Chapter 13: The Old Man Has No Martial Ethics

In the Dao Yi Sect, the inner disciples of each peak held status comparable to elders; this menial disciple didn't go on, but the meaning was already clear.

Even the two inner disciples lined up honestly; even if you were an elder of Divine Sword Peak, you had no special privileges.

Hearing that, Hong Zun didn't mind much, gulped down a mouthful of wine, then honestly lined up behind the many menial disciples.

"Mealtime."

As a disciple in Yuàn zhōng shouted loudly, the line began to move forward at a steady pace.

The disciples ahead clenched their fists, wishing they could replace their big bowls with basins, each piling their rice high and pointed, only stopping when they could fit no more.

To those behind, watching this, it was nothing short of agonizing.

"Damn, Chen Da Niu, you've had enough."

"That's about enough."

"Leave some for the brothers behind."

Though that's what was said, when it came to their turn, each person gritted their teeth and kept adding rice, pressing again and again, just to be able to fit more.

Even Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were no different; watching Liu Shuang resentfully flatten the rice and add more, then flatten again, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but speak.

"Senior Sister, do you have a grudge against this rice?"

"No, it's just that Senior Sister has a big appetite; this bowl is too small."

Hearing that, Liu Shuang kept her hands moving, head down, replying; Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched.

"This bowl is probably as big as your head, and you still find it too small?"

Everyone was racking their brains to get an extra scoop of rice, but Ye Zhangqing's portions were generous, so there was no shortage; after all, only about fifty or sixty people came to eat each meal.

After a full quarter of an hour, he finally managed to reach Hong Zun, and immediately saw his two disciples each holding a bowl larger than their own heads, devouring food voraciously.

He didn't even notice his own master.

Seeing the two women completely disregarding their image, Hong Zun also grew curious: what magic does this little canteen hold?

As Hong Zun gradually approached the kitchen, the aroma grew stronger; by the time it was his turn, the old man's beard was already completely soaked with saliva, and his chest clothing was drenched in large patches.

"Serve rice, serve rice, quick............."

His eyes glowed green, like a starving wolf, fixedly staring at that plate of stir-fried meat.

Even though Ye Zhangqing was accustomed to the disciples' expressions, seeing Hong Zun made him unable to help but startle.

What's wrong with this old man? Has he gone rabid?

"Um........ senior, are you alright?"

"Bowl, give me a bowl."

However, Hong Zun completely ignored it, his mind fixed only on eating dry rice.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing pointed to a large bowl nearby, and immediately saw Hong Zun act even more exaggeratedly than Liu Shuang, directly using his cultivation.

"Not enough, not enough, press it down, press again.........."

Using Línglì to compress the rice in the bowl, just to be able to add a couple more scoops?

Ye Zhangqing was left dumbfounded; meanwhile, Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang also sensed the Línglì fluctuation, looked up, and realized it was their own master.

"How did the master end up here?"

But that wasn't the most important thing right now; watching the master continuously compress rice with Línglì, the rice in the barrel dwindling, about to be completely used up, Lu Youyou quickly rose and said.

"Shīzūn, serving rice cannot involve Línglì; it breaks the rules."

As Lu Youyou's words fell, many disciples present lifted their heads; the master of the inner disciples—wasn't that the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak?

Such a big figure actually eating with them? But when they saw the rice in Hong Zun's hands, everyone's eyes instantly turned red.

"Good grief, how much rice did he serve?"

"Shīzūn, the canteen has its rules; they cannot be violated."

Liu Shuang also stood up to speak; the other menial disciples, though saying nothing, had a red glow in their eyes that said everything.

The rice in the barrel instantly diminished greatly.

Under the gaze of so many, and with two disciples reprimanding him, Hong Zun couldn't help but blush.

"Hehe, I couldn't help myself, I couldn't help myself."

He then retracted his Línglì, but still scooped a large spoonful of stir-fried meat and poured it over.

He then strode up to Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang, and began eating heartily without any regard for image.

"Delicious, delicious.........."

While eating, he mumbled indistinctly.

Old as he may be, Hong Zun's speed at eating dry rice was not slower than anyone else's; in fact, he even surpassed those who came later.

When a disciple finished eating and wanted to get more rice, they only felt a black shadow flash before their eyes, and Hong Zun was already standing before the big table.

"Little brother, may I have more rice?"

"Sure, as long as you don't waste food like just now, it's fine."

"Hehe, good."

Hearing that, Hong Zun grinned wide, then promptly filled a large bowl to the brim; meanwhile, the other disciples behind him looked on with eyes reddened.

"This old man has no martial ethics! If I'm not mistaken, he just used a movement technique, no doubt about it."

Even Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang were stunned, then suddenly showed expressions of sudden realization.

"Master is so amazing; how did we not think of that?"

At first, queuing was indeed required, but for refills, no queue was needed; as long as you finished eating and didn't waste food, you could get more.

He came back with another big bowl, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

Lu Youyou and Liu Shuang, inspired by their master, also directly employed movement techniques.

Those menial disciples had no reaction at all; they only felt a gust of wind pass by, and then saw the two women already gathered around the big table.

This instantly made everyone angry.

"Holy shit, can we still eat? You're bullying us because our cultivation is low, right?"

"You're bullying us because we have no movement techniques or martial skills, right?"

"Senior sisters, please leave some meat when you scoop, leave a bit—even just a bit of meat juice—so the junior brothers can mix it with rice."

The many menial disciples wailed; after they heaped a big bowl full, Lu Youyou turned her head and smiled at them.

"We haven't broken any rules; getting extra rice is first come, first served—we had indeed lined up earlier."

"Indeed, no rules were broken; it's just that Ye Zhangqing never anticipated such a situation—just eating a meal, they even brought out their movement techniques and martial skills; who could have imagined?"

Many disciples were speechless; Lu Youyou's words were not wrong—she had indeed lined up earlier; as for extra rice, first come, first served is perfectly normal.

"You little brats, you usually don't cultivate properly; now you can't even get a meal—you realize the importance of cultivation, right?"

On the other side, Hong Zun, oil dripping from his mouth as he ate, laughed and scolded.

After saying that, he bowed his head and dug in heartily; this is simply the taste of immortals—having lived so many years, I never imagined there could be such a delicious flavor in this world.

As for the many menial disciples, after Hong Zun, Lu Youyou, and Liu Shuang, nobody knew who started first, and they instantly fell into chaos.

"Holy shit, leave some for me."

"Junior brother, just one bite—I'll eat just one more bite, please."