Chapter 102: with translation of chapter title

Hey, come over a few people, take these ingredients back.

There are a few ingredients that ran off over there; go get a few people to chase them back.

Pay attention, don't step on the ingredients, see if any slipped through the net.

The battle gradually subsided, and the disciples spontaneously began cleaning up the battlefield; only in one place a large group of disciples gathered, chattering as if discussing something.

I think we should pull out the tendons, as everyone says, a dragon without tendons must die.

Who said that?

I saw it written in the storybook.

Get lost.

Or try to drown it, that way we won't damage the corpse.

It's a flood dragon, the overlord of the Eastern Sea, and you want to drown it?

Use poison?

Get out of the way, you want to poison and kill our fellow sect members?

So what should we do?

Over a hundred flood dragons have been subdued, each bound like a big zongzi; now the only thing to consider is how to kill them, and the disciples have no experience in this.

While listening to the discussion, these flood dragons felt what it meant to wish they were dead rather than alive, and they also realized that these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ intended to eat them.

A dragon couldn't help but shout angrily.

Have you got it wrong? We are dragons, flood dragons, and you want to eat us?

Upon hearing this, a Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ directly gave him a big slap.

What's wrong with the dragon? Can't dragons be eaten? Stay quiet for now; once we've figured it out, I'll give you a quick death.

Demonic beasts eat Human Race, Human Race eats demonic beasts; this is perfectly normal.

It's just like ordinary people in the mundane world slaughtering pigs and sheep; in the cultivation world, killing a dragon to eat it is perfectly normal.

After much discussion, they still couldn't decide on a plan, and finally Xu Jie spoke up.

Enough, enough, with one idea from the east and another from the west, whose opinion should we follow? Let's go fetch Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing and ask him; then we'll know.

Yeah, Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing definitely knows.

I'll go right now.

On the city wall, Ye Zhangqing watched a group of disciples surrounding the flood dragons, unsure whether to kill or leave them, completely bewildered.

Just then a disciple rushed over.

Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing.

Shī xiōng.

Third Shī xiōng has something to ask you; come with me.

Okay.

Without thinking much, I followed that Shī xiōng out of the camp; after all, there's no danger now.

Along the way I was still curious what the matter was, until Xu Jie spoke up to ask.

Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, do you know how to kill a dragon? We have no experience, afraid we'd ruin it, so we haven't dared to act.

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing gave everyone a strange look.

So you've been discussing this all along?

Yeah, such good ingredients, it'd be a shame to ruin them.

At that moment I felt like a cursed dog, so your earlier hesitation to kill was because of this?

I was truly speechless, I curled my lips in disbelief.

Just kill it casually, like slaughtering a pig.

Upon receiving Ye Zhangqing's answer, the disciples all nodded.

You should have said earlier; you've got me all tied up.

I'm familiar with slaughtering pigs; before joining the Sect, my family had been doing it for generations.

Come on, let's get to it.

Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, come, you rest first; we'll take it from here.

The disciples instantly became excited, while the flood dragons each burned with rage.

They are noble dragonkind, the overlords of the Eastern Sea, but now this damned bunch wants to slaughter them like pigs.

Ah, a scholar may be killed but not humiliated.

Even as a ghost I won't let you off.

The flood dragons all shouted angrily in unison; they weren't afraid of death, but were enraged.

They had been noble all their lives, only to end up being treated like pigs.

However, the disciples paid no attention; the one who had claimed his family had slaughtered pigs for generations was pushed forward by the crowd.

Holding a long sword, he looked at the flood dragon before him, hesitated to act, while those behind kept urging him on.

Go on, isn't your family known for slaughtering pigs for generations?

I know, I'm looking for the right spot.

You still need to look? You're not even familiar with your family's heirloom technique.

Do you actually know how or not? I really doubt your family's claim.

Hmph, my family is from the capital of Zhoushan State; pig slaughtering is famous there, and we even once slaughtered pigs for the emperor.

Then go ahead and do it.

I am doing it right now.

"You gonna do it or not? Wo ri, it's already been a quarter hour."

"That Shī xiōng, actually I've never killed a pig; I joined the Dao Yi Sect since I was young."

"Finally, this disciple still didn't dare to act, let alone others—Ye Zhangqing was watching anxiously."

"That flood dragon was so frightened it burst out cursing."

"You damn, can you actually do it?"

"It was genuinely frightened; the sword kept moving back and forth before its eyes, making it feel creepy."

"What's most terrifying about death? Knowing you're going to die but still being alive, waiting for death—that's the worst."

"And now, these Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are just tormenting it; damn, just give it a quick death."

"Move aside, move aside, I'm coming; I really don't even know how to behead a dragon, watch me."

"A female disciple stepped forward; seeing this, everyone spoke up one after another."

"Junior Sister Xiao Xiao, can you kill a dragon? Isn't your family running a clinic?"

"Then you come?"

"Hehe, I'm just saying, junior sister, please."

"Xiao Xiao is an Outer Door Disciple; back in the mundane world, her family runs a clinic—it's said her ancestors produced many imperial physicians, and her medical skill is superb."

"The doctor is also handy with a blade; Junior Sister Xiao Xiao, no problem."

"Some thought Junior Sister Xiao Xiao could do it, while Ye Zhangqing also observed from the side; this Junior Sister Xiao Xiao looked petite and lovely."

"She looked harmless, but when she struck, she was really ruthless."

"Truly, one cannot judge a person by appearance, nor measure the sea by a bucket."

"Completely unlike that previous pig‑killing disciple, she went up and gave a few quick slashes—crack, crack—and in an instant, the surrounding disciples all burst into applause."

"Good, Junior Sister Xiao Xiao truly lives up to being a medical clan."

"Still, it's up to you, Junior Sister Xiao Xiao."

"Junior Sister Xiao Xiao, well done—you've gotten everyone off to a good start."

"But after shouting and shouting, everyone realized something was off—damn, she's already stabbed it twenty‑odd times, why isn't this flood dragon dead yet?"

"And why does it get more energetic the more you stab it?"

"All one could see was this flood dragon, on the verge of tears but unable to cry, shouting."

"You damn, doing this on purpose? Twenty‑odd stabs, and you're avoiding the vitals every time—can't you aim properly?"

"It's had enough—earlier, that pig‑killing disciple, waving his sword back and forth, scared it half to death."

"Now a young woman steps up—she's straightforward, crack, crack, a flurry of thrusts, but damn, not a single one hit the vitals."

"It left it unable to die, yet the pain was real."

"The disciples' cheers had stopped at some point, and only the flood dragon was roaring."

"Junior Sister Xiao Xiao, seeing this, felt embarrassed and said."

"Sorry, I'm used to it—I didn't notice for a moment; just now I was aiming for your pressure points."

"I damn well give up—hearing this, the flood dragon couldn't stand the torment and chose to end itself."