Chapter 313

At the offshore camp, the Crab King was quickly separated; the parts to be steamed were steamed, and the parts to be spicy-fried were spicy-fried.

The fragrance quickly permeated the entire camp, and many disciples were drooling with greed.

However, for this meal, Hong Zun had already given prior notice: it would be provided first to the inner sect and personal disciples.

After all, they had already experienced rounds of fierce battles in the East Sea, so they deserved a good meal.

As for the outer sect and chore disciples, they would have to wait until they finished to see if anything was left before making a decision.

Anyway, Ye Changqing still made enough for five thousand people, and that Crab King was about the amount for five thousand people.

Actually, after these few months, the rules of the Divine Jianfeng kitchen had become very perfect.

For example, the competition for spots, how much each person eats per meal, and what size bowl to use—these were all stipulated and formulated by Hong Zun, so Ye Changqing didn't need to worry about it.

Everyone's meal amount was regulated; otherwise, given the appetites of these disciples, if they were allowed to eat as much as they wanted, it would probably be chaos.

But for this meal, the inner sect and core disciples were directly let loose, which naturally made them incredibly excited.

They could eat as much as they wanted; in the past, that was something that only appeared in dreams.

And the outer sect and chore disciples were extremely miserable.

As mealtime arrived, the inner sect disciples walked into the kitchen one by one with bright smiles, their movements calm and elegant.

Anyway, there was no need to scramble today; as they walked past, seeing the outer sect and chore disciples gathered outside the kitchen, these inner sect disciples couldn't help but lecture them with smug expressions.

"Junior brothers, don't be discouraged; the future belongs to you young people. When you have the strength to fight for the sect, this meal will naturally have a share for you."

"That's right, when we senior brothers are promoted to deacons and elders, won't all the food in this kitchen be for you to eat?"

"Cultivate well; senior brother believes in you, and one day you will be able to do this too."

Hearing these words from the inner sect senior brothers, the outer sect and chore disciples were so angry their teeth itched—damn it, eat if you want, but why do you have to come and show off in front of us?

How can people be so cheap? And they are fellow disciples.

"Alright, enough talk; senior brother is going to eat, haha, I heard we're eating a Demon King today, the taste must be good."

Under the gritted teeth of the outer sect and chore disciples, these inner sect disciples strolled into the kitchen.

Without scrambling, everything could proceed calmly, and some disciples couldn't help but sigh.

"This is how eating should be done."

The two-way Crab King was ready, and Hong Zun, accompanied by Qingshi, Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Xu Jie, and others, looked at the inner sect disciples in the courtyard and said with a smile.

"You did not disappoint me in this battle; you showed the spirit of my Divine Jianfeng. So today, this meal is specifically to reward you all. Everyone eat to your heart's content, and I hope you will continue to cultivate diligently in the future, and not..."

He wanted to praise them, but could one eat at the Divine Jianfeng without scrambling?

Before he could finish, Chen Mu and several others had already started scrambling.

As the number one inner sect disciple, Chen Mu grabbed a crab pincer, took a bite, and green light appeared in his eyes.

"Delicious, worthy of being a Demon King, good..."

"You stole a bite!"

"Wait for me!"

"I'm coming too!"

"Damn, put down my crab leg!"

The kitchen courtyard instantly turned into chaos; seeing this, Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and others also rushed up—just kidding, if they were any slower, it would be gone.

Hong Zun and Qingshi were the same, cursing and swearing as they joined the scramble for food.

"A bunch of little bastards, do you still have me, your Peak Master, in your eyes?... Kid, I'm talking about you, put down that crab pincer for your father!"

Chen Mu had already snatched a crab pincer, and seeing the last one snatched by an inner sect disciple, Hong Zun was completely unsettled.

He instantly exploded and shouted angrily; hearing this, the inner sect disciple didn't hesitate and licked the crab pincer from end to end.

"Peak Master, do you still want it?"

He then looked at Hong Zun with a naive expression, and Hong Zun's mouth twitched—you damn ask if I still want it? Intentional, absolutely intentional.

But before Hong Zun could reply, Xu Jie on the side spoke up.

"I want it."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Zun and the inner sect disciple were stunned—holy crap, your taste is this heavy?

But seeing Xu Jie already pouncing, the inner sect disciple was also a ruthless person and took a fierce bite.

It was still intense competition.

To put it bluntly, in the past, because everyone could only eat one bowl of rice, everyone was restrained.

But this time, Hong Zun had already said to eat to their heart's content, so naturally, everyone wouldn't be polite.

The outer sect and chore disciples waiting outside for leftovers saw this scene, and one by one, they turned into wilted eggplants, their spirits dampened.

"Don't look, it's gone."

"I think so too; one Demon King is not enough for them to eat."

"I was still hoping to eat some crab shells."

"Eat your ass; look at the ground, is there even a scrap? I suspect these guys could lick the pot clean."

"Let's go, let's go; out of sight, out of mind."

Five thousand people's worth, but if you really let them loose, there would absolutely be no leftovers.

Some left, but some didn't believe it and stayed behind; maybe a miracle would happen.

But in the end, facts proved there were no miracles; after the meal, the inner sect senior brothers had eaten to their heart's content, and the kitchen floor was cleaner than if a dog had licked it.

Wanting leftovers? Facts told the disciples outside the courtyard that they were thinking too much.

After the usual idle chat, at dusk, Hong Zun arranged for the disciples to take turns monitoring the aquatic tribes' every move at the array entrance.

Although he had no proper conduct on ordinary days, Hong Zun could still distinguish what was important; this aquatic tribe matter was not something to joke about.

As for the rest, they would wait until Zhang Tianzhen and the others arrived.

Speaking of Zhang Tianzhen, Hong Zun complained irritably.

"This old thing, I guess after going back this time, he'll be asking for quite a few benefits from the Senior Brother again."

"If you ask me, we should have let this old thing get lost last time; how many benefits has he gotten from the Daoyi Sect over the years, yet he's still so greedy."

Hearing this, Qingshi on the side smiled and took over.

"After all, he is a ninth-grade array master, and the price is set right there."

"Full of crap..."

Listening to the conversation between Hong Zun and the other, Ye Changqing asked Zhao Zhengping and the others curiously.

"Senior brother, who is this Zhang Tianzhen? The Peak Master doesn't seem to like him very much."

Hong Zun indeed didn't like him; hearing this, Zhao Zhengping didn't hide it and replied truthfully.

"Zhang Tianzhen is the Peak Master of Ten Thousand Array Peak and the only ninth-grade array master in the sect. Master indeed doesn't like him, but it's not because of enmity; to put it bluntly, it's just a faction issue."

This wasn't a secret; Ye Changqing was curious, so Zhao Zhengping told him the truth.