Chapter 131: line with translation of chapter title

Facing Hong Zun's sudden strike, Zhao Zhengping and the others shouted repeatedly.

Shīzūn, hear me out.

What's there to say, you rebellious disciple—take this move.

Shīzūn, I.............

What 'me'—I got hit.

Hong Zun showed no mercy with his strike, but Qing Shi hesitated when facing Wang Yao.

Facing Qing Shi, Wang Yao's eyes were red, on the verge of tears, and she cried out in a soft, tender voice.

Master, I miss you so much.

She was outright acting coquettish; if it were before, Qing Shi would surely have softened his heart, after all, they were like father and daughter.

But this time, although Qing Shi hesitated as well, he quickly showed a kind smile.

Xiao Yao'er.

Master.

Don't blame your master.

In the end, there was no going back; Qing Shi pointed a finger and sealed Wang Yao's cultivation just the same.

The days of the master's kindness and the disciple's filial piety are long gone, and that pure little Wang Yao will never return.

In just a dozen or so breaths, Zhao Zhengping and the others had their cultivation sealed, each looking at Hong Zun and Qing Shi with complex expressions.

Shīzūn, you............

Even now they still haven't figured out how Hong Zun and Qing Shi appeared here.

However, faced with their doubts, Hong Zun and Qing Shi clearly had no intention of paying attention; the two were already salivating over the fragrance drifting in the air.

After taking a deep breath, Hong Zun sighed with an expression of enjoyment.

It's exactly this flavor.

He then turned without hesitation and walked toward the kitchen, while Zhao Zhengping and the others behind him were simply ignored.

Anyway, their cultivation is sealed, so these rebellious disciples can't stir up trouble; we'll deal with them after the meal.

Shīzūn, wait a moment............

No matter how Zhao Zhengping and the others shouted, Hong Zun and Qing Shi paid no heed; meanwhile, the other disciples naturally noticed them as well, each equally shocked.

Holy shit, the Peak Master and the Grand Elder.

This is the Jinhai Yingdi, right? I didn't get it wrong, did I?

What about the formation? The formation of Jinhai Yingdi—has it failed?

What time is it now? You're still worrying about this—first, let's eat.

Right, right, right—first eat, then we'll talk after the meal.

Though they were only shocked for a moment, no matter what, eating comes first—today we have dragon and phoenix soup.

The disciples who secured a spot became excited again, while those who didn't were extremely disappointed.

Today's meal isn't ordinary fare; not getting a spot left them regretting it to death.

But just as everyone was lamenting, an Inner Sect disciple suddenly glanced at Zhao Zhengping and the others and muttered.

I recall the Peak Master just now seemed to have sealed the cultivation of our senior brothers?

Upon saying that, the defeated disciples all turned their gazes toward Zhao Zhengping and the others; for a moment, they felt a chill, as if surrounded by something.

Gulping, Xu Jie spoke cautiously.

Fellow junior brothers, you............

Your looks aren't right—it's like the gaze when looking at aquatic creatures; before Xu Jie could finish, the defeated disciples smiled and said.

Senior brother, your cultivation has been sealed, right?

Their smiles were bright, eyes full of anticipation; Xu Jie and the others felt increasingly unsure, but they forced themselves to say.

Nonsense, that's not the case at all.

Senior brother, no need to deny it—I saw it just now; the Peak Master personally sealed your cultivation, right, senior brother?

Yes, we're all fellow sect brothers and sisters; senior brother, you don't need to hide it from us.

Exactly, we won't do anything to you, senior brother.

The disciples, concerned, kept questioning and stepping closer, soon surrounding Zhao Zhengping and the others.

In response, Zhao Zhengping and the others wore solemn expressions.

What do you want to do?

Heh heh, nothing much—just want a bite to eat; since your cultivation is sealed, senior brothers, let this meal go to us junior brothers.

You all..............

Sorry to offend, senior brother—entangling hand.

Cotton palm.

Without further ado, the disciples all struck out; Zhao Zhengping and the others, lacking cultivation, naturally had no power to resist and were easily subdued.

Haha, good, I snatched a spot.

I didn't expect an unexpected bonus.

This is all thanks to the Peak Master.

Right, right, right—the Peak Master is mighty.

Several Inner Sect disciples who had snatched spots from Zhao Zhengping and the others rushed excitedly toward the kitchen.

We had all but given up hope, never expecting a pie to fall from the sky—truly, heaven leaves no one without a way.

As for Zhao Zhengping and the others, they were now truly anxious, eyes red as they shouted.

Holy shit, you guys come back to me.

That's mine, it's my dragon-phoenix soup.

Damn it, give back my dragon-phoenix soup.

It was a sure thing, a delicacy that was sure to be eaten, but in an instant it was lost.

You know, for this bowl of dragon-phoenix soup, Xu Jie and the others had endured three whole days, and they were about to eat it, but in the end someone snatched it away.

The roar got no response, so Xu Jie and the others could only shout at Hong Zun and the other person.

Shīzūn, I was wrong, I really was wrong.

Shīzūn, release me and I'll just take a sip.

Shīfu, I'm your only disciple.

It's a pity that Hong Zun and Qing Shi paid no attention to the several people; at this moment the two old fellows had already gathered in front of the big pot, looking at the crystal-clear soup inside, and they couldn't help drooling.

After simmering for three days and three nights, this dragon-phoenix soup emitted a light like jade, its rich, fragrant aroma rushing straight into the nostrils.

The sight made the two old men stare blankly.

As for Ye Zhangqing standing before him, he was frozen in place, the same question arising in his heart: why would the Peak Master and Grand Elder be here?

Moreover, outside.............

That Peak Master, Senior Brother and the others seem to be calling you.

Unable to hold back, he spoke up to remind them; hearing this, Hong Zun didn't even lift his eyes, speaking indifferently.

You heard wrong, no one is calling this old man; speaking of which, Little Ye Zhangqing, can this be eaten?

Um......... it can be done, I suppose.

Haha, then this old man won't stand on ceremony.

Can you imagine how terrifying two old fellows who haven't eaten for almost a month can be? That's exactly the situation now.

Holy shit, this thigh is mine, and the dragon horn too.

One each, don't fight over it.

The two were eating happily in the courtyard, while outside Zhao Zhengping and the others had broken down in tears.

My dragon-phoenix soup.

Damn it, leave me a mouthful.

Seeing Zhao Zhengping and the others, who are inner disciples, crying so heart-wrenchingly, the disciples nearby who also failed to get a spot kindly offered words of comfort.

Shī xiōng, stop shouting, it's useless.

Yeah, save your strength, inhale a bit more aroma, you can still get a kick out of it.

In this regard we have experience; if we can't eat it, sucking the aroma is still okay.

Damn it, I'm the third senior brother of Divine Sword Peak, and you're letting me just sniff the aroma?

Just over this, Xu Jie suddenly flew into a rage—who does he think he is? An inner disciple, how could he end up just sucking the aroma? Today is.............

Third senior brother, stop talking, hurry up and sniff—it really smells great.

Wang Yao beside them didn't realize when she had started sniffing fiercely.