Note from the author:
Guys this is not the canon Chapter of the story.
It’s just a bonus Chapter made for daughters.
Late at night, Li Ming was starving.
His stomach roared like a dragon.
He whispered to himself, "If I don’t eat a bun now, I’ll break through to Qi Starving Realm."
But the problem was... he had no buns left.
So, he came up with the greatest plan in history: Steal buns from the Azure Sky Sect kitchen.
Li Ming crept through the halls like a shadow.
Well... like a very clumsy, noisy shadow.
CLANG! He kicked a bucket.
BANG! He knocked over a broom.
CRASH! He fell into a barrel.
The patrolling disciples shouted, "Who’s there?!"
Li Ming panicked. He dropped to the ground, spread his arms, and whispered, "I’m a floor tile." Original content can be found at novel·fıre·net
The disciples looked at him. A man lying flat on the ground, humming quietly.
"...Yeah, it’s just a tile," one muttered. They walked away.
Li Ming wiped his sweat. "Ha! Genius."
At last, he reached the kitchen. The smell of fresh buns filled the air.
He opened the door slowly. Creeeeak.
Inside, baskets of buns sat on the table, glowing under the moonlight like heavenly treasures.
Li Ming’s eyes sparkled. "My wives... I’ve come to rescue you."
He dashed forward, hugged a basket, and whispered, "Don’t worry, I’ll take you to a better home."
The head chef, a fat man with a cleaver, stormed out. His qi cultivation was Foundation Building!
Li Ming froze. "Senior... I was just... checking if the buns are safe."
The chef roared, "Thief! You dare touch my buns?!"
He swung the cleaver.
Li Ming screamed and ran in circles, still holding the bun basket. Steam puffed out of the basket as buns bounced everywhere.
The disciples outside saw this scene and shouted:
"Someone is fighting the head chef!"
"Look! He’s deflecting the cleaver with buns!"
Indeed, every time the chef swung, Li Ming panicked and threw a bun. THUD! THUD! THUD! The buns smacked the chef’s face one after another.
The chef staggered back, eyes swollen.
"...This boy... he’s using buns as hidden weapons!"
Finally, the chef collapsed onto the ground, buried under a pile of buns.
"He... he defeated a Foundation Building expert with just... buns?!"
"This is a new martial art!"
Li Ming stood proudly, basket in hand. "Yes. This is my ultimate technique—"
He paused dramatically.
"—The 108 Bun Throwing Arts."
The disciples went silent. Then they all knelt.
"Please, Master Li Ming! Teach us your ways!"
Li Ming blinked. He had only wanted to eat...
But he smiled mysteriously and said, "Lesson one: Always have buns ready."
Later that night, Li Ming sat on the roof, eating buns happily.
He whispered to the moon, "People chase cultivation, power, glory... but I only chase you, my dear buns."
The moon said nothing.
But in that silence, Li Ming felt truly enlightened.
He broke through to... Bun Gathering Realm.