Chapter 101: Fatherly Love Is Like

Seeing Wang Yao move aside with a touched expression to give up her seat, Qingshi nearly vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Just a second ago, he thought the two of them were set, but who would have thought that in the next second, Wang Yao would voluntarily give up her seat? Would you dare believe this?

It wasn't just Qingshi; everyone present had an expression of wanting to vomit blood.

For these three meals a day, the entire Divine Jianfeng was so crazy they wished they could grow eight hundred extra hearts.

As long as it was within the rules, they would use any dirty trick they could.

But now, because of a mere few words, this damn girl had actually given away her seat.

As for that deacon, he wasn't the youngest in the Deacon Hall, but he was definitely far from the end of his lifespan, so everything he said was complete bullshit.

Moreover, such low-level tricks had been used by many people before, but the only response they ever got was "Get lost."

"Still too young," someone sighed. Qingshi was so angry he cursed aloud:

"Disciple, what are you doing?"

"Ah, Master, I... I thought he looked so pitiful."

Facing Qingshi's roar, little Wang Yao was a bit scared and replied in a small voice. At this, Qingshi felt a surge of blood rush to his chest.

"Pitiful my ass! Take a good look for yourself."

Hearing her Master's words, Wang Yao turned to look at the deacon who had already taken her seat. He was now arguing fiercely with other deacons, looking nothing like someone whose lifespan was nearing its end.

"You old thing, you broke the rules! You actually came to cheat, to bully a little girl who hasn't seen much of the world."

"Bullshit! Can you call what I did cheating? This is called mutual consent. What's wrong with her being willing to give me her seat? Which rule says you can't give up a seat?"

"It's a disgrace to decency! You've completely shamed our Dao Yi Sect."

"Nonsense! If you hadn't eaten for three days, why don't you come try it?"

Watching the old man who had instantly become full of life, Wang Yao called out blankly:

"Senior, you..."

But he didn't give her a chance at all. Hearing her, the deacon interrupted directly:

"Hey, little girl, you were the one who was willing just now. It's no use regretting it now."

Even if she were a fool, she knew she had been cheated. Wang Yao pouted in dissatisfaction, but not knowing what to say, she could only retreat to the side, sulking and muttering to herself:

"It's all a lie. This isn't the leader of the righteous path at all. How could a righteous Immortal Sect do such things?"

The little girl's impression of the Dao Yi Sect was simple: it was the leader of the righteous path in the Eastern Continent.

And what was the righteous path? According to Wang Yao's understanding, it meant being upright and magnanimous, never deigning to do petty, despicable, or shameless things.

But now, looking at these people on Divine Jianfeng, they used every despicable trick for a meal. This was completely different from what she had imagined.

"Sigh..."

Watching little Wang Yao's aggrieved expression, Qingshi sighed helplessly. She hadn't been through enough hardships; her experience in the world was too shallow.

As for Until Hong Zun, he had long since been laughing from ear to ear.

"Senior Sister."

Seeing Wang Yao, unable to bear the grievance, with tears streaming down her face, some female disciples who also hadn't grabbed a seat couldn't help but come over to comfort her.

She took a handkerchief, wiped her tears, and complained:

"Aren't we the leaders of the righteous path? Why can we deceive fellow disciples just because of a meal? Is this what righteous cultivators are like?"

Clearly, the impact of this incident on Wang Yao was huge. Seeing this, several female disciples sighed with strange expressions:

"Sigh, Senior Sister, you will understand in the future. Junior Brother Changqing's cooking is different from everyone else's."

No matter how much they said to Wang Yao now, she wouldn't understand, but she would soon enough.

With a shout of "Mealtime!", the kitchen courtyard gate was opened, and those who had grabbed seats rushed excitedly into the courtyard.

At the same time, a rich aroma wafted toward them. Those disciples who hadn't grabbed a seat began to inhale deeply.

"If I can't eat, I'll just inhale the scent. I'll inhale all the fragrance so you guys can only eat plain food!"

"Alright, Junior Brother, your face is turning purple from inhaling; aren't you afraid of suffocating?"

"Senior Brother, before you talk about me, you should look at yourself; your face is blue."

Even the female disciples surrounding Wang Yao twitched their noses, greedily inhaling the fragrance in the air.

"Senior Sister, you all..."

"Don't talk. If you can't eat, inhaling the scent is also quite good."

*Are these people crazy? * Seeing this, Wang Yao stood there, stunned. Did these people have some kind of psychological problem?

Was it really that hard to get a meal?

In Wang Yao's heart, she still felt it was just a meal; how hard could it be to eat? But, truth be told, the smell was really fragrant, making her, who had never been interested in eating, drool uncontrollably.

But this wasn't a difficult problem, right? With her Master's love for her, he would definitely share some with her.

This wasn't a lie. The two had relied on each other for survival; Qingshi had always treated her as his own, and their relationship was no different from father and daughter. And what father wouldn't love his little girl?

Thinking this, Wang Yao ran quickly into the courtyard. Once inside, the fragrance was even richer, making Wang Yao swallow her saliva involuntarily.

At this moment, she seemed to understand a little why the Divine Jianfeng disciples were so crazy.

She soon found her Master's figure in the crowd, squatting side-by-side with Until Hong Zun on the steps, eating in large mouthfuls.

Seeing her Master eating so happily, Wang Yao couldn't hold back any longer. She hurried forward and said with expectation:

"Master, is it good?"

"Good... good."

His mouth full of food, he replied vaguely. Swallowing her saliva again, Wang Yao continued:

"I want to eat too, Master, can you..."

In the past, as long as Wang Yao said this, Qingshi would definitely give all his leftovers to her. He had thought this time would be the same, but hearing this, Qingshi looked up at her, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said with a serious expression:

"Disciple, you have grown up. You cannot rely on your Master for everything. I cannot protect you for your whole life; you need to grow up."

Hearing this, Wang Yao initially thought this was her Master's guidance, and she lowered her head in guilt for a moment.

*That's right, I was the one who let myself be cheated out of my seat; what face do I have now to ask Master to share some with me? *

Her eyes were red. Thinking of her Master's disappointment in her, Wang Yao felt full of guilt. Just as she was about to apologize to her Master, the conversation between Until Hong Zun and Qingshi drifted into her ears:

"You even cheat your own disciple? You really aren't human."

"What do you know? I am teaching her. Besides, Yao'er has long since reached Grain Bigu; eating or not eating makes no difference to her."

"Then isn't that even more reason to?"

"Too much nonsense! Eat quickly. Such delicious food, how could I bear to share it with others? I don't even have enough for myself."

The two old geezers, while wolfing down their food, muttered vaguely as if no one else was around. Every word was heard by Wang Yao.

For a moment, she only had the feeling that fatherly love was like a landslide. ===== CHAPTER 102 =====

For a moment, she only had the feeling that paternal love was like a landslide.