Part 1: The Sweet Arrival of Doom
The sun rose sweetly.
Too sweetly.
A pink haze filled the sky, scented with strawberry lies and vanilla manipulation. Suddenly, the ground trembled—not from qi, but from the thunderous march of pastel boots.
From the horizon emerged an army clad in bubblegum robes, sparkly warpaint, and candy-colored spirit beasts. They rode pink licorice tigers and floated on cotton candy clouds.
Leading them was a girl who looked thirteen but radiated the cultivation of a monster.
Her voice echoed like a school choir possessed by sugar demons:
"I am Princess Baobing, Grand Pastry General of the Southern Confectionery Sect. You have insulted sweetness by promoting… soup."
She pointed her marshmallow staff.
"Your punishment: Diabetic Destruction."
Wei Yun sighed.
"This day was coming."
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Part 2: The Candy Crusaders Attack
They struck like a pop idol apocalypse.
Gummy bear bombs exploded in sticky clusters.
Jawbreaker meteors rained from pink clouds.
Licorice lassos whipped around Mu Yao, who sliced them with her "Nope" blade.
Pan-Pan got stuck to a giant caramel golem.
Tang Zhi screamed. "I JUST GOT OUT OF THE BITTER PHASE!"
System alert:
> [Confectionery Sect's Signature Technique: Toothache Domain activated.]
[All enemies suffer from sugar overload—agility reduced, shame increased.]
Princess Baobing smirked.
"You see? Sugar unites. Sugar conquers."
Wei Yun spun his ladle.
"Too bad your sugar's got no soul."
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Part 3: Wei Yun's Saccharine Counterattack
He summoned a pot.
Broth Harmony Art – Sweet & Sour Chaos Mode.
Suddenly, flavors exploded from the pot in technicolor—honey, vinegar, miso, chili oil.
The sugar haze trembled.
Princess Baobing screamed.
"YOU DARE MIX FLAVOR PROFILES?!"
"Watch me." Wei Yun hurled:
Molasses-glazed pork ribs laced with lemon zest.
Sugarcane-grilled tofu with pickled radish.
Cinnamon soup with bitter melon foam.
Half the sugar army fainted from contrast shock.
One gumdrop monk shouted, "This… isn't harmony! This is avant-garde fusion!"
The licorice tiger vomited.
Victory: Temporary Chaos.
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Part 4: The Lollipop Spears of Death
Princess Baobing tore off her fluffy outer coat.
Beneath, her true battle gear emerged—armor made of crystallized sugar glass, her marshmallow staff now extended into a twelve-foot lollipop spear glowing with pink doom.
"Lollipop Lance Style – Spear of Sweetest Vengeance!"
She flew forward, carving sugar sigils in the air. Each strike released memories of childhood snacks and heartbreak-flavored cupcakes.
Wei Yun blocked her with Soup Sect Shield – Pot Lid of Protection.
Pan-Pan was crying in the corner. "She weaponized my trauma with jelly beans!"
Mu Yao leapt in and struck Baobing's shoulder.
"You're sweet, but your style lacks seasoning."
Baobing shrieked. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY FLAVOR PROFILE!"
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Part 5: Duel of Dessert and Depth
Wei Yun and Baobing clashed midair.
Each of her sugar attacks was met with spicy counters:
Candy rain met with five-spice drizzle.
Frosted sprinkles clashed against chili threads.
Caramel chains cracked against vinegar auras.
But Baobing unleashed her ultimate:
Heavenly Sugar Technique: Candy Coating of Emotional Regression!
She wrapped Wei Yun in a cocoon of nostalgic flavors—birthday cakes, lollipops, first crushes.
He saw… his past.
System:
> [WARNING: Host is being emotionally pacified via saccharine-induced regret hallucination.]
Wei Yun gritted his teeth.
Then shouted:
"REAL FLAVOR COMES FROM PAIN!"
He broke free with a nuclear blast of Hotpot Heart Qi.
The sugar shell shattered.
Baobing fell.
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Part 6: The Sugar Queen Surrenders
Coughing caramel, Baobing knelt.
"You… cooked pain into art…"
Wei Yun offered her a spoon.
"Try bittersweet broth. It's not about denial. It's about balance."
She sipped.
Eyes widened.
"…This… this is what I was missing."
System pinged:
> [You have converted Princess Baobing into an Honorary Dessert Strategist. New skill acquired: "Confectionery Counterbalance Technique."]
[Alliance formed: Dessert-Dumpling Treaty.]
Tang Zhi groaned, covered in taffy. "I hate flavor diplomacy."
Pan-Pan sniffled. "She made me relive my 4th birthday cake trauma…"
Wei Yun turned to the horizon.
System beeped.
> [Alert: The Savory Cultivators of the Salted Wind Sect are approaching. Their slogan: "Too bland? Not our fault."]
Mu Yao whispered, "Not… the blanders…"
Wei Yun cracked his knuckles.
"Let's season some sense into them."
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End of Chapter 17.