Chapter 9: A Battle Between a Heavenly Prodigy and the Arrogant Dog Over a Steamed Bun

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“I managed to buy the steamed buns, but the small meat buns were sold out. I’ll try the others first and let you know.”

She hailed from Stormwind City, not far from Little River Town, and had discovered this bun stall through the One Realm Network.

She and a friend both loved sampling delicacies, often wandering separately in search of unique flavors and inviting each other to share their finds.

Upon seeing the post, she was intrigued by the proximity to Little River Town and eager to taste the buns, especially the small meat buns she longed for the most.

Without her coveted meat buns, her interest in the remaining two flavors waned.

Having sampled countless gourmet dishes, no matter how much the One Realm Network hyped them, she held few expectations.

After sending her message, she unwrapped the greaseproof paper, casually took a bun and bit into it.

Her device vibrated—her friend had replied.

“No worries, I found a delicious heavenly-flavored fish here. I’ll send you the location; come over.”

Just as she was about to agree, the bun’s soft white dough broke under her teeth, releasing a subtle sweetness that spread across her palate.

Though not fond of sweets, her eyes widened instantly.

Having tasted the skills of many famed chefs, she was astonished by the bun’s exquisite flavor.

“Wow!”

Startled by the burst of deliciousness, she exclaimed reflexively.

But holding the bun only in her mouth, the moment she spoke, it slipped and fell to the ground.

Completely unexpected, she didn’t even have time to catch it.

Thunk!

The bun landed on the floor, and she wore a crestfallen expression—her precious bun, and she had only taken one bite.

After the mishap, the surrounding area grew noticeably quieter.

In the eerie silence, she looked up and noticed several diners glaring at the fallen bun with hungry green eyes.

“Miss, do you still want this bun?”

Someone asked with a dark gaze, their eyes like starving wolves.

“No…”

Faced with so many predatory looks, she hesitated in her reply.

As a cultivator, a little dirt wouldn’t harm her; she could even cast a spell to cleanse it and continue eating.

Just as she was about to change her answer, a breeze stirred.

The wind tousled her hair and brushed across her face, revealing that it was caused by the surrounding cultivators’ spiritual energy colliding.

No one was paying attention to her now; all eyes were fixed on the bun on the ground.

Since the bun had fallen and the girl no longer wanted it, it was fair game for whoever was destined to have it.

Their eyes met, and sparks flew as their energies clashed midair.

Anyone who had tasted Boss Lu’s buns could never refuse this divine delicacy.

They didn’t mind that the bun had been bitten.

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In the blink of an eye, someone made the first move.

“Mine!”

He shouted, unleashing his spiritual power to snatch the bun from the floor with lightning speed, leaving only an afterimage.

“Heh, if I can’t have it, neither can you!”

Another man behind him, slower to react, wore a fierce expression.

If I can’t eat that bun, then neither can you.

“Hey, I’m your big brother, your real big brother! How can you betray me with such a sneaky trick as monkey stealing peaches?”

Just as the first man was about to grab the bun, a hand came from behind and struck him down.

The attacker was his once-favored younger brother.

The man’s dignity was shattered; he fell to the ground, clutching his leg in unbearable pain.

“Brother, when it comes to buns, we siblings settle accounts fairly.”

Because it was his own brother, the younger one refused to let the elder eat an extra bun.

If I can’t have it, then I’ll destroy it all.

He sneered like a villain.

As the two brothers turned against each other, others seized the opportunity and surged forward.

Just as one’s fingers were about to touch the bun, he smiled—but his joy was short-lived.

“Justice from above!”

A thunderous crash.

Someone dropped from above, landing squarely on the man’s head, pressing it into the ground.

The one who intervened was a young man—the same one who bought buns with real money yesterday and was subsequently impressed.

Today, he was back.

His name was Qin Zhan, a prodigious disciple from the Saint Sword Sect, the third largest sect in the Azure Yuan Realm.

Standing tall with a radiant smile, Qin Zhan declared,

“Victory belongs to me!”

With a wave of his hand, pure and unstained, his aura exploded, overwhelming everyone present and silencing them into stillness.

Qin Zhan smiled smugly.

How could mere cultivators from Little River Town compare to such a peerless prodigy?

After striking a victorious pose, he bent down, ready to savor his prize.

“Huh???”

But when he glanced down, he was dumbfounded.

The spot was empty—there wasn’t even a scrap of dough left.

Where was the bun?

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When he made his move, he had deliberately avoided the bun’s exact location, careful not to damage it.

His precise control over his spiritual power was unquestionable.

So where on earth had the large bun gone?

“Where’s my bun?”

Qin Zhan ground his teeth, scanning the crowd with fierce eyes, his fists trembling with suppressed energy.

If he spotted a suspect, he would pounce without hesitation to teach them a lesson.

But all the suspects shook their heads in denial.

“Um…”

The former owner of the bun, the young woman, swallowed nervously. “I know who the culprit is.”

Under Qin Zhan’s piercing gaze, she cautiously pointed not far away.

Qin Zhan turned to look and saw a large yellow dog busily devouring something.

Its tongue wagged as it swallowed the bun in one gulp.

The dog’s ravenous manner made Qin Zhan want to grab it and give it a few slaps.

You stole my bun, and you eat it so crudely?

Do you even know what it means to savor something?

Having finished the bun, the dog noticed Qin Zhan’s stare and grinned.

“Woof woof woof!”

Overjoyed.

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