Chapter 182: Completely Mad

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Completely Mad

Initially, the Human-Demon Young Master stared in shock at the spot where Gu Yan had vanished, about to accuse him, but his eyes quickly went blank.

"Huh? What was I doing just now?"

He looked around, tugging at his sleeves, unable to figure out why he was standing there. Many others were just like him; they had all forgotten Gu Yan’s existence.

Only Lu Wu peeked around, and only after confirming he was gone did she finally relax.

’Ah, another day of tempting fate and getting away with it.’

Without the Great Demon’s interference, the rest of Lu Wu’s sales went exceptionally smoothly.

Cup after cup of milk tea sold to unanimous praise from the customers. They even started brainstorming and giving Lu Wu suggestions.

"Boss Lu, do you think a milk tea made with coconut milk, cow’s milk, and human milk would taste good? I want to go home and try it with my wife."

’Did something... inappropriate just get mixed in there?’

’Also, you should whisper about lewd things like that!’

"I want to drink dog-shit coffee—pah, my mistake, I meant goji berry coffee. Healthy and refreshing at the same time."

’There’s no dog-shit coffee, but there is cat-shit coffee. Your thinking is quite advanced, my friend.’

...

The customers had too many opinions. Lu Wu said every idea was great, and out of trust for her customers, she decided not to adopt a single one of their suggestions.

The third day of sales was once again coming to an end, but there were still many people in line.

After dissolving the last bit of coffee into the jasmine green tea, Lu Wu knocked on her stall to get everyone’s attention.

"All sold out!"

It was all gone. Not a single drop left.

"Nooo, it was almost my turn!"

"What are you yelling for? Didn’t you already buy a cup earlier? Who told you not to listen to advice and just get two? You regret it now, don’t you?"

Some customers complained, while others were smug.

But the most miserable of all were the three brothers—or to be precise, Second Brother and Third.

It couldn’t be helped. The eldest brother was the one who had gotten the last cup of jasmine coffee.

Clutching the precious cup, the eldest brother gave a dry cough under the increasingly fierce gazes of his two younger brothers.

"How about... we split it evenly?"

He wanted it all for himself, but he couldn’t beat Third in a straight fight, nor could he outwit Second Brother.

To avoid getting taken out, he chose the path of discretion being the better part of valor.

"Fine. My eyes are sharper, so I’ll be the one to divide it."

Second Brother agreed with the idea and reached for the cup, but the eldest dodged him.

"It’s a small matter. I can handle it myself."

’A joke! With a mind like Second Brother’s, who knows what tricks he’d pull during the division?’

"I’m the younger brother, so I’ll do it."

Third was a brainless brute. With his mind completely set on the jasmine coffee, he didn’t want to wait at all and reached out directly.

The eldest dodged again.

"Eldest, are you saying you don’t want to share?"

This evasive action drew suspicion from the other two. The eldest brother stammered, not daring to say what was on his mind.

This hesitation made Second Brother and Third strike in an instant.

Since their big brother was trying to take it all for himself, they couldn’t be blamed for looking out for themselves a little.

Lu Wu, who had been listening from the side, looked at the cup in his hand. She was just about to say she could help them divide it.

It looked like that wasn’t necessary now.

To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, Lu Wu had her large wings take flight and stealthily began to retreat.

The other customers around them had the same idea and began to clear a space.

SWISH SWISH SWISH!

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were fighting.

"It’s mine! The milk tea is mine!"

That was Third, who only had eyes for the milk tea.

"Eldest, I’ve been the one arranging things for so long. This time, I should be the one to arrange it too."

That was Second Brother, arguing with logic.

"I’m the eldest! Don’t you guys trust me?"

That was the eldest, playing the sympathy card.

"SMACK!"

That was the sound of the cup, which had been fumbled during their argument and smashed on the ground.

Jasmine Coffee: If you love me, don’t hurt me.

The coffee trickled slowly across the ground, the winding stain soaking the three brothers’ shoes.

Third stared blankly at the coffee on the ground, his lips puckered as if about to cry. Second Brother was smirking coldly, while the eldest was seeing red.

He was the one who had dropped it.

"I won the bet."

A customer muttered quietly. He had said that in the end, no one would get to drink the jasmine coffee.

"I was just unlucky this time. I’ll definitely win next time."

"Less talk, more money. Pay up."

"Speaking of which, where’s Boss Lu?"

"Huh? Wasn’t she just watching the show? Hey, where’d she go?"

They had been so engrossed in watching the brothers turn against each other that they hadn’t even noticed Lu Wu disappear. When they looked again, both she and her stall were gone.

"Boss Lu!"

The cry shot to the heavens.

Meanwhile, Lu Wu, who had long since left with her large wings, was flying along the mountain path. Hearing the fading cry, she let out a mischievous laugh.

’Just as planned!’

With no more milk tea and no more Boss Lu, the customers at the entrance of the Heavenly Buddha Temple quickly dispersed.

The Cultivators were quite civic-minded, taking their trash with them. However, the coffee spilled by the three brothers still remained on the ground.

The Sweeping Monk re-emerged on the scene.

With a wave of his broom, the coffee was drawn up and gathered in the air, leaving the ground clean.

Even after all this time, the coffee was still fragrant and rich.

The Sweeping Monk swallowed.

’A man shouldn’t... at least, he’s not supposed to...’

’But I want to drink it.’

"MEOW!"

A cat’s cry rang out. A calico cat leaped up, opened its mouth, and swallowed the levitating coffee.

After landing, it flicked its tail, its pupils narrowed into slits, and it shot the Sweeping Monk a look of disdain.

’Hesitation is defeat, great monk.’

"I-I didn’t want to drink it anyway."

This was a feral cat raised at the Heavenly Buddha Temple, and it was very spiritually aware.

The Sweeping Monk wanted to defend himself. It wasn’t that he was greedy; he just felt it shouldn’t be wasted.

As for whether a normal cat can drink coffee...

Heh, this is the Green Origin Realm.

’Your kitty here became a spirit long ago!’

...

After the three brothers returned to Yaoxian Town, each one was bruised and battered, their expressions equally listless.

Walking down the street, the three brothers ignored each other.

At a fork in the road, the eldest went left, Second Brother went straight, and Third went right.

They went their separate ways.

Brothers for life, walking together; a strong cup of tea, a pot of wine.

But alas, the tea was shattered, and there was no wine.

Meanwhile, their employer, who happened to be in a teahouse right at that intersection: "???"

’Did you three brothers get lost?’

’What about the mission I gave you?’

’What’s your progress?’

’How did you go up the mountain so full of vigor, only to come down as enemies?’

’Is not a single one of you going to report your progress to me?’

’I’m the one paying! I’m the boss here!’

The "boss" of an employer pulled out a One World Communication and started spamming Second Brother, who had always been his point of contact for the job.

The reply came quickly: "Go ask the eldest. This is his account now."

Fine. He added the eldest and asked, only to get a reply that seemed to be a copy-paste.

"Go ask Third. This is his account now."

Alright, then. He tried adding him.

"*BEEP.* Sorry, this user has disabled friend requests. Please contact them offline."

Huh?

The employer laughed in anger.

He went back to message Second Brother and the eldest.

"*BEEP.* You have been blocked by this user. Please contact them offline."

Hah!

The employer slammed the teacup in his hand onto the table.

"Sir, that set of teacups is a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact, a one-of-a-kind item in our humble shop. The compensation will be around 250 Spirit Stones. How would you like to pay?"

The teahouse waiter appeared in a flash, asking with a smile.

The employer: ...

He completely lost it.