standing next to Li Wan, they were the very picture of a beauty and a beast.
With those brawny arms, it felt like he could smash a person to bits with a single punch.
She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt that his attire was a bit familiar, looking very much like that masked bandit.
Suspicious, Lu Wu was about to look away when she saw the small stains on his lapel. They were faint yellow, the marks left by the spreading soup from a Guan Tang Bao.
When he got closer, Lu Wu could smell the lingering scent on him.
It was the aroma of chili oil from the Beef and Glass Noodles Buns. There was no way Lu Wu could mistake that one-of-a-kind recipe.
Case closed. She hadn’t been mistaken.
This was that very bandit!
Lu Wu’s pupils quaked.
What kind of performance art, which she couldn’t comprehend, was this man engaged in?
Was he going to put on the mask in a moment and care for no one?
Although Lu Wu’s gaze was subtle, the couple was no ordinary pair, and they still noticed.
After they exchanged a look, Li Wan chidingly tapped Lou Batian on the chest.
“I told you not to do it, but you wouldn’t listen. Aren’t you afraid of Boss Lu laughing at you?”
Lou Batian rubbed his nose and smiled sheepishly without retorting.
Ever since Lou Batian had snatched a bun from his own son’s mouth, he had fallen in love with Lu Wu’s buns. Their exquisite flavor had left Lou Batian utterly captivated.
After Lou Xiaotian’s extravagant praise, the couple unanimously decided to come and patronize the bun stall.
Upon learning about the purchase limit, Lou Batian, having tasted them himself, couldn’t bear the thought of only eating two to satisfy his craving.
So, he spent a large sum of money to buy the spots at the front of the line, as well as the buns from those people, taking a shortcut to eat his fill.
He was a Town Lord, after all. If others saw him behaving this way, they would surely gossip.
That was why he had put on a mask and transformed into a bandit, attempting to conceal his identity.
But the town was only so big. Even with his face covered, Lou Batian’s build and demeanor were enough for many people to recognize him.
Lou Batian had become the Town Lord through sheer martial prowess, so the residents dared to be angry but not to speak out.
Hearing the explanation, Lu Wu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She finally understood who Lou Xiaotian had inherited his unreliability from. Fortunately, his looks took after the fairy-like Li Wan.
“Thank you both, seniors, for your approval,” Lu Wu said.
It was an honor for such powerful figures to do something so ridiculous just to eat her buns.
Just when Lu Wu thought this was an exception, a new situation arose after she had sold more than half of her stock.
“The Huang Quan Sect is here! We’re taking over this entire street! Everyone, get out of the way!”
A domineering shout exploded in the air.
The voice, infused with spiritual power, made some with low Cultivation cover their ears in discomfort.
Lu Wu should have been among them.
But the instant the voice reached her, several protective shields materialized around her.
There were shields from Lou Batian and his wife, as well as from some other powerful patrons hidden in the crowd.
Lu Wu looked up and saw a group of people flying in the air, dressed in uniform yellow attire. With their hands behind their backs, they ordered the people below around.
“You’re that Boss Lu?”
An old man with a goatee appeared beside Lu Wu.
He was so fast that a startled Lu Wu almost dropped her buns.
“I am. Senior, this is…”
Those disciples had already landed and begun to forcefully drive away the other customers.
The customers, of course, refused to comply, resisting with dark faces.
In a short while, many conflicts had broken out on the scene.
“I am an elder of the Huang Quan Sect. I’ve come to bring you into our sect. Although you’re an ordinary person, we don’t mind.”
“From now on, you will stay in our sect and dedicate yourself to making buns for us.”
The old man sized up Lu Wu, his tone one of bestowing charity.
Yesterday, a Huang Quan Sect disciple had come here to enjoy himself and was lucky enough to buy Lu Wu’s buns.
He was this elder’s grandson and had been arrogant since childhood.
Two buns weren’t enough, so he had tried to strong-arm her into selling more, only to be suppressed by a group of patrons.
Unconvinced, he had brought people back to settle the score.
In the Qing Yuan World, there was no shortage of cultivators who looked down on mortals.
Right now, Lu Wu was the one being slighted.
It was less of a discussion and more of a one-sided command.
This arrogant attitude made Lu Wu’s face fall.
“I…”
Just as Lu Wu was about to refuse, she saw the insufferably arrogant elder before her get sent flying into the sky by an invisible force.
“Ah!”
His miserable shriek accompanied his ascent.
With her eyesight, she could only vaguely see something pummelling the elder.
Even those arrogant and domineering Huang Quan Sect disciples were thrown into the air, a clear case of sharing the good fortune.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The air continuously boomed.
This group of people was like modeling clay, being kneaded and flattened at will by the crowd.
“Who—who dares to touch the people of our Huang Quan Sect?” the elder shrieked in terror, trying to regain control of his body.
Unfortunately, the out-of-body experience made his eyes and mouth go crooked as he spoke, and his bruised and swollen face could rival a pig’s head.
Forget finding his attacker; he couldn’t even fight back.
This tragic scene of blood splattering across the sky left Lu Wu’s mouth agape.
This probably wasn’t some supernatural event, was it?
“Mind your limits. Don’t kill them.”
A voice floated down. It was Li Wan.
She stood beside Lou Batian, watching the scene with a smile, looking somewhat eager to join in.
“Don’t worry, I know my limits. Besides, I’m not the only one making a move.”
Their conversation made Lu Wu realize that the powerful figures were right beside her.
“Boss Lu, don’t you worry. With us here, what Huang Quan Sect? I’d say they’re the ‘Yellow Springs’ Sect, courting death,” Lou Xiaotian chuckled, signaling for Lu Wu not to worry.
In the crowd, some people’s gazes met, and they reached a mutual understanding.
Just because they behaved themselves in front of Boss Lu didn’t mean they were actually easygoing.
If they didn’t teach the Huang Quan Sect a lesson for this kind of brainless behavior, how could they maintain their reputation in the future?
“Boss, I want to buy buns.”
The patrons, who loved a good show, treated Lu Wu’s buns like sunflower seeds.
Business continued.
And so, a strange spectacle formed on Yanliu Street.
In the sky, people were screaming—from being beaten.
On the ground, people were also screaming—crying in frustration from not being able to buy buns.
There were also quite a few making running commentary.
“That punch doesn’t have as much kick as this bun.”
“Right? This Beef Bun is so fiery, just like that slap. It’s so spicy, and that slap was so loud! Ah, no, I mean this bun is so fragrant!”
“Oh, damn, the soup just squirted all over my face… Take this punch! Who told you to spit blood everywhere?”
The fragmented comments reached Lu Wu’s ears, leaving her utterly amazed.
Indeed, it wasn’t that she was inexperienced, but that this group of people was crazy enough.
Quite a few people had taken action. The countless attacks left the Huang Quan Sect members powerless to resist, turning them into lambs for the slaughter.
Only when Lu Wu sold her last bun were those people finally dropped.
The Huang Quan Sect disciples curled up on the ground, a chorus of wails rising from them.
It’s over already?
Lu Wu smacked her lips. If she had known, she would have sold the buns more slowly. She hadn’t had her fill of the show yet.
“Brothers, I heard that the reason this group was causing trouble for Boss Lu is because their sect master has… performance issues.”
“But after eating a bun yesterday, he unexpectedly found that he could perform again, so he wanted to abduct Boss Lu to serve him exclusively.”
It was impossible to know who had dropped this huge piece of gossip.
As the victim, Lu Wu packed up her stall and joined the patrons in enjoying the gossip.
The considerate Furong even gave Lu Wu a small stool.
Sitting at the entrance of Baihua House, Lu Wu listened with great interest.