Chapter 106: The Aquatic Tribe is Mighty

The disciples each employed their own methods. On the city wall, Zhao Zheng, Liu Shuang, and other direct disciples were also deliberating.

"Ambush some disciples on the left and right flanks. Once the arrays and talismans are triggered, seize the momentum and strike."

"Understood. Also, have every disciple carry a Soul-Clearing Pill. Once I use the Heavenly Hemp Powder, have everyone take one to resist the medicinal effects."

Heavenly Hemp Powder is a type of paralytic agent; it can cause a person's limbs to become weak and numb in a short time.

As for the Soul-Clearing Pill, it is the antidote to this Heavenly Hemp Powder, allowing one to remain unaffected.

Hearing this, everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Third Junior Brother's plan is excellent."

"It works. When the time comes, with talismans, arrays, traps, and this Heavenly Hemp Powder, we can ensure nothing goes wrong."

"Indeed. In this battle, we must not let a single one of these ingredients escape."

Just as they were speaking, Wang Yao also climbed onto the city wall. Seeing this, Zhao Zheng asked.

"How did it go?"

"The message has already been sent out. Now we just need to wait patiently."

"Good. Junior Sister Wang Yao has performed a great service."

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed.

On the other side, at the East Sea Dragon Palace, the patriarch of the Flood Dragon clan was questioning a Demon King beside him.

"Is there still no news from Jiao Min?"

A night had already passed. Logically, the battle should have had a result by now, yet no news had come back from Jiao Min.

Hearing this, the Demon King shook his head and said.

"Not yet. But the Dragon King need not worry. The Divine Sword Peak disciples are already injured, and with the Third Prince personally taking action, there certainly won't be any problems. I estimate there will be a result very soon."

"Hmm, I believe in that."

The Dragon King had great confidence in Jiao Min. After all, this was his own offspring; among the younger generation of the East Sea, while not necessarily the strongest, he was among the top tier.

Plus, with fifty thousand aquatic troops, cleaning up a tiny Divine Sword Peak should be as easy as reaching out to grab something.

"Once we take the coastal camp, our plan will be foolproof. Even if the Dao One Sect discovers it, they won't be able to stop us."

The Dragon King wore a cold sneer, his eyes filled with a sharp, wise light.

Just then, the message from "Jiao Min" finally arrived. A streak of blood-red light flashed, and then "Jiao Min's" voice came through.

"My child Jiao Min.................."

After the message finished, the Dragon King and the Demon King exchanged a glance. The Demon King said calmly.

"It seems Divine Sword Peak is even more tenacious than we imagined."

According to what "Jiao Min" said, after a night of fierce fighting, the aquatic tribe did indeed hold the advantage, but taking the coastal camp quickly was still difficult.

Due to the stubborn resistance of the Divine Sword Peak disciples, Jiao Min needed reinforcements.

To this, the Dragon King gave a disdainful laugh.

"Hah, it is merely a death struggle. My child has already severely wounded the Divine Sword Peak disciples. Even without sending reinforcements, victory is only a matter of time."

"However, this King will not give them a chance to struggle. Pass down the order: send another sixty thousand aquatic elites to support my child and take the entire coastal camp in one fell swoop."

Jiao Min asked for fifty thousand aquatic troops as reinforcements, and he gave sixty thousand—an extra ten thousand.

The meaning was simple: to flatten the coastal camp with the force of a thunderbolt and let the Divine Sword Peak disciples know what despair feels like.

In the Dragon King's view, the Divine Sword Peak disciples inside the coastal camp must have already suffered heavy casualties.

And all he had to do was extinguish the last shred of hope in their hearts.

Let them know that opposing the aquatic tribe is self-destruction; the rise of the East Sea is unstoppable.

He didn't think twice, nor did he know that the extra ten thousand aquatic troops he sent were equivalent to delivering a surprise gift to the Divine Sword Peak disciples.

Originally, they only needed fifty thousand ingredients, but now, with ten thousand more, the Divine Sword Peak disciples were naturally too embarrassed to refuse.

Since you, old Dragon King, are so polite, we can only accept them with tears in our eyes.

The area around the coastal camp had been fully prepared; now they were just waiting for the ingredients to deliver themselves.

At lunchtime, Ye Changqing made sashimi, selecting the finest salmon clan, paired with simple wasabi and soy sauce as a dipping sauce.

For Ye Changqing, making sashimi was far too simple; it was nothing more than the tedious task of slicing.

However, with Ye Changqing’s perfected blade technique, he found it extremely easy.

The blade shadows danced in his hands, and plate after plate of fresh sashimi was served.

Seeing this way of eating for the first time, the disciples didn't know what to expect. One after another, they dipped their chopsticks in, soaked the fish slices directly into the sauce, and coated them thoroughly in wasabi.

"Wait a...............”

He wanted to warn them, but it was clearly too late; everyone had already taken a bite.

"So......... *cough cough cough*............"

In an instant, snot and tears were streaming down their faces. Ye Changqing held his forehead, speechless. You can't eat that much wasabi!

He thought that after this experience, the disciples would have learned their lesson, but as they stood there with tears streaming down, their next words left Ye Changqing baffled.

"Holy crap, what a domineering flavor."

"It’s so refreshing! This flavor that shoots straight to the brain is just too satisfying."

"Good, good, good! I love this flavor."

"It’s so delicious it makes me cry."

Crying while repeatedly praising it, Ye Changqing’s eyes widened. No, do you really think it’s delicious?

Look at how much you’re all crying; your eyes are all red! And you still call this delicious?

He thought they were just putting on a brave face, but the disciples continued to coat the fish in wasabi before eating. Some were even more ruthless, mixing it all together to eat.

In two lifetimes, this was his first time seeing such a way of eating. Eating sashimi like mixing noodles—what tough guys.

Even though tears were streaming down, the praise never stopped. They cried while enjoying this domineering delicacy.

"I never expected the aquatic tribe could be eaten this way."

"Indeed. Without any cooking, eating it raw, the flavor is still so delicious."

"No wonder people say that the best ingredients only require the simplest cooking methods."

"Comforting."

"Refreshing."

"Domineering."

"And it even has the effect of strengthening the physical body. Very good, very good indeed."

"Junior Brother Changqing, bring some more wasabi."

Facing a group with such heavy tastes, Ye Changqing gave up on the idea of teaching them. He could only say he respected them as real men.

The disciples feasted heartily, but it was a miserable time for those disciples bedridden with severe injuries.

A group of disciples unable to get out of bed lay in their rooms, filled with regret.

They kept trying, but their bodies simply wouldn't move. It was clearly lunchtime, yet they couldn't go; this was undoubtedly the greatest punishment for them.

One disciple even couldn't help but curse.

"Can you show some backbone? As my body, why can't you move? Get up!"

"Three meals! Do you know I’ve missed three meals already? Do you know that? You don't even deserve to be my body."

Just as he was cursing, the brothers who had finished eating happened to return. As soon as they opened the door, they asked.

"Junior Brother, what’s wrong? Who are you cursing?"

"Cursing myself."

Huh???

They didn't quite understand. The junior brother lying on the bed looked at the seniors who had just eaten and noticed their eyes were red. He asked with concern.

"Senior Brother, did you cry?"

"No."

"Nonsense, your eyes are clearly red. What happened? Did something happen at home?"

"Bullshit."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry!"

Every disciple who had eaten lunch today returned with tears in their eyes. For a time, the atmosphere in the coastal camp became inexplicably "sentimental."