Chapter 103: Give me a bite

Looking at the lifeless dragon, the numerous disciples fell into silence, as if mourning.

Little Junior Sister stuck out her tongue and said to the dragon embarrassedly.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."

One could see that even in death, the dragon couldn't close its eyes.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Finally, Ye Changqing broke the silence.

He came to another dragon, and to this, the dragon shouted quickly.

"Wait, no need to trouble yourself, I'll do it myself."

Then it very decisively committed suicide.

Anyway, it was going to die, so it might as well go comfortably. These Divine Sword Peak disciples were all like devils.

Before he could even speak, another one died. Ye Changqing was helpless and could only turn his gaze to the other dragons.

"Hmph, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

"My Dragon clan never fears death."

"I'd rather die standing than live kneeling."

Following Ye Changqing's gaze, the dragons didn't hesitate at all and chose to commit suicide one after another.

The Dragon clan, if nothing else, were indeed incredibly proud. This point did have some of the style of the Dragon clan, preferring death over staining the pride of the Dragon clan.

But perhaps there were other reasons; after all, that dragon just now was truly miserable.

Without even lifting a hand, just by scanning with his eyes, over a hundred dragons were dead. For a moment, the numerous disciples erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Junior Brother Changqing is mighty!"

"I would like to call Junior Brother Changqing the strongest dragon slayer in the world."

"A good 'Dragon Slayer,' Junior Brother, that's a very apt term."

Listening to the cheers around him, Ye Changqing's mouth twitched. Do you guys really not know why these dragons committed suicide? Or are you playing dumb?

Or perhaps you want to cover up the embarrassment in your hearts by praising me?

Let me tell you, I, Ye Changqing, don't buy that.

Finally, under the urging of the crowd, Ye Changqing returned to the camp first, mainly because it was dawn and it was time to prepare breakfast.

As for other matters, the disciples would naturally handle them.

Riding Bai Bai back to the kitchen, the first batch of aquatic creatures had already been transported back by the senior brothers.

Looking at the numerous ingredients piled up and sorted, Ye Changqing thought about what to make.

After thinking about it, he decided to make a pot of seafood porridge.

[Seafood porridge, sweet and delicious, made by cooking high-quality spiritual rice with different aquatic creatures, has the effect of nourishing meridians.]

The method for seafood porridge is not difficult, and the combinations are relatively casual.

Spirit shrimp, giant crab, clams, dried scallops, squid, etc., all can be put in.

And green onions, cilantro, and other seasonings.

Setting up the pots and lighting the fire, Ye Changqing set up the large pots, his knife dancing in his hands, and the ingredients were quickly cleaned.

Like deveining the shrimp, washing and cutting the giant crabs, etc.

These things were not difficult for Ye Changqing; after all, this knife technique wasn't practiced in vain.

Before long, pots of seafood porridge were emitting bursts of rich fragrance.

He made quite a lot, enough for five thousand people, enough for all the disciples who participated in the battle to eat.

It's just that the consumption for this meal was not small. Adhering to the standard of two spirit shrimp and one giant crab per person, fifty thousand aquatic creatures might not last too long.

Just as breakfast was ready, the disciples arrived at the kitchen one after another, as if they had timed it perfectly.

"So fragrant!"

"Is this the taste of the ocean?"

"Damn, why didn't I notice this before? What a loss, what a loss!"

Each disciple kept inhaling, as if they wanted to suck the fragrance out of the air.

There was no need to scramble for breakfast today; everyone had a share, and the quantity was sufficient.

It was the first time eating such a rich meal. Everyone wasn't using basins anymore, but standing directly in front of the large pots and starting to eat.

One pot per person, all with matched quantities, not too much, not too little.

"Haha, refreshing!"

Holding a crab claw as tall as himself, Xu Jie was eating in a state of oblivion.

One pot per person—this was something that could only happen in dreams before.

Just looking at the way he ate the crab, Ye Changqing's eyes were about to pop out, because this guy didn't spit out the shell.

Such a large crab claw, such a thick crab shell, and it was the hardest part—damn, this guy just chewed it directly, ate more than half, and didn't spit out a single bit of residue.

Not just him, other disciples were the same, including the female disciples like Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, and Wang Yao.

Their mouths were like they had added steel knives; one bite, and the crab claw cracked open, with no resistance at all.

"Um, Senior Brothers, that's not how you eat giant crab."

Listening to the cracking sounds coming from everyone's mouths, Ye Changqing couldn't help but remind them, and then personally demonstrated for everyone.

The crab shell cannot be eaten, only the crab meat inside, that is the most delicious part.

And the giant crab clan is large in size, and there is plenty of crab meat; there is no need to struggle with the bland crab shell.

However, what Ye Changqing didn't expect was that facing his demonstration, the disciples refused without even thinking.

"How can this be thrown away? Junior Brother Changqing, you are too wasteful."

"Yes, the taste of this crab shell is so good, full of sweetness."

"Crab meat is delicious, crab shell is secondary, but it cannot be wasted."

"I can tell you haven't experienced hard times. Junior Brother Changqing, wasting food is shameful."

Being lectured by his senior brothers instead, Ye Changqing opened his mouth, but in the end, couldn't say a word.

He could only silently give a thumbs up.

Just then, there was movement at the courtyard gate. The senior brothers and sisters were busy eating and didn't want to pay attention. Ye Changqing looked toward the sound, and in an instant, he was stunned.

He saw outside the courtyard gate, an injured disciple covered in bandages, crawling into the courtyard bit by bit with difficulty.

The originally white gauze was already stained red with blood.

What is going on?

He quickly stepped forward to help the disciple up, Ye Changqing asked with concern.

"Senior Brother, what happened to you?"

"I want... I want... give me..."

The injury was serious, and he was speaking weakly. Hearing this, Ye Changqing was confused. What do you want? You're injured like this, what else could you want?

Not understanding, he asked.

"Senior Brother, speak clearly, what do you want? I'll give you whatever you want!"

"Give me... give me a bite..."

Damn it, Ye Changqing just wanted to leave him there to fend for himself. You're in this state, and you still want a bite?

And if he didn't recognize him wrong, this guy was a servant disciple, right?

This is ridiculous. You have to know that the servant disciples' residence is the furthest from the kitchen. How did this guy crawl from so far away all by himself?

Doesn't he feel pain? The bandages were already dripping blood. It's hard to imagine what he went through on the way.

And in the end, his only request was to have a bite of seafood porridge.

Without paying any attention to Ye Changqing's livid face, the servant disciple kept staring at the large pots, muttering to himself.

"Give me... give me a bite..."