Chapter 365: Where Is My Meat?

Qingshi's words weren't quiet. For a moment, many disciples, demonic cultivators, ordinary humans, and rogue cultivators all turned their eyes to Hong Zun.

Especially those ordinary people and rogue cultivators, whose expressions became extremely complicated, and they said with full wariness:

"Dao Yi Sect people know these demonic cultivators?"

"I don't know. It shouldn't be. No matter what, the Dao Yi Sect is the leader of the righteous path in the Eastern Continent; how could they fall to the point of being with demonic cultivators?"

"The Dao Yi Sect definitely wouldn't, but you can't guarantee individuals are on good terms with demonic cultivators. Didn't you hear just now? This old man accepted things from the demonic cultivator."

"That's right. If they didn't know each other, how could he accept things? Why would a demonic cultivator give things for no reason?"

"And what he gave was sleeping pills—a standard demonic method."

They came to seek the protection of the Dao Yi Sect, but now, the Dao Yi Sect people seem to know the demonic cultivators. This is going to be troublesome.

The sound of discussion was very small, but with Hong Zun's cultivation, he naturally heard it clearly.

His face turned blue and purple, and he turned to glare at Qingshi:

"What nonsense are you spouting? I don't know him!"

"That's not right. Last time, you clearly said yourself that those sleeping pills were..."

"Old thing, do you really want to die?"

"Hehe, fine, fine, I won't say it, I won't say it, okay?"

This old thing insulted my innocence. If the situation wasn't inappropriate right now, I would have given him a sword strike to make him stop babbling all day.

He retracted his gaze in anger, but looking closely, the flood dragon meat that was originally in his bowl was gone, leaving only bare rice.

"Where is my meat?"

In an instant, Hong Zun's eyes were about to split with rage. He turned his head and scanned, instantly locking onto Zhang Tianzhen.

I saw that this old thing's bowl was piled high with flood dragon meat.

The old thing stole my Long Wang meat? Can this be tolerated?

"You scoundrel, give the meat back to me!"

"What meat? This is mine."

"Fart! You clearly stole it from my bowl!"

"You can't just talk nonsense, Junior Brother. How can you prove this meat was in your bowl? If you call it, will it answer you?"

Sophistry, nonsense, shameless.

Looking at Zhang Tianzhen, who was acting so confidently, Hong Zun asked back:

"Then you call it, will it answer you?"

He didn't believe it. This stir-fried dragon meat, dragon offal with pickled peppers, and dragon bone soup—could it talk back to you?

But who knew, hearing this, Zhang Tianzhen just laughed:

"Fine, then listen carefully. Dragon meat!"

"Yes."

"Are you in my bowl?"

"Yes."

Answering his own question? Looking at Zhang Tianzhen's operation, Hong Zun was completely stunned. Are you really that shameless?

His teeth gnashed, and he had an urge to draw his sword. But before Hong Zun could speak, the Joyful Buddha not far away had already roared first:

"Have you played enough?"

I saw that the Joyful Buddha's face had long since darkened to the extreme. From the beginning, these old guys hadn't taken him seriously at all. Are they pretending he doesn't exist?

And, can you guys be a bit more professional? Put down your bowls and chopsticks first. We are demonic cultivators, not singers in a brothel! What's the matter, do you need a show to help your appetite?

However, the Joyful Buddha's roar directly ignited Hong Zun's anger.

He glared fiercely at Zhang Tianzhen.

"Scoundrel, you just wait!"

He immediately turned to look at the Joyful Buddha, the killing intent in his eyes undisguised.

In Hong Zun's view, the cause and effect of the matter should be like this:

Because the Joyful Buddha and these demonic cultivators came to the offshore camp, he appeared here.

Because he appeared here, Qingshi said those words.

Because Qingshi said those words, he turned his head to glare.

Because he turned his head to glare, the Long Wang meat was stolen by Zhang Tianzhen.

Following the above causal order, simply put: because of the appearance of the Joyful Buddha, his Long Wang meat was stolen.

Looking at it this way, the matter was very clear, and the culprit was found. So, the Joyful Buddha could go die.

With a *snap*, the large bowl in his hand was smashed to the ground. He, Hong Zun, didn't bother to eat rice without meat.

The Wine Sword was drawn, and a terrifying sword intent soared into the sky.

Feeling Hong Zun's change, the originally angry Joyful Buddha was stunned.

He understood Hong Zun. After all, he had been chased for tens of thousands of miles and had barely escaped. Even now, the arm that had been cut off by Hong Zun still ached faintly, even though it had recovered.

From the bottom of his heart, the Joyful Buddha was extremely wary of Hong Zun.

"Flower Monk, do you know what you've done?"

Huh???

"What I ate today was Long Wang meat! There is only one Long Wang in the entire East Sea. Do you know how precious it is?"

Huh???

"It was you! It was you who made me miss out on the Long Wang meat! Do you know you deserve to die?"

He walked toward the Joyful Buddha step by step, and with every step, the sword intent around his body rose a bit more.

The sword intent was becoming more and more terrifying, but for what Hong Zun said, the Joyful Buddha didn't understand a single word.

He knew the characters, but when combined, he was a bit confused.

"No, your Long Wang meat was clearly stolen by him, what does it have to do with..."

"Shut up! If you hadn't suddenly appeared here and distracted me, how could that scoundrel have stolen my meat?"

"In a thousand words, it's because you came to the offshore camp that this series of events happened. So... go die!"

He slashed with his sword, and the terrifying blade edge swept past. Facing Hong Zun's attack, the Joyful Buddha's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly cast a spell to resist.

A peach-red spiritual power barrier appeared in front of him, colliding fiercely with the blade edge. Although he successfully blocked Hong Zun's sword, the next second, Hong Zun had already appeared in front of him and thrust his sword again.

Watching their boss and Hong Zun fight, the surrounding demonic cultivators also looked at each other. Should they fight or what?

There are so many Dao Yi Sect people; they can't win, right?

Just as they were stunned, Zhang Tianzhen below, while eating Long Wang meat, said vaguely:

"What are you still stunned for? Get them! Don't let them run!"

As Dao Yi Sect disciples, seeing demonic cultivators was definitely seeing a mortal enemy; there was no doubt they had to fight.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengping and other direct disciples, as well as the Divine Sword Peak elders, frantically shoveled rice into their mouths.

"Right away, right away! Just a few more bites!"

"Those who haven't eaten, go up first and drag them down! Don't let them run!"

"Oh, oh!"

Soon, the disciples who hadn't grabbed food took the lead and surrounded the numerous demonic cultivators. Seeing this, these demonic cultivators naturally wouldn't surrender, and immediately launched a counterattack. The two sides fought together.

In terms of numbers, the Dao Yi Sect disciples clearly had an absolute advantage. Facing the siege of the disciples, these demonic cultivators quickly fell into a disadvantage.

It wasn't until this moment that these demonic cultivators realized they needed to run. Someone shouted:

"Break out! Kill your way out!"

"There are too many people!"

A frontal breakout was almost impossible, as the retreat was blocked by Dao Yi Sect disciples. Seeing this, many demonic cultivators raised their hands and sprinkled a handful of medicinal powder—this was also their usual method.