Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Fighting Magic with Magic

Compared to milk tea, fruit tea was much more refreshing.

Especially since Lu Wu was using perfume lemons. This variety had a sweeter, more fragrant aroma. While still sour, the acidity was much milder and wouldn’t set one’s teeth on edge.

For the old monk, who was trying this fruit tea for the first time, he couldn’t imagine how such a simple brew could taste so good, even after watching the entire process.

The coolness of the ice, enveloped in the rich fragrance of black tea, exploded in his mouth.

The fruity aroma of the lemon lingered. As he savored it, he could detect a subtle bitterness—an astringency originating from both the black tea and the lemon.

Its presence didn’t detract from the lemon tea’s flavor; on the contrary, it added another layer of complexity, elevating the taste even further.

The interplay of sweet and sour was an exquisite treat for his taste buds. The old monk’s mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, clamping down on the straw and refusing to let go.

The slight bitterness of the lemon and the crispness of the pulp blended perfectly with the black tea, leaving a subtle, sweet aftertaste that lingered deep in the throat.

The aromas of tea and fruit intertwined, light yet full-bodied. This was how Lu Wu would describe her lemon tea. A single sip left a lingering fragrance.

Lu Wu was very satisfied with her handiwork, and the old monk was equally delighted with the finished product.

He held the cup, savoring it slowly.

Compared to this lemon tea, those rare Spiritual Teas he owned were nothing.

Thinking of the Spiritual Teas stashed away in his cabinet, the old monk decided he would give them all away when he got back.

’There was just no comparison.’

Before he knew it, he had finished the entire cup of lemon tea.

The old monk rubbed his stomach, a blissful expression on his old face.

He squinted, savoring the feeling for a long moment before chuckling. "Young lady, I don’t recognize you. This must be your first day setting up a stall here."

"That’s right."

Lu Wu had no reason to hide it.

"How long are you planning to be here?"

"About seven days."

"Seven days? That’s a bit short. Have you considered staying longer?"

"I haven’t thought about it yet."

Their back-and-forth seemed like a simple chat, but Lu Wu keenly sensed he was probing for something.

"Ahem, Master, I only sell milk tea."

’I’m not selling myself, and certainly not to a monastery.’

"You’ve got a sharp mind for one so young."

The old monk didn’t deny it.

Tugging his beard, the old monk’s eyes darted about as he continued to scheme.

’The Heavenly Buddha Temple has never accepted female disciples, but it’s not impossible to make an exception. After all, I can see this young benefactor has a profound affinity with the Buddha.’

’Such a promising talent, truly one with karmic ties to the Buddha!’

Just as the old monk was about to say more, his ears twitched. He looked toward the Heavenly Buddha Temple, his expression one of surprise.

"It seems we have an unwelcome visitor. Young lady, we’ll talk again later."

With that, he picked up his broom and walked toward the Heavenly Buddha Temple. As he passed the young monk, he gave the boy’s bald head a good smack.

"Stop letting your imagination run wild. The young lady is fine. If you have a moment, go buy a milk tea. It’ll be good for you."

Ignoring the young monk’s bewildered expression, the old monk’s figure flickered and vanished.

In a small courtyard within the Heavenly Buddha Temple—the old monk’s private residence—he had barely stepped inside when a foot connected squarely with his rear.

The old monk, who only moments ago had the dignified air of an enlightened master, rubbed his backside and stared at the old man who had appeared in the courtyard, not daring to show anger or even speak.

"Senior, what brings you here?"

Wherever Lu Wu appeared, Uncle Li was sure to follow.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, glaring down at the old monk and letting out a cold sneer.

"If I hadn’t come, was I supposed to just stand by and watch you lure my precious granddaughter into this monastery of yours?"

"I’m telling you, you old coot, if you dare make my granddaughter shave her head and renounce worldly life, I will tear down this entire Heavenly Buddha Temple."

"And I mean what I say."

Uncle Li’s domineering presence radiated outwards, and the heavy pressure was so intense that even the old monk had to shrink back from his imposing might.

"Ahem, so the young lady is your granddaughter, Senior! Well, isn’t this a happy coincidence! That practically makes us family!"

The old monk was utterly shameless, unfazed by Uncle Li’s fury.

Instead, he busied himself with brewing tea for Uncle Li.

He used his finest Spiritual Tea.

This small courtyard seemed unaffected by the suppressive effects of the Sealing Demon Array, and Spiritual Energy flowed freely.

A moment later, the Spiritual Tea was ready.

The old monk poured a cup and placed it before Uncle Li. "Senior, please have some tea. It will help you calm down."

Uncle Li glanced at the clear, elegant tea, sneered disdainfully, and then pulled a cup of milk tea out of his Storage Space.

"Even a dog wouldn’t drink this tea of yours."

In Uncle Li’s hand was a genuine milk tea. Its rich, mellow brew had a captivating sweetness, completely different from the lemon tea’s fragrance.

It looked absolutely delicious.

The old monk’s eyes were practically glued to the cup.

After a moment of silence, he pushed the pot of Spiritual Tea aside.

"You’re right, Senior," he said. "Even a dog wouldn’t drink this Spiritual Tea."

"Senior, do you think maybe I could..."

The old monk rubbed his hands together greedily, his eyes practically screaming his desire for a sip.

While the two old men were locked in a battle of wits, the young monk had arrived back at Lu Wu’s stall outside the Heavenly Buddha Temple, his round cheeks puffed out in a pout.

"My senior brother and master-uncle both said you’re a good person, and I believe they wouldn’t lie to me."

"But I’ll be watching you. If you try to do anything to harm the Heavenly Buddha Temple, I won’t let you get away with it."

The young monk was a pure soul.

Even as he spoke words of warning, his gaze was utterly clear and innocent.

Seeing the young monk like this, a mischievous impulse welled up in Lu Wu. The smile on her face vanished, replaced by a sinister expression.

She fixed the young monk with a cold glare, her voice turning grim.

"Since you’ve found me out, don’t blame me for what comes next, little monk... MWAHAHAHA..."

After letting out a classic villainous laugh, Lu Wu waited for the young monk to retaliate. To her surprise, he just stood there, stunned, his mouth hanging wide open.

The next moment...

"WAAAH!"

He burst into tears!

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, and his expression was absolutely pitiful.

The young monk’s counterattack—fighting evil with tears—successfully threw Lu Wu into a panic. She frantically looked around, relieved that no one else was there to witness her "bullying" a child.

"I’m sorry, I was just kidding! I’m one of the good guys, I swear!"

"Don’t cry, please don’t cry! How about I treat you to a cup of my Super-Invincibly-Delicious-Make-You-Go-Meep Milk Tea, okay?"

Lu Wu threw her hands up in surrender.

"*Hic...* You’re really not a bad person?"

The young monk rubbed his eyes and tried his best to glare fiercely at Lu Wu, completely unaware of how adorable his tear-streaked face looked.

"Of course not! Would a bad person treat you to milk tea?"

Lu Wu argued, her logic irrefutable.

The so-called "Super-Invincibly-Delicious-Make-You-Go-Meep Milk Tea" was, in fact, a brown sugar pearl milk tea.

With such a flamboyant name, the flavor naturally had to deliver.

Seeing that the young monk had stopped crying, Lu Wu quickly got to work.

This one also used a black tea base.

Lu Wu took out a cup and began by drizzling brown sugar syrup along the inside wall. The thick syrup flowed down naturally, creating a "waterfall" effect.

Aesthetically, it was already a success.

For pearl milk tea to be truly delicious, the quality of the pearls is key. They can’t be too soft or mushy; they must have the perfect amount of chew.

When pressed lightly with a spoon, the pearls Lu Wu made would spring right back.

She spooned a generous layer of pearls into the bottom of the cup. The round, glossy spheres rolled about, giving it a playful, whimsical look.

She added ice, followed by the cooled black tea, rich and creamy milk, and a bit of homemade condensed milk.

Shake, shake, shake.

Finally, when her arm began to ache, the "make-you-go-meep" milk tea was ready.

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