Chapter 1151

Late at night, Ye Zhangqing sent Capture Dragon to outside the canteen, but Hong Zun, Lin Potian and the others had already left.

They could only look, not eat; nobody could bear it, so they simply chose to turn a blind eye.

When leaving, Capture Dragon was still savoring the various delicacies of tonight.

A meal gave him a feeling of happiness, but at the same time Capture Dragon also felt a bit lost.

He didn't know if such an opportunity would come again, and even if it did, he didn't know when he would have to wait for it.

Having eaten fine bran, Capture Dragon could not forget such vigor.

So, as he left, Capture Dragon secretly pondered that he must find another opportunity.

Seeing Capture Dragon off, Ye Zhangqing finally let out a long breath.

But he didn't know that the next morning, before Ye Zhangqing even woke up, Hong Zun had already arrived at the canteen and immediately found Shan Hu.

"Shan Hu."

"Eh, Peak Master Hong Zun, you came so early to look for my older brother? I'm still not awake."

"No, I came today specifically to find you."

"Find me?"

"Yes, I heard you've hit a bottleneck in your cultivation lately; my Divine Sword Peak has a good place—would you like to go check it out?"

"But my older brother doesn't let me cause trouble."

"How could that be causing trouble? You're doing it to improve your cultivation—don't worry, it's fine."

Hong Zun was like a ill-intentioned old man, constantly luring Shan Hu.

And Shan Hu, being simple, heard Hong Zun's words, completely unaware of the problem, thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Alright then, but I can't spar with others; my older brother forbids me from hurting people."

"Don't worry, it's just a cultivation holy land, very beneficial for your cultivation."

"Then that's good."

Shan Hu had no suspicion at all and followed Hong Zun away.

Along the way, Hong Zun brought Shan Hu into the Myriad Swords Pool of Divine Sword Peak.

Looking at the lake before him, Shan Hu asked doubtfully.

"Can this place help me cultivate?"

"Yes, that's right; this Myriad Swords Pool is a treasure of my Divine Sword Peak, containing countless famous swords, with sword qi crisscrossing—if you can withstand that sword qi, it will be extremely helpful for your cultivation."

"Moreover, if you can subdue a famous sword, that will also be greatly beneficial for you in the future."

Hong Zun went on a spiel of nonsense.

However, the first sentence he said wasn't wrong; the sword qi in the Myriad Swords Pool is truly very helpful for cultivation.

But the second sentence was pure nonsense.

Shan Hu isn't even a disciple of Divine Sword Peak, so it's utterly impossible for him to gain recognition of the famous swords inside the Myriad Swords Pool.

Forcibly subduing them would only destroy the famous swords.

This is also Hong Zun's plan: let Shan Hu casually destroy a few ordinary famous swords, get a meal out of it, and he loses nothing.

As for those truly valuable famous swords, Hong Zun had already moved them away in advance.

At this moment, even if Shan Hu destroyed all those famous swords in the Myriad Swords Pool, Hong Zun wouldn't feel the slightest pang of regret.

Shan Hu had no idea about any of this; hearing Hong Zun's words, the simpleton went into the Myriad Swords Pool with a vacant stare.

It indeed contained extremely rich sword qi, but after looking around, Shan Hu let out a slight scoff.

"There aren't even a few swords here, and you call it the Myriad Swords Pool? Peak Master Hong Zun is too shabby."

The imagined scene of famous swords standing in rows did not appear; what could be seen were only scattered long swords stuck here and there at the lake bottom.

"Is this the so-called Myriad Swords Pool? It's completely different from what Shan Hu imagined."

This was also Shan Hu's first time coming to the Myriad Swords Pool; he had only heard of it before and never been there.

Imagination and reality were somewhat different.

But he didn't realize that it wasn't just imagination vs. reality—it was that this old guy Hong Zun had no martial ethics.

To deceive, to sneak attack—he's just a wet-behind-the-ears youngster.

As Shan Hu entered the Myriad Swords Pool, Hong Zun on the shore could hardly contain his excitement.

Rubbing his hands, wearing a grin.

"Whether we get to eat this meal today depends on you, kid."

"Go ahead and cause a ruckus; don't worry, I definitely won't blame you."

Yesterday I already noticed that Lin Potian and the others had a strange look in their eyes; this morning, Hong Zun rushed to the canteen very early, just to get a step ahead.

"Just kidding—I, Hong Zun, want to eat too; you all just stay back a bit."

Hong Zun was already fantasizing in his heart about what mindset he would use tonight to enjoy this table of food all by himself.

A table full of delicious food—today, Hong Zun must eat it elegantly and certainly not rush.

Just as Hong Zun was secretly excited, anticipating tonight's special meal, the canteen had already turned into a chaotic mess.

After Hong Zun took Shan Hu away, Lin Potian and the others also arrived at the canteen one after another.

They had also made preparations, just waiting for the meal tickets.

"But damn, when they came and saw Shan Hu wasn't there? In an instant, everyone felt a bad premonition."

After some inquiries, they finally learned from Zhu Wu that Shan Hu had been taken away by Hong Zun early that morning.

They said they were taking Shan Hu to cultivate; upon hearing that, Lin Potian and the others immediately understood what had happened.

"Let the old drunkard get there first—damn him."

"Stop the nonsense, hurry to Divine Sword Peak."

We must stop this old thing.

No one dared to hesitate; they immediately rushed straight to Divine Sword Peak.

But when they reached Divine Sword Peak, Hong Zun wasn't in the Dong Fu either; moreover, because the Myriad Swords Pool is sealed by a formation, their Divine Sense couldn't detect anything at all.

They couldn't find Hong Zun or Shan Hu, and everyone started to get anxious.

Just then, Zhao Zhengping happened to pass by, saw all the Peak Masters present, and asked doubtfully.

"What are you all Peak Masters doing here? Are you looking for the Shīzūn?"

Hearing this, Lin Potian nodded repeatedly.

"Exactly, junior nephew, do you know where the senior brother went?"

They couldn't locate Hong Zun and Shan Hu, so they could only hope Zhao Zhengping knew; perhaps he does.

Upon hearing Zhao Zhengping's answer, everyone was genuinely excited, because this guy actually knows.

"I know."

"All right, all right, hurry up and tell us—where did the senior brother go?"

Lin Potian asked, astonished; seeing this, Zhao Zhengping was utterly confused—what's happening?

We only met yesterday, didn't we? It feels like we haven't seen each other in centuries.

Hong Zun naturally hadn't told anyone his plan; his aim was to enjoy the food all to himself, not letting his disciples come and snatch it away.

Though puzzled, Zhao Zhengping still answered truthfully.

Early this morning, the Shīzūn took Shan Hu to the Myriad Swords Pool.

Upon hearing that, Lin Potian and the others were stunned.

This damn thing sure didn't hold back any good fart—he damn actually brought the meal ticket... pah, brought Shan Hu to the Myriad Swords Pool, damn he had no good intentions.

Immediately, Lin Potian and the others didn't dare delay, rushing straight to the Myriad Swords Pool; they absolutely must not let this old thing's plot succeed.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhengping was also baffled; out of curiosity, he hurriedly followed toward the Myriad Swords Pool—what's going on? Early this morning, why is the Myriad Swords Pool so bustling?