Chapter 195

Let them know that opposing the Water Tribe is just seeking their own destruction, and the rise of the East Sea is unstoppable.

He didn't think much of it at all, nor did he know that the extra ten thousand Water Tribe troops he sent were equivalent to delivering a surprise to the Divine Jianfeng disciples.

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

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

The surroundings of the coastal camp had been completely set up, and now they were just waiting for the ingredients to deliver themselves to the door.

At lunchtime, Ye Changqing made sashimi, selecting the best of the salmon tribe and pairing it with simple mustard and soy sauce as a dipping sauce.

For Ye Changqing, making sashimi was simply too easy; it was nothing more than the slicing being a bit troublesome.

However, with Ye Changqing's Perfect Completion Realm blade technique, this was extremely easy.

The blade shadows danced in his hands, and plates of sashimi were freshly served.

Seeing this way of eating for the first time, the disciples didn't know at first and all dipped their chopsticks in, then directly soaked the fish slices into the dipping sauce, coating them completely in mustard.

"Wait a..."

Just as he wanted to warn them, it was clearly too late; everyone had already eaten it in one bite.

"Good... *cough cough cough*..."

For a time, snot and tears flowed. To this, Ye Changqing held his forehead, speechless. You can't eat that much mustard.

He thought that after this experience, the disciples would have learned their lesson, but with tears streaming down their faces, their next sentence left Ye Changqing completely bewildered.

"Holy crap, what a domineering flavor."

"It's so refreshing; this flavor that goes straight to the brain is simply too comfortable."

"Good, good, good. I like this flavor."

"It's so delicious it makes me cry."

While crying, they kept praising it. Ye Changqing's eyes widened. No, do you really think it's delicious?

They were all crying so much, their eyes were red, and they still thought it was delicious?

He thought they were just putting on a brave face, but the disciples continued to coat the fish meat in mustard before eating it. Some were even more ruthless and mixed it directly to eat.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had seen this way of eating. Eating sashimi like mixed noodles—ruthless people indeed.

Even though tears were streaming down their faces, the praise never stopped. While crying, they enjoyed this domineering delicacy.

"I didn't expect the Water Tribe to have such a way of eating."

"Yes, without any cooking, eating it raw, and the flavor is still so delicious."

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

"Comfortable."

"Refreshing."

"Domineering."

"And it also has the effect of improving the physical body. Very good, very good indeed."

"Junior Brother Changqing, bring some more mustard."

Facing a group of people whose taste for strong flavors had reached such a point, Ye Changqing also gave up on the idea of teaching them, and could only say: I respect you all as real men.

The disciples feasted, but it was bitter for those disciples who were seriously injured and bedridden.

A group of disciples who couldn't get out of bed were lying in their rooms, full of regret.

They kept trying, but their bodies were just hard to move. It was clearly lunchtime, but they couldn't go; this was undoubtedly the greatest punishment for them.

Some disciples even couldn't help but curse.

"Can you be a bit more promising? As my body, why can't you move? Get up for me!"

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

Just as they were cursing, the senior and junior brothers who had finished eating happened to return. As soon as they opened the door, they asked.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother? Who are you cursing?"

"Cursing myself."

Hmm???

They didn't quite understand, and the junior brother lying on the bed also looked at the senior brother who had just finished eating, noticing his eyes were red, and asked with concern.

"Senior Brother, did you cry?"

"No."

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

"Fart."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry."

Almost all the disciples who had eaten today's lunch went back with tears in their eyes. For a time, the atmosphere in the coastal camp became somewhat inexplicably "sentimental." ===== CHAPTER 196 =====