Hao gathered his solar qi into his hand, letting it flow.
His palm closed tightly, focusing the heat on the token.
The token glowed faintly as heat radiated from his hand.
The pressure intensified, and the heat rose with each passing second.
’Should be enough now.’ Hao thought, giving it one last squeeze.
But when he opened his palm, the token remained the same.
No change. No cracking. Nothing.
Hao just smiled and shook his head.
He didn’t push all his solar qi into it, knowing that it would be futile.
It was more out of curiosity than anything.
Still, he had kind of expected it.
The token produced by the system wasn’t something that could be easily destroyed.
Maybe not even a real immortal cultivator would be able to damage it with brute force.
’Okay, let’s try the ice cream.’
He turned and made his way over to the cone dispenser.
There was a slot at the front of the machine, and without hesitation, Hao inserted the token.
Click!
He extended his hand into the cone dispenser’s opening.
Ploof!
A waffle cone slid out into his hand. It was smooth, crisp, and the texture was just like the one on the display screen.
Hao retracted his hand and looked at the cone. He rotated it over, examining it closely.
It was perfect.
The waffle cone had a nice, golden-brown color. The kind you could tell was freshly baked – crispy, yet with that soft warmth that made it irresistible.
He sniffed it, and a pleasant aroma filled his senses.
Sweet and slightly nutty, it was the scent of something freshly baked, an inviting sweetness that made your mouth water.
The bottom of the cone had a small paper lining – the kind often used in ice cream shops to prevent the mess from dripping down to your hand.
A small but practical touch. Hao appreciated it.
Hao walked over to the ice cream machine, holding the cone in one hand.
Like the water dispenser, the ice cream machine had a small holder at the base.
He placed the cone there, centering it under the nozzle.
A soft, sweet aroma rose from the machine as he positioned it.
The nozzle activated, and a steady stream of soft serve began to pour out.
Hao could smell the rich vanilla filling the air, making his mouth water.
The soft serve spun from the nozzle, swirling perfectly into a smooth, creamy peak at the top of the cone.
Watching the swirl form, it felt as though an artist was shaping the ice cream, each turn making it more perfect.
Hao quickly grabbed the cone, pulling it out of the holder with a satisfying clink.
He stared at the perfectly swirled ice cream.
The creamy texture looked almost too good to eat.
He licked his lips, the anticipation building as he leaned in.
With a slow, careful motion, Hao extended his tongue and touched the tip of the ice cream.
The first taste hit him instantly.
It was a soft, gentle sweetness that seemed to drift through his senses.
It wasn’t like any vanilla he had tasted before.
It was fresh, almost ethereal, with a delicate floral note that calmed his mind.
The sweetness wasn’t overpowering, but it lingered with an almost enchanting lightness.
Hao couldn’t help but close his eyes for a moment, savoring the unique flavor.
Then, he took another, larger lick, his impatience growing.
As the ice cream melted, it shifted in texture, becoming creamy and rich.
A soft, icy coolness spread across his mouth.
It was like a light breeze on a hot day, soothing and calming.
He let out a small satisfied hum, feeling the coldness settle deep into his senses.
Hao couldn’t resist, eager to take a bigger taste.
The moment the ice cream melted away, a crystalline sweetness lingered in his mouth.
It wasn’t heavy, but the purity of the flavor left behind a clean, crisp finish.
There was no heaviness to it, just a soft, lingering note that made him want to keep tasting.
Hao grinned, clearly enjoying himself a bit too much.
He licked his lips again, then took another big bite.
This time, he didn’t hold back.
The coldness hit him in waves, and before he knew it, he had a brain freeze.
His face immediately contorted, and he held his head, groaning quietly.
“Ugh… guess I got carried away.” he muttered, shaking his head as the freezing sensation subsided.
He tried to laugh it off, but the ice cream was just too irresistible.
Hao took a few more careful licks, now fully absorbed in the delightful sensation of the ice cream.
He moved on to the cone.
He brought the waffle cone to his mouth and took a bite, savoring the slightly nutty, toasted flavor.
The crunch was perfect – crisp and satisfying, just the way it should be.
The slight sweetness from the cone complemented the creamy vanilla ice cream perfectly, making each bite even more enjoyable.
Hao couldn’t help but smile, his enjoyment obvious.
But as he got closer to the end of the ice cream, a little voice in his head reminded him of something.
He quickly checked the ice cream, making sure it wouldn’t fall from the cone.
He held the cone carefully, almost as if he were a kid again, not wanting to let any of the ice cream slip off.
With a slight frown, he noticed a little bit of ice cream was still hanging on.
Hao quickly brought the cone up, licking it off before it could make a mess.
He let out a small laugh at his own actions.
It felt so natural to be careful about it, like he was trying to avoid a tragedy.
’I’m still not over that fear of ice cream melting everywhere.’ he thought, glancing at the small flattened top of the ice cream.
With the top now perfectly smooth, he shifted his focus to the crunchy, sweet waffle cone, feeling the crispness with each bite.
