Chapter 1401: The lifeless Dao One Sect

Neither the Yunluo Saint Lord nor the Yaochi Saint Lord opposed the Dao One Sect's entry into the Central Continent; they even expressed their support.

On one hand, it was Ye Changqing's food, and on the other, the Dao One Sect's entry had no impact on the Yunluo and Yaochi Sacred Grounds.

Because as things stood, the Dao One Sect's entry into the Central Continent had one, and only one, choice: to replace the Qingtian Sacred Ground.

Taking over the resources of the Qingtian Sacred Ground did not conflict with the Yaochi and Yunluo Sacred Grounds.

Looking at the silly-looking Yunluo Saint Lord, Facing Qi Xiong and the others revealed a strange smile, while Li Zhengqing and the others couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward, and dragged the Yunluo Saint Lord away.

"Saint Lord, you are at least the Saint Lord of our Yunluo Sacred Ground, can you not be so embarrassing?"

"What's wrong with that? Don't you know that food is the most important thing for the people? I just want to eat, what's wrong with that?"

"You..."

While being dragged away by Li Zhengqing and the others, he complained unhappily.

"Truly not looking like a Saint Lord of a Sacred Ground at all."

Watching the Yunluo Saint Lord walk away, Facing Qi Xiong laughed, but was immediately retorted by Hearing Mo Yun in the next second.

"You're not much better, Senior Brother. Our Dao One Sect has lost plenty of face too."

Once these words were spoken, Facing Qi Xiong's face instantly turned black, and he glared fiercely at Hearing Mo Yun. This guy was good at everything, but why did he have to have a mouth?

Facing Qi Xiong had already planned to contact Wu Shou and Shi Song.

And far away in the Dao One Sect in the Eastern Continent, several months had passed, and by now, the Dao One Sect had long since lost its former vitality.

Let alone the disciples, even the horse farm at the foot of the mountain was lifeless.

Those spirit horses were all dejected, and the deacon on the side couldn't help but curse as he watched.

"Truly a bunch of cheap bones. Before, you didn't want to go out, and now that no one is coming to ride you, you're not used to it?"

The deacon was also helpless. What had happened to these disciples? They weren't doing their tasks, and the horse farm was cold and deserted every day—it was the complete opposite of before.

On the major peaks, one could see disciples still trying hard to cultivate, but they all had expressions as if their parents had died.

"Sigh, another day of missing Elder Changqing."

"Who says it isn't?"

"Hey, Senior Brother, do you have any dry rations left?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Hehe, I finished mine, I want to buy some from you."

"Not selling."

"You... we are fellow disciples, you treat me like this?"

"Everyone was given the same amount. If you didn't save yours, what does that have to do with me?"

"I can't help it!"

After a few months, no matter how delicious the dry rations were, the disciples were getting tired of them; after all, they couldn't compare to freshly cooked food.

Furthermore, there were some disciples who didn't even have dry rations left.

They claimed that whenever they thought of Elder Changqing, they couldn't help but want to eat, and the feeling was just like being in the cafeteria.

But even so, after a few months, the stock was gone, which made it even more miserable.

As for the main peak, outside the cafeteria, no one knew when it started, but the disciples had spontaneously set up a portrait of Ye Changqing, and around the portrait, it was filled with flowers. ===== CHAPTER 1402 =====