Chapter 241

"Cotton Palm."

Without a word, the disciples all struck at once. Zhao Zhengping and the others, who had no cultivation, naturally had no power to resist and were subdued with ease.

"Haha, good, I grabbed a spot."

"Didn't expect such a pleasant surprise."

"This is all thanks to the Peak Master."

"Yes, yes, yes, the Peak Master is mighty."

Several inner sect disciples who had snatched spots from Zhao Zhengping and his group rushed toward the kitchen, each one incredibly excited.

They had been in despair, but never expected a pie to actually fall from the sky; truly, heaven never closes all doors.

Looking at Zhao Zhengping and the others, they were truly anxious now, roaring with bloodshot eyes.

"Damn it, you all get back here!"

"That's mine, that's my Dragon-Phoenix Soup!"

"Damn it, give me back my Dragon-Phoenix Soup!"

It had been a sure thing, a gourmet meal they were certain to eat, yet in an instant, it was gone.

One must know, for this mouthful of Dragon-Phoenix Soup, Xu Jie and the others had endured for three whole days. It was just about to reach their mouths, yet in the end, it was snatched away by others.

Their angry roars received no response, so Xu Jie and the others could only shout at Until Hong Zun and the other man.

"Master, I was wrong, I was truly wrong."

"Master, untie me, I'll just have one sip."

"Master, I am your only disciple!"

It was a pity that Until Hong Zun and Qingshi paid them absolutely no mind. At this moment, the two old things had already gathered in front of the large pot, looking at the crystal-clear soup inside, unable to stop their saliva from flowing.

Simmered for three days and three nights, this Dragon-Phoenix Soup radiated a luster like jade, and its rich, mellow aroma rushed straight into their nasal cavities.

It made the two old men stare blankly.

As for Ye Changqing, who was in front of them, he was stunned on the spot, the same question arising in his heart: why were the Peak Master and the Great Elder here?

And, outside...

"Um, Peak Master, the Senior Brothers seem to be calling you."

He couldn't help but speak up to remind them. Hearing this, Until Hong Zun didn't even lift his eyes, saying indifferently.

"You heard wrong, no one is calling me. By the way, Changqing lad, can this be eaten now?"

"Uh... it can be, yes."

"Haha, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Can you imagine how terrifying two old guys who haven't eaten for nearly a month can be? That was exactly the case right now.

"Damn it, this thigh is mine, and the dragon horn too!"

"One each, don't snatch!"

The two were eating with great delight in the courtyard, while outside, Zhao Zhengping and the others were already crying their eyes out.

"My Dragon-Phoenix Soup!"

"Damn it, leave me a mouthful!"

Seeing Zhao Zhengping and the others, who were esteemed personal disciples, crying so heart-wrenchingly, the disciples on the side who also hadn't grabbed a spot kindly offered comfort.

"Senior Brother, stop shouting, it's useless."

"That's right, save some strength, inhale more of the aroma, it can still satisfy the craving."

"We have experience in this; if you can't eat it, smelling the scent is always an option."

"I am the Third Senior Brother of the Divine Sword Peak, and you want me to just smell the scent?"

Xu Jie was instantly enraged by this. Who was he? A personal disciple! How could he fall to the point of just inhaling the scent? Today, he would...

"Third Senior Brother, stop talking, hurry and inhale, it's really so fragrant."

Wang Yao, standing to the side, had already begun inhaling deeply before anyone knew it.