Chapter 383: Very Satisfied
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
– At Xuanzhong Manor and Yuxu Mountain –
The two faction masters have their hands full right now. The elders who clamored to avenge for the Taixi Faction were now surrounded by dozens of masters of various major forces. Despite the elders’ high strengths, they were outnumbered. After all, these elders were at the same level of the four elders of the Taixi Faction, Xu, Chen, Cang, and Dao, which meant that they were not extremely powerful.
The elders could play dumb, but the masters of the two saint factions didn’t dare to play dumb after hearing these masters recount the whole incident.
After Duyou Holiness created this scandal by trying to suppress a force, they couldn’t possibly butcher all the cultivators on the continent just to shut them up.
After all, as the faction masters of saint factions, it was wise to protect their own factions even though their Daoist friends were killed.
“Guys, to protect his personal interest and due to his distorted mind, Duyou Holiness made a huge mistake. Now that he is dead, and his accomplices were killed, I hope you guys can put this whole thing behind you,” the purple-robed, old Daoist said, “Due to our limited cultivation strength and lack of time, we weren’t able to discover his wrongdoings in time and thus can no longer call ourselves Saint Factions. From now on, we’ll cultivate in seclusion and…”
At this moment, their top priority was to appease these angry people. Otherwise, the elders who had clamored to avenge the Taixi Faction would be beaten to death by these furious cultivators.
“What kind of damn situation is this…” The two faction masters looked at each other, both appeared to be having headaches. Avenge? They would be thankful if they could get out of the current situation unscathed.
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[Red Bean Milk Tea: 6 crystals/cup.]
Mr. Fang glanced at the introduction on the System Interface which said that the red bean in the milk tea was a top-quality spiritual crop from a plant named Fire Thorns, and it had a natural rich fragrance. The milk tea powder was ground from a black tea which had been cultivated after experimenting for generations and produced with many exquisite processes…
It even had a detailed explanation of the milk powder and the meticulously selective diary product. As for the water for making this milk tea, it was the volcanic cold rock spring water specially provided by the System, and this water had been used in making Sprite, Coke, and instant noodles.
While reading the introduction that comprised over ten lines of words, Mr. Fang wondered, It’s just milk tea. How can you make it sound so awesome?
…
Half City was gloomy and chilly, and its snow came earlier than Jiuhua City in the winter.
When Fang Qi opened the shop in the early morning, the snow outside the door was already thick. When one stepped into it, the snow could cover up to their ankles.
The warriors and cultivators could resist the severe chill by circulating the qi or essence in their bodies. Some high-level spiritual garments contained arrays which could adjust temperatures. For cultivators, the winter didn’t bring them many inconveniences, no matter how cold it was.
Zou Mo was shoveling snow in the street in front of the shop with Saint Spirit Sword Techniques. Despite the heavy snowfall, the business in the shop was as good as usual. While many of the customers were cultivators, the number of warriors in the shop began to grow, even though there were few of them in the Morning Star Sea Realm.
Black Demon, Yuanheng Pavilion, and the other forces had begun to recruit warriors. Since Nalan Hongwu almost killed Divine Palace Realm cultivators with Sword 23 at Taixi Faction, the status of warriors had grown in these people’s minds.
The cultivators in Half City used to look down upon this group of people, but now they began to put emphasis on them. At least for now, they realized the potentials of warriors.
The players living in Half City such as Ruan Ning, Xi Yue, and even Ning Bi from the inner city came very early to the shop in the morning. Now that some experienced players had mastered the sword control technique, all kinds of sword energies landed in front of the shop one after another.
“Ugh?” They blinked and looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor, nonplussed.
“Sir, how come your quilts fell down the stairs?”
“Ahhh! I’m so cold!” At this moment, a howl came all the way from the second floor to the first floor. A big pile of quilts was shivering at the foot of the stairs. “When… when are we going to Jiuhua City?! Achoo!”
A pair of red eyes peeked out from the quilt and gazed at Mr. Fang in hope.
Mr. Fang’s face turned dark. “What are you doing bundling yourself in Little Mo’s quilt?! Can’t you resist the chill with your spiritual essence?”
“I… I… Achoo!” It inhaled a mouthful of spiritual essence.
Then, Mr. Fang saw that the energy bar under the teleportation array grow again.
“…”
He kicked it back to upstairs and said, “You demons never die, right? Just take the cold as a way to strengthen your body.”
After this interlude, someone soon saw the new information written on the small blackboard. “Sir, what is red bean milk tea?”
“A new beverage.” Mr. Fang took out one cup and poured it for himself. Soon, a rich fragrance of milk mingled with faint tea scent permeated the air.
“It smells so good!” Ning Bi’s eyes brightened while she lightly licked her lips. “Sir, your food is always appetizing. If it continues, I’ll run out of money simply from buying the food in the shop. Can’t you sell it for less?”
“Will you run out of money because of food? What can poor people do then?” Mr. Fang saw through her and pointed it out mercilessly.
“Humph! You’re not fun.” She rolled her eyes at Mr. Fang. “I’ll take a cup.”
“One for me too!”
When they sipped the milk tea, the warm and silky fragrance of milk flowed from their mouths to their bellies and hearts.
“So delicious!” Pleased, Xi Yue sipped her milk tea again and sat down on the couch.
“It’s warm and cozy. Compared with Coke, this taste is more lingering.”
“Really? Is it… really so warm?!” A pile of ‘quilts’ came down shivering and looked at the people drinking milk tea with longing eyes.
Mr. Fang glanced at it. “Do you have money for it? If no, get out of here!”
“Who… who said that I don’t have money?! Achoo!” Then, one, two, three… six crystals were piled neatly on the counter.
“You still have crystals on you? How come I don’t know that?” Mr. Fang dragged over the ‘quilt’ and shook it as if he were shaking a piggybank, but no crystals came out.
“No more! No more! You can’t take any crystals from me!” With a series of scream, it was tossed aside by Mr. Fang, and it scrambled to pour itself a cup of milk tea.
Soon, a figure bundled in quilt sat on the couch. “Wow! It’s indeed warm! Hahahaha! I’m very satisfied with this… em …milk tea!”
All the customers who were sipping milk tea were at a loss for words at the sight.
“Sir, what is Devil May Cry 3?” After all, it was quite rare for the shop to have two new items in one day.