Chapter 13: The Old Man Doesn't Play by the Rules

The inner disciples of each peak of the Dao One Sect had status comparable to Elders. The chore disciple didn't continue, but the meaning was self-evident.

Even two inner disciples were honestly lining up; even if you were an Elder of Divine Sword Peak, you had no special privileges.

Hearing this, Hong Zun didn't care much. He took a big gulp of wine and then honestly lined up behind the many chore disciples.

"Start eating."

As a disciple inside the courtyard shouted loudly, the line began to move slowly.

The disciples in front were all rubbing their hands, wishing they could replace the large bowls in their hands with basins. Each one added rice until it was piled high, and they wouldn't stop until it couldn't hold any more.

And such actions, seen in the eyes of those behind, made them anxious.

"Damn it, Chen Daniu, that's enough."

"That's about enough."

"Leave some for the brothers behind."

That's what they said, but when it was their turn, everyone gritted their teeth and added rice, pressing it down again and again, just to be able to fit more.

Even Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were the same. Watching Liu Shuang indignantly flatten the rice and add more, then flatten it again, Ye Changqing couldn't help but say,

"Senior Sister, does this rice have a grudge against you?"

"No, it's just that I have a big appetite, and this bowl is too small."

Hearing this, Liu Shuang didn't stop her movements and replied without raising her head. To this, Ye Changqing's mouth twitched.

This bowl is probably as big as your head, and you still think it's small?

Each of them racked their brains to be able to serve a little more rice. However, Ye Changqing made a large portion, so there wasn't a situation where there wasn't enough to eat. After all, there were only fifty or sixty people coming to eat each meal.

A full quarter of an hour later, it was finally Hong Zun's turn. Just now, he had seen his two disciples, each holding a bowl bigger than their own heads, eating wildly there.

They hadn't even noticed their own master.

Seeing the two women not caring about their image at all, Hong Zun also became interested. What kind of magic did this small kitchen have?

Until Hong Zun got closer and closer to the kitchen, the fragrance became more and more intense. By the time it was his turn, the old man's beard had already been completely soaked by drool, and a large part of his chest clothes were also wet.

"Serve the rice, serve the rice, hurry..."

His eyes, glowing green, were like a starving wolf, staring fixedly at that basin of stir-fried meat.

Even though Ye Changqing was used to the expressions of many disciples, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Hong Zun.

What's wrong with this old man? Did he have a rabies attack?

"Uh... Senior, are you alright?"

"Bowl, give me a bowl."

However, Hong Zun didn't hear a word of it; he only had eating on his mind.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing pointed to the large bowl on the side, and then he saw Hong Zun do something even more exaggerated than Liu Shuang: he directly used his cultivation.

"Not enough, not enough, press it for me, press it more..."

Using spiritual power to compress the rice in the bowl, just to be able to add a couple more scoops?

Ye Changqing was directly dumbfounded. On the other side, Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang also felt the fluctuation of spiritual power. They looked up and discovered that it was actually their master.

Why would Master be here?

But right now, that wasn't the most important thing. Seeing Master constantly using spiritual power to compress the rice, and the rice in the bucket getting less and less, about to be finished by him, Lu Youyou hurriedly stood up and said,

"Master, you can't use spiritual power to serve rice; it breaks the rules."

As Lu Youyou's voice fell, the many disciples present also looked up. The inner disciple's master—wasn't that the Divine Sword Peak Master?

Such a big figure was actually eating with them? However, when they saw the rice in Hong Zun's hand, everyone's eyes instantly turned red.

Good guy, how much did he serve?

"Master, the kitchen has the kitchen's rules; you can't violate them."

Liu Shuang also stood up and said, and the other chore disciples, although they didn't say anything, the red light in their eyes already explained everything.

It was less; the rice in the bucket instantly became much less.

Being watched by so many people, and with the accusations of two disciples, Hong Zun couldn't help but blush.

"Hehe, couldn't help it, couldn't help it."

He then restrained his spiritual power, but still scooped a large spoonful of stir-fried meat from the basin and poured it on top.

Afterward, he walked to Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang and began to eat in large mouthfuls without any image.

"Delicious, delicious..."

While eating, he also said vaguely in his mouth.

Old as he was, Hong Zun's speed of eating was no slower than anyone else's, and he even came from behind to take the lead. ===== CHAPTER 25 =====

When a disciple finished eating and wanted to go add more rice, they only felt a black shadow flash before their eyes, and then Hong Zun had already appeared in front of the large table.

"Little brother, can I add more rice?"

"Yes, as long as you don't waste food like just now."

"Hehe, alright, alright."

Hearing this, Hong Zun grinned, and then added another large bowl full. As for the other disciples behind him, they watched with eyes turning red.

This old man doesn't play by the rules. If they hadn't seen wrong just now, he had definitely used a movement technique. It was absolutely it.

Even Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were stunned, and then they revealed expressions of sudden realization.

Master is so amazing; why didn't they think of that?

At the beginning, you do have to line up, but when adding rice, you don't need to line up. As long as you finish eating and don't waste food, you can add more rice.

They happily added another large bowl and came back.

And Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang, inspired by their master, also directly used their movement techniques.

Those chore disciples didn't react at all; they only felt a gust of wind blow past, and then they saw the two women already surrounding the large table.

This time, everyone was furious.

"Damn it, can we still eat? Bullying us because our cultivation is low, right?"

"Bullying us because we don't have movement techniques, right?"

"Two senior sisters, leave some meat under your shovels; leave some, even if it's just some meat juice, so this junior brother can mix it with rice."

The many chore disciples wailed. After adding a large bowl full, Lu Youyou turned to these people and smiled,

"We didn't violate the rules. Adding rice is first come, first served. We lined up before."

Indeed, they didn't violate the rules, but Ye Changqing hadn't expected such a situation to occur before. Eating a meal, and movement techniques were used; who could have thought of that?

The many disciples were speechless. Lu Youyou was right; she had indeed lined up before, and as for adding rice, first come, first served, that was also very normal.

"You little bastards, you don't cultivate properly on weekdays. How about it? Now you can't even eat, do you know the importance of cultivation?"

On the other side, Hong Zun, while eating until his mouth was oily, laughed and scolded.

After finishing, he lowered his head and ate fiercely. This was simply a divine taste; having lived for so many years, he hadn't expected that there would be such a delicacy in this world.

As for the group of chore disciples, after Hong Zun, Lu Youyou, and Liu Shuang, they didn't know who started it, but they instantly fell into chaos.

"Damn it, leave some for me."

"Junior brother, one bite, I'll just eat one more bite, I beg you." ===== CHAPTER 26 =====