Chapter 103: Give Me a Bite

Looking at the jiao dragon that had breathed its last, the many disciples present all fell into silence, as if in mourning.

The little junior sister even stuck out her tongue, with an embarrassed look, she said to this jiao dragon.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."

One can see that even in death, this jiao dragon ultimately couldn't close its eyes.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment, but in the end Ye Zhangqing broke the silence.

Approaching another jiao dragon, the jiao dragon hastily shouted.

"Wait, no need to trouble yourself, I'll do it myself."

He then readily committed suicide.

Since they're going to die anyway, it would be nicer to die; these Divine Sword Peak disciples are practically devils.

Before he could even speak, another jiao dragon died; Ye Zhangqing felt helpless and could only turn his gaze to another jiao dragon.

"Hum, a scholar may be killed but not humiliated."

"My jiao dragon clan never fears death."

"I would rather die standing than live kneeling."

Following Ye Zhangqing's gaze, the jiao dragons, without the slightest hesitation, one after another chose to end their lives.

As for the jiao dragon clan, aside from anything else, each one is incredibly proud; this does bear some of the bearing of the dragon clan, preferring death to tarnishing the dragon clan's pride.

But perhaps there are also other reasons; after all, that jiao dragon just now was indeed rather miserable.

Without even raising a hand, merely sweeping his gaze around, over a hundred jiao dragons died instantly; at once, many disciples burst into earth‑shaking cheers.

"Junior Brother Changqing, you're mighty!"

"I would call Junior Brother Changqing the strongest dragon‑slayer under heaven."

"What a dragon‑slayer, junior brother, your words are instantly convincing."

Hearing the cheers around him, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched; do you really not know why these jiao dragons committed suicide, or are you pretending ignorance despite understanding?

Or perhaps you're trying to praise yourself to hide your own embarrassment?

Let me tell you, I, Ye Zhangqing, don't buy into this.

Finally, urged by everyone, Ye Zhangqing returned to the camp first, mainly because it was dawn and time to prepare breakfast.

As for the other matters, the disciples will naturally handle them.

Riding Xiao Bai back to the kitchen, the first batch of aquatic creatures had already been brought back by the senior disciples.

Looking at the sorted piles of ingredients, Ye Zhangqing wondered what to make.

After thinking, he decided to make a pot of seafood porridge.

【Seafood porridge, sweet and delicious, made by mixing various aquatic creatures with fine spirit rice and simmering; it has the effect of warming and nourishing the meridians.】

Making seafood porridge isn't particularly difficult, and the ingredients can be fairly flexible.

Spirit shrimp, giant crab, clams, dried scallops, squid, and so on can all be added.

Plus scallions, cilantro, and other such seasonings.

He set up the pots over the fire; Ye Zhangqing arranged the pots, his knife flashing as he swiftly processed the ingredients cleanly.

Such as deveining the shrimp, washing and cutting up the giant crabs, etc.

These tasks aren't difficult for Ye Zhangqing, after all his knife skills weren't learned for nothing.

Soon, the pots of seafood porridge began to give off waves of rich aroma.

He made plenty—exactly enough for five thousand people, sufficient for all the disciples who fought.

But this meal consumes a lot; at the rate of two spirit shrimp and one giant crab per person, fifty thousand aquatic creatures probably won't last long.

Just as the breakfast was finished, the disciples arrived at the kitchen one after another, as if they had timed it.

"It smells great."

"Is this the taste of the sea?"

"Damn, why didn't I notice this before? What a loss, what a loss."

Each disciple kept inhaling, as if trying to suck the fragrance out of the air.

Today's breakfast didn't need to be fought over; everyone got a share, and the portions were generous.

It was also the first time they'd eaten such a lavish meal; instead of using bowls, they simply stood before the big pot and started eating.

Each person got one pot, the amount precisely measured—neither too much nor too little.

"Haha, so refreshing."

Holding a crab claw as tall as himself, Xu Jie gnawed on it with utter abandon.

One pot per person—this kind of thing used to only happen in dreams.

Just watching him eat crab made Ye Zhangqing's eyes nearly pop out, because this guy doesn't spit out the shell.

Such a large crab claw, such a thick shell, and moreover the hardest part—damn, this guy just chewed right through it, eating more than half without spitting out a single fragment.

Not only him, but the other disciples did the same, including Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao, and the other female disciples.

That mouth is practically like a steel blade; one bite and the crab claw cracks open with no resistance.

"Um, senior brothers, giant crab isn't eaten like that."

Hearing the continual cracking sounds from everyone's mouths, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help reminding them, and then personally demonstrated the proper way.

The crab shell isn't edible; only the meat inside is, and that's the most delicious part.

Moreover, the giant crab race is naturally large‑sized, with plenty of meat; there's no need to stubbornly gnaw on the bland, tasteless shell.

However, what Ye Zhangqing didn't expect was that, faced with his demonstration, the disciples outright refused without even thinking.

"How can you throw that away, Junior Brother Changqing? You're being too wasteful."

"Yeah, the crab shell tastes great—it's full of sweet freshness."

The crab meat is delicious; although the shells are inferior, they also must not be wasted.

At a glance I can tell you've never endured hardship, Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing; wasting food is shameful.

He ended up being scolded by all the senior brothers, Ye Zhangqing opened his mouth but in the end couldn't utter a word.

He could only silently give a thumbs up.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the courtyard gate; the senior brothers and sisters were busy eating and didn't want to pay attention. Ye Zhangqing followed the sound and looked over, and in an instant he was utterly stunned.

All that could be seen outside the gate was an injured disciple wrapped head to toe in bandages, painstakingly crawling inch by inch into the courtyard.

The originally white gauze had by now been stained red with blood.

What on earth is going on?

He hurried forward to help up that senior brother, Ye Zhangqing asked anxiously.

"Senior brother, what happened to you?"

"I want...... I want...... give me.........."

Speaking weakly due to his severe injury, upon hearing this Ye Zhangqing was baffled: "What do you want? You're already in such a state—what else could you possibly want?"

Not understanding, he asked.

"Senior brother, please speak clearly—what do you want, what should I give you?"

"Give me...... give me a bite.........."

Damn it, Ye Zhangqing at this moment just wanted to toss him here to fend for himself—look at that state, and you still want a bite?

And if I'm not mistaken, this guy is a menial disciple.

This is outrageous—knowing that the menial disciples' lodgings are farthest from the kitchen, how on earth did this person crawl all the way from that distance?

Doesn't it hurt him? The bandages are already starting to drip blood—it's hard to imagine what he's endured along the way.

And in the end his request was simply to have a bite of seafood porridge.

He paid no heed to Ye Zhangqing's grim face; that menial disciple kept his eyes fixed on the big pot, constantly murmuring.

"Give me...... give me a bite......"