“Thish -!” Hua Feixue’s eyes widened. “This ish sho good!”
“It’s cold and fluffy and melting in my mouth – Senior Shishter, are you getting thish?!”
She licked again, her expression nearly tearful. “It’sh like someone turned happinessh into ice and swirled it into this thing! My heart’sh doing flipsh!”
Yue Xueyan didn’t lift her head.
Still licking slowly.
“…Mn.”
“Good.”
That was all she said.
But her eyes gleamed. Her lips curved just slightly.
Yue Xueyan was happy.
And the ice cream?
The ice cream was divine.
After finishing the swirl of soft ice cream at the top, Yue Xueyan and Hua Feixue both turned their attention to the cone.
Yue Xueyan was about to ask Hao if the cone was even edible, but before she could speak, she heard a –
Crunch.
She looked at her junior sister, Hua Feixue, who had already bitten straight into the cone along with the ice cream.
Hua Feixue didn’t hesitate at all, crunching down with pure enjoyment.
The waffle cone smelled so delicious that it couldn’t possibly be inedible. That was Hua Feixue’s logic, and it made sense to her.
For anyone who loved ice cream, this was the part that was always tempting: when the cone finally met the tongue.
Hua Feixue’s eyes sparkled as she took another bite, nearly humming with delight.
“Mmm, it’sh so crunchy and perfect with the white stuff! I didn’t even think it would be this good!”
Yue Xueyan raised an eyebrow, watching her junior sister, before she too decided to take a bite.
She nodded ever so subtly. The cone, just like the ice cream, was more than she expected.
The two girls devoured their cones with enthusiasm, completely engrossed in the experience.
They both crunched away, not caring who was watching.
On the other side, Lin Yijun and Xiao Lianfeng had already finished their ice cream. The moment they reached the cones, they managed to finish them in just three bites.
They didn’t waste time. They used their qi to suppress the brain freeze they knew was coming.
Lin Yijun grinned. ’Can’t let something as simple as cold sensation slow me down.’
Xiao Lianfeng chuckled. ’Yeah, cultivators don’t get stopped by a little cold.’
Meanwhile, Yue Xueyan and Hua Feixue were lost in their pleasure, completely absorbed by the Soft Serve Vanilla Ice Cream.
Once the final taste melted away on their tongues, Yue Xueyan glanced up at her junior sister.
She couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, the corners of her lips twitching.
Hua Feixue’s face was covered in white streaks, remnants of the ice cream.
’Feixue, you have something on your face.’
Hua Feixue blinked, then giggled as she wiped her cheek, looking over at Yue Xueyan.
“Senior Sister, you’ve got some too!”
She pointed to Yue Xueyan’s own cheek, which also had a small white smudge.
Yue Xueyan raised a hand to her face, realizing it was true.
Her usually composed demeanor cracked for a second as she chuckled.
The scene felt so familiar – so distant, yet close.
It reminded them of the rare days in their youth, when they were still little disciples with stubby swords and oversized robes.
Back then, sweets were treasures, and laughter came easily.
No missions.
No training.
Just stolen moments under the sun, hiding from their elders to snack on whatever treats they could find.
That same carefree feeling lingered now, like a soft breeze stirring old memories.
Even cultivators, hardened by battles and burdened by duty, had once been children chasing sweetness.
And in this brief moment, they were those children again.
’Guess we’re both a little too into it.’
Hua Feixue laughed, her energy as boundless as ever.
“It’s so good though, Senior Sister! I can’t help it!”
Old Tiger Zhao sat in the corner, looking a little dazed.
His elbows were on the table. His back was slouched.
And his eyes?
Blankly staring at a can of Peach Oolong Tea and a bag of Original Salted Potato Chips.
He didn’t even know why he sat there so long.
It was just… the moment he laid eyes on them, his body started itching.
His hand twitched. His mouth watered.
But his mind?
It screamed: 8 crystals!
Eight whole crystals for two small things?
That’s not a price, that’s a frontal assault on my storage ring!
If this was a spar, I’d already be coughing blood!
These two tiny items were even pricier than the mythical ice cream he just ate!
Was that even legal?
Old Tiger Zhao didn’t know what kind of store this was anymore.
Everything in it cost a crystal or more!
Even the cheapest item would empty a normal rogue cultivator’s savings in just a week.
Just what kind of heavenly-tier luxury store had he stepped into?
But then again…
His eyes flickered toward the memory of the soft swirl of ice and cream.
That… divine creation.
That thing was beyond mortal cooking.
It wasn’t food.
It was art.
It was enlightenment.
It was a taste dao in solid form!
So maybe – just maybe – these chips and tea were the same?
He stared again at the bag.
His gut growled.
Old Tiger Zhao groaned.
’If only that kid would make an exception… just once…’
’Just one mercy for this old man’s craving…’
Nearby, Lin Yijun and Xiao Lianfeng were already lining up again.
Each held a cup of their favorite instant noodles and their usual drinks.
Lime Fizz for Lin Yijun.
Cola for Xiao Lianfeng.
Neither said a word about the ice cream.
Because they knew.
The rule was clear: one per day.
Even if they wanted to cry and kneel, begging for just one more cone, they wouldn’t get it.
The store owner would 1000% just look at them with the eyes of a man who wouldn’t bend, even if the heavens collapsed.
As if letting someone buy the same product twice in one day would cause a cosmic imbalance!
That Soft Serve Vanilla Ice Cream…
Surely it wasn’t just cooking.
They began to believe it had to be made using some high-level alchemy technique.
Maybe it required the milk of an immortal beast.
Or snow gathered from a forbidden peak.
How else could something taste that good?