Chapter 55

Ye Changqing shouted loudly, while Hong Zun, who was to the side, said coldly.

"Are you still following the rules? You can't intervene when they are fighting for seats."

"Was I intervening?"

"Interjecting isn't allowed either."

Scolded by Hong Zun, Ye Changqing smiled and stopped talking, seeing that little Wang Yao had also successfully secured a seat.

As expected of my disciple, she grabbed a seat on her first try, very good.

He had thought that they, master and disciple, were guaranteed this meal, but the scene that followed left Ye Changqing dumbfounded.

He saw the deacon who had just been defeated by Wang Yao pretending to be severely injured, limping over to Wang Yao's side, his eyes full of pleading.

"Direct Disciple Wang Yao, this old man... this old man has been diligent and conscientious since joining the Dao One Sect five hundred and eighty-one years ago. Now, my lifespan is nearing its end, and there is no hope of breaking through. My greatest wish before I die is to be able to eat a mouthful of my Divine Sword Peak's food, so that I may know that in this life, I was a person of the Dao One Sect, and in death, I will be a ghost of the Dao One Sect."

Hearing this, a look of unbearable pity appeared on Wang Yao's face. This deacon was acting too realistically; it felt as if he wouldn't be able to catch his breath in the next second.

Without thinking much, Wang Yao immediately gave up her seat and said.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's fine, this is my own problem, it's just this one last wish..."

"Senior, come to my place."

Seeing Wang Yao move to the side with a moved expression to give up her seat, Ye Changqing nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Just a second ago, he thought that he and his disciple were set, but who would have thought that in the next second, Wang Yao would voluntarily give up her seat? Do you dare believe this?

It wasn't just Ye Changqing; everyone present had an expression of wanting to vomit blood.

For these three meals a day, everyone on Divine Sword Peak was so crazy that they wished they had eight hundred more schemes in their hearts.

As long as it was allowed within the rules, they could use the dirtiest methods imaginable.

But now, because of a few measly words, this girl had actually given away her seat.

As for this deacon, one couldn't say he was the youngest in the Deacon Hall, but he was definitely still a long way from his lifespan ending, so what he said just now was all bullshit.

Moreover, such low-level tricks had been used by many people before, but they were always met with one word: "Scram."

"Still too young."

Someone sighed, and Ye Changqing was so angry he cursed.

"Disciple, what are you doing?"

"Ah, Master, I... I thought he was so pitiful."

Facing Ye Changqing's roar, little Wang Yao was a bit scared for a moment and replied in a small voice. At this, Ye Changqing felt a surge of blood rush to his chest.

"Pitiful my ass, take a good look for yourself."

Hearing her Master's words, Wang Yao turned to look at the deacon who had already taken her seat. At this moment, he was arguing fiercely with other deacons; where was there any sign of his lifespan nearing its end?

"You old fellow, you broke the rules, actually coming to lie to and bully a little girl who hasn't seen much of the world."

"Bullshit, can you call what I did lying? This is called mutual consent. What's wrong with her being willing to give me her seat? Which rule says you can't give up a seat?"

"You're a disgrace to refinement; you've simply shamed our Dao One Sect."

"Nonsense, why don't you try going three days without a meal?"

Watching the old man who had instantly become full of life, Wang Yao called out blankly.

"Senior, you..."

But not giving her any chance at all, the deacon interrupted her directly.

"Hey, little girl, you were the one who was willing just now, it's no use regretting it now."

Even if she were stupid, she knew she had been deceived. Wang Yao pouted in dissatisfaction, but not knowing what to say, she could only retreat to the side unhappily, muttering to herself.

"It's all a lie, this isn't the leader of the righteous path at all. How could a righteous immortal sect do such things?"

The little girl's impression of the Dao One Sect was simple: it was the leader of the righteous path in Dongzhou.

And what was the righteous path? According to Wang Yao's understanding, it meant being upright and honest, never deigning to do petty, despicable, and shameless things.

But now, look at these people on Divine Sword Peak; for the sake of a meal, they used every despicable method. This was completely different from what she had imagined.

"Sigh..."

Watching little Wang Yao's aggrieved expression, Ye Changqing sighed helplessly. She hadn't experienced any hardships yet; her experience in the world was too shallow.

As for Hong Zun, who was to the side, he had long since been grinning from ear to ear.

"Senior Sister."

Seeing Wang Yao, who couldn't bear the grievance and had tears falling down, some female disciples who also hadn't grabbed a seat couldn't help but step forward to comfort her.

Taking a handkerchief, she wiped her tears while complaining.

"Aren't we the leaders of the righteous path? Why can they deceive fellow disciples just for a meal? Is this still a righteous cultivator?"

Clearly, the impact of this incident on Wang Yao was huge. Seeing this, several female disciples sighed with strange expressions.

"Sigh, Senior Sister, you will understand in the future. Junior Brother Changqing's cooking is different from everyone else's."

She wouldn't understand no matter how much they told her now, but she would understand soon enough.

With a shout of "Mealtime," the kitchen courtyard gate was opened, and those who had grabbed seats rushed excitedly into the courtyard.

At the same time, a rich fragrance wafted over, and those disciples who hadn't grabbed a seat began to inhale deeply.

"If I can't eat, I'll inhale the scent. I'll inhale all the fragrance so you can only eat plain food."

"Alright, Junior Brother, your face is turning purple from inhaling, aren't you afraid of suffocating?"

"Senior Brother, before you talk about me, you should look at yourself, your face is green."

Even the female disciples surrounding Wang Yao twitched their noses, greedily inhaling the fragrance in the air.

"Senior Sisters, you all..."

"Don't talk, if you can't eat, inhaling the scent is also pretty good."

They're all crazy, right? Seeing this, Wang Yao stood there, stunned. Did these people have some psychological problem?

Wasn't it simple to want to eat?

In Wang Yao's heart, she still felt it was just a meal; how hard could it be to eat? But, truth be told, the smell was really fragrant, making even her, who had never been interested in eating, drool.

But this wasn't a difficult problem; with her Master's love for her, he would definitely share some with her.

This wasn't false; the two of them relied on each other for survival, and Ye Changqing had always treated her like his own. Their relationship was no different from father and daughter, and what father wouldn't love his little girl?

Thinking this, Wang Yao ran quickly into the courtyard. Once inside, the fragrance was even richer, making Wang Yao swallow her saliva involuntarily.

At this moment, she seemed to understand a little why the Divine Sword Peak disciples were so crazy.

She soon found her Master's figure in the crowd, squatting side by side with Hong Zun on the steps, eating in large mouthfuls.

Seeing her Master eating so deliciously, Wang Yao couldn't help herself anymore. She hurriedly stepped forward and said expectantly.

"Master, is it delicious?"

"It's... it's delicious."

His mouth full of food, he replied unclearly. Swallowing her saliva again, Wang Yao continued.

"I want to eat too, Master, can you..."

In the past, as long as Wang Yao said this, Ye Changqing would definitely give her whatever was left. He had thought it would be the same this time, but hearing this, Ye Changqing looked up at her, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said with a serious face.

"Disciple, you've grown up now, you can't rely on your Master for everything. I can't protect you for the rest of your life on the road ahead; it's time to grow up."

Hearing this, Wang Yao initially thought this was her Master's instruction to her, and she lowered her head in guilt for a moment.

That's right, it was she who had been tricked out of her seat; what face did she have now to ask her Master to share some with her?

Her eyes were red. Thinking of her Master's disappointment in her, Wang Yao was filled with guilt. Just as she was about to apologize to her Master, the conversation between Hong Zun and Ye Changqing drifted into her ears.

"You even trick your own disciple, you're really not human."

"What do you know? I'm teaching her. Besides, Yao'er has long since reached Grain Grain Bigu; eating or not eating doesn't affect her."

"Then aren't you even more...?"

"Too much nonsense, eat quickly. Such delicious food, how could I bear to share it with others? I don't even have enough for myself."

The two old fellows, while wolfing down their food, muttered unclearly as if no one else was around, and these words were heard by Wang Yao, every single one of them.

For a moment, she only had the feeling that fatherly love was like a landslide.