Chapter 582

Add clear water to the soup pot, and after the duck meat boils, skim off the foam.

Afterward, put in the yam and lotus seeds, and simmer over low heat for two hours.

Finally, pour in the goji berries, add an appropriate amount of salt, and a pot of delicious and nourishing old duck soup is finished.

It was not difficult; Ye Changqing only needed to rest on the side and pay attention to the heat.

When the old duck soup was ready, all the disciples' eyes were shining. Although their bodies were exhausted, facing Ye Changqing's gourmet food, they still erupted into a fierce struggle.

"Junior Brother, your forbidden technique should only be at the entry level, so the side effects are greater. I think you shouldn't fight with Senior Brother for this meal."

"Heh, is Senior Brother looking down on me? Entangling Hands."

"Clear Flow Wall."

For a time, in the courtyard, various techniques appeared again.

It was just that these techniques were a bit strange, because of the side effects of the forbidden techniques, the originally Transformation Realm-level Entangling Hands, when unleashed, only had, damn it, a single thread of spiritual power.

It couldn't even tie up a dog, let alone deal with Dao One Sect disciples.

But precisely because of this, facing this incomplete version of Entangling Hands, the Clear Flow Wall unleashed by this Senior Brother was even more absurd.

Not only was it only the size of a palm, but, damn it, it was as thin as a piece of paper, breaking with a single poke.

Yet even so, the disciples did not show weakness and fought fiercely.

"Cotton Palm."

A palm was struck out, but it only flew less than half a meter before directly dissipating.

"Haha, Junior Brother, your Cotton Palm is still not mastered. Look at Senior Brother's Flowing Light Step."

Taking a step forward, a stream of light lit up under his feet, but it flashed and vanished. Looking again, it had, damn it, only moved less than half a meter.

"Holy shit..."

The Flowing Light Step, which usually covers over a hundred meters in a casual step with agile movements, had only moved less than half a meter.

This disciple cursed angrily.

There were others who wanted to throw a punch, but their bodies were swaying, and they couldn't exert any strength at all.

Outside the courtyard, the Putuo Temple disciples responsible for guarding saw this scene, and their expressions were extremely strange.

"What are these Dao One Sect disciples doing?"

"Is this fighting?"

"That's impossible, right? They are so weak and still want to fight?"

"Go notify the Abbot quickly."

They simply couldn't understand it; they were already like this, yet they still wanted to fight, and they were fighting themselves?

Watching the Senior Brothers fighting intensely, Ye Changqing also had black lines on his forehead, shouting at the top of his lungs,

"Senior Brothers, there is enough for everyone, no need to fight."

He thought that would make everyone quiet down, but, damn it, they started fighting over who would go first and who would go second.

The courtyard was in chaos; looking at it, it was like a group of old men fighting.

Their punches were soft, their movements were swaying, and sometimes when they threw a punch, they didn't hit anyone, but instead fell flat on their backs.

While fighting, they slowly moved toward the pot. Ye Changqing served the soup for everyone, and only then did they slowly quiet down.

With a bowl of old duck soup in their stomachs, everyone felt warm inside, and their bodies, which had no strength at all, actually recovered quite a bit.

"Not bad, Junior Brother Changqing, this bowl of old duck soup is more effective than elixirs."

"That's right, that's right, is there any more? Give me another bowl."

"You, damn it, are dreaming. If anyone gets more, it should be me; my forbidden technique is of a higher grade, and the side effects are stronger."

"If you say that, then I used it for a longer time."

"Bullshit, it depends on how many bald donkeys you dealt with. I just fought a hundred; if anyone gets more soup, it should be me first."

"A hundred? You're proud of that? I was surrounded and beaten by five hundred bald donkeys, did I say anything?"

"Alright, alright, none of this counts for anything. I just dealt with Putuo Temple Elders, twenty of them."

"Pfft, fellow Senior and Junior Brothers, look, I'm vomiting blood."

To get more soup, the disciples started arguing again. Some even had their blood flow in reverse, forcibly spitting out a mouthful of blood just to get another drink. ===== CHAPTER 583 =====