Chapter 1779

It was just that Ye Changqing had the gender requirement set too strictly, otherwise, Hong Zun and the others would have wanted to recommend themselves.

The news that there would be food tonight spread quickly through the Dao One Sacred Land, and many disciples were excited.

When mealtime arrived, the Dao One Sacred Land naturally couldn't avoid another round of chaos.

At first, the Yunluo Sacred Land, the Yaochi Sacred Land, and other major sects didn't know what was going on, and they all cursed.

"What kind of nonsense is the Dao One Sacred Land up to again?"

"Who knows?"

"They never have a quiet day. It was the same at Tianhong Pass."

"Stop talking nonsense. The Dao One Sacred Land is having a meal today."

"What did you say? The Dao One Sacred Land is eating today?"

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Initially dismissive, once they learned the Dao One Sacred Land was actually having a meal today, the people from the other two Sacred Lands couldn't sit still.

Ignoring everything else, they immediately joined the ranks of those fighting for food.

At first, it was just an internal fight within the Dao One Sacred Land, but as they fought, the Dao One Sacred Land disciples realized something was wrong.

"Heavenly Silkworm Hand!"

"Seven Star Finger!"

"A fine Seven Star... what the hell?"

Since when did the Dao One Sacred Land have a technique like the Seven Star Finger? Looking closely, they realized that a Yunluo Sacred Land disciple had been standing in front of them for who knows how long.

Seeing this made the Dao One Sacred Land disciples furious.

"What are you doing here, Yunluo Sacred Land?"

"Coming to eat, of course."

"Eat my ass! This is our cafeteria!"

Now it was a mess; not only did they have to fight their own fellow disciples for food, but they also had to fight disciples from the other two Sacred Lands.

Facing the Yunluo and Yaochi Sacred Land disciples, the Dao One Sacred Land naturally wouldn't be polite, and the battle became increasingly intense.

Seeing this, Hong Zun and the others were helpless—why were people from other Sacred Lands joining in the fun? The situation was likely to become uncontrollable.

The Dao One Sacred Land's cafeteria naturally couldn't be completely open to outsiders; during wartime, they had prioritized the big picture.

But now it was different; they didn't even have enough for themselves, so if the other two Sacred Lands joined in, it would be a disaster.

Finally, with Hong Zun and the others stepping in, they managed to drive the Yunluo and Yaochi Sacred Land disciples back.

Finally getting to eat the hot meal they had been longing for, the disciples who managed to get a spot almost cried.

After the meal, the disciples felt as if they had been reborn; it was so comfortable.

After a peaceful night, the next day, the negotiations between the three races—Humans, Undead, and Demons—officially began.

The location was set in the center of the three races' encampments, which was the previous battlefield.

It had already been cleaned up, and the human side had even specially erected a Spirit City. Inside the main hall, the Emperor-level ancestors of the three races sat opposite each other, each stating their demands.

At first, the Undead and the Demons were naturally arguing incessantly.

The Undead's demand was very simple: they just wanted a place to live.

They could even use their original Undead territory to exchange with the Demons.

But the Demons, who already knew about the existence of the Demon Cave, how could they agree?

And the Undead's demand, to put it bluntly, was equivalent to asking the Demons to cede a portion of their land to the Undead.

Plus, the Undead were migrating as an entire race, so the territory they needed definitely wouldn't be small, making this even more impossible.

Therefore, the two races seemed fundamentally unable to negotiate.

The Undead without a place to live were essentially pushed to a desperate situation; anyway, when the Demon race descended, they would be finished regardless.

So they might as well fight to the death; at worst, they would perish together.

And asking the Demons to cede a large area of territory was obviously impossible as well.

So the two sides remained deadlocked until the human side couldn't help but speak up.

First looking at the Undead, Yun Xiantai asked.

"You are indeed going a bit too far, asking for two-thirds of their territory right off the bat."

"We can use all of our own territory in exchange."

"Forget it. Don't you have any idea what the situation is in your Undead territory? How about this: half. It'll be tight, but it's enough."

"This..."

"You don't agree?"

"Fine, we agree, but..."

Facing the strong attitude of Yun Xiantai, the Undead gritted their teeth and agreed. Half was half; it was a result they could finally accept. Moreover, looking at the situation, if they didn't agree, the humans would probably attack again.

Having persuaded the Undead, the meaning of the Undead Emperors was simple: they had no problem, but what about the Demons?

Could these Demon Emperors agree? And this matter...

But before the Demon side could speak, Yun Xiantai said directly.

"I've decided this for them. Half each. That's settled."

Without even asking the Demons for their opinion, Yun Xiantai made the final decision.

The reason was simple: in the eyes of human Emperors like Yun Xiantai and Shi Qingfeng, the Demons were just ingredients.

They had traveled thousands of miles for a bite to eat and had gone to great lengths to save the lives of these ingredients, so what was wrong with making a decision for them?

To put it bluntly, who would waste words on ingredients? You wouldn't consult a dog on every little thing, would you?

So from the human perspective, this was a perfectly normal thing.

But hearing this, the Demon side was stunned at first, but then the Demon Emperors were furious, glaring at the human Emperors.

"Don't you dare bully the Demon race too much! We haven't agreed yet!"