Chapter 132: Disciples Also Have Tempers

Inhale, huh, inhale, huh.

Seeing Wang Yao beside him already starting to inhale deeply, Xu Jie's face darkened and he shouted angrily.

"Little Junior Sister, we are Inner Disciples, how can we.............."

As he spoke, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, and including Zhao Zhengping, the three of them began to imitate and inhale deeply; seeing this, Xu Jie became completely furious.

"You.......... inhale, huh, I inhale, I'll inhale you to death, so you won't even be able to smell the flavor."

Eating is definitely out of the question; just being able to smell the flavor is already the limit.

"I inhale, I inhale inhale inhale..........."

Xu Jie, who had previously said he would rather die than inhale, was now inhaling in a crazy manner, completely without pausing for breath.

His face turned red from holding his breath, he only inhaled and never exhaled, and in the end his head lolled over and he fainted.

"Third Junior Brother?"

"Senior Brother?"

Looking at Xu Jie, who had literally inhaled himself into unconsciousness, Zhao Zhengping and the others all had Black Lines on their faces; 'Where is the dignity you had just now as an Inner Disciple? You've basically gone to the dogs, damn it.'

White foam still dribbled from the corners of his mouth, several people's mouths twitched, and finally they all silently looked away, no longer paying him any attention, even quietly moving their seats away.

They despised associating with such a person, utterly losing face for the Inner Disciples.

As Inner Disciples, even if we can only smell the flavor, we should inhale elegantly, with refinement, just like Zhao Zhengping.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, as if savoring the deliciousness in the air.

"Ye Zhangqing, Junior Brother's skill is really getting better and better."

Indeed, it bears out the demeanor of being an Inner Disciple and a Senior Brother; even the way he smells the flavor is different from the other junior brothers.

But when you speak, could you first hold back your tears? What does it mean that these two streams of clear fluid are flowing down your cheeks?

Before the others could react, Zhao Zhengping flung his eyes open, his voice choked with tears, and shouted toward the kitchen.

"Shīzūn, I, the disciple, know I was wrong."

His voice was so loud it practically rang through the heavens; everyone around froze, just a moment ago they were still enjoying themselves, right?

Just now you weren't saying you wanted to maintain the bearing of an Inner Disciple? And this is what you get? Hmm?

However, the response to Zhao Zhengping was a Línglì palm print flying out from Yuàn zhōng, which fiercely slapped him on the head, sending his whole body flying.

"Noisy mouth, don't disturb my enjoyment of the soup, scram."

In Yuàn zhōng, Hong Zun swung a palm, then immediately enjoyed a sip of soup with a satisfied expression.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as they say, better lucky than early; this way we get to eat such delicious dragon-phoenix soup, really comfortable."

After a bowl of soup entered his stomach, Hong Zun felt his whole body sublimated.

Not only him, many disciples beside him felt the same.

Even some people, while drinking, directly broke through.

"Holy shit, I broke through."

An Outer Door Disciple first stared in shock, then exclaimed in delight; after that, a second, a third, and successively dozens of disciples successfully broke through their cultivation.

They were all Outer Door Disciples, and their cultivation had been stuck at the breakthrough bottleneck.

The dragon-phoenix soup successfully helped them break through the bottleneck; as these disciples exclaimed in surprise, the surrounding people were also stunned.

Is the effect of this dragon-phoenix soup really that heaven-defying?

They all turned their heads to look at Ye Zhangqing, who was likewise drinking a bowl of soup; sensing the gazes of the senior brothers and sisters, Ye Zhangqing smiled helplessly.

"It's not that exaggerated; it's just a final push to help break through the bottleneck."

He definitely needed to explain; otherwise, seeing the looks on everyone's faces, Ye Zhangqing worried they would kill off all the Azure-feathered Phoenix of Dongzhou.

Indeed, it is not as powerful as everyone imagined, but for cultivators on the verge of breakthrough, the dragon-phoenix does have an effect in helping to smash the bottleneck, though it is not a hundred percent.

Moreover, the higher one's cultivation, the weaker this effect becomes.

This is why, those who just broke through were basically Menial Disciples and Outer Door Disciples.

Upon hearing this, the fervor in everyone's eyes gradually subsided.

That meal was utterly satisfying; a full big pot of soup was drunk dry, and even while washing the pot, the disciples kept adding water to continue drinking.

"There's still flavor."

"Let me have a taste."

"You're going too far; we agreed on one bowl each."

They added water back and forth five times in total; at first there was still some meat and oil in the pot, but later it was just plain water, yet the disciples still drank to their heart's content.

"Ah, what a rich dragon-phoenix aroma."

Looking at the sighing crowd, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched; 'Damn, can there still be flavor? I've already added water five times—this pot looks like it doesn't even need washing—where the hell does this dragon-phoenix aroma come from?'

"Ye Zhangqing, kid."

Just as Ye Zhangqing shook his head speechlessly, Hong Zun smiled and stepped forward; having been busy eating earlier and not saying much, now that he had finished, it was natural that he would exchange some pleasantries.

Whether you're used to staying at Jinhai Yingdi or not, have you encountered any danger?

Faced with Hong Zun's concern, Ye Zhangqing simply shook his head.

At Jinhai Yingdi, Ye Zhangqing really didn't feel there was any danger; although people said the aquatic tribes were ferocious, in Ye Zhangqing's view they weren't that ferocious either.

If one were to truly speak of ferocity............. Ye Zhangqing silently glanced around at the surrounding senior brothers and sisters.

They came to the rear courtyard, where the three chatted casually; of course, it was mainly Hong Zun and Qing Shi speaking, while Ye Zhangqing listened from the side.

"Ye Zhangqing, kid, now that's good—I can see you again."

"Shīzūn, I, the disciple, request an audience."

Just as they were speaking, Zhao Zhengping's voice came from outside the courtyard.

They had just discussed it; since Shīzūn and the others had arrived, the previous matter definitely had to be faced, and at the very least they needed to ask Shīzūn to release their cultivation restrictions, otherwise how would they eat in the future?

Outside the courtyard, several people felt uneasy, comforting each other.

When soldiers come, we block them; when water comes, we earth it.

Later, we'll properly admit our mistake.

After all our calculations, we never expected Hong Zun and Qing Shi to be able to enter the Jinhai Yingdi; given the present situation, besides admitting our mistake, there is no other choice.

However, just as Zhao Zhengping and the others were speaking, Xu Jie spoke up with an angry expression.

"Hmph, where is there a master who seals a disciple's cultivation and withholds food? Besides, what wrong have we done? We just want a bite to eat—how could that be wrong?"

Third Junior Brother, say less, just obediently admit your mistake and it'll be over.

No, the master and the others don't have to scramble for food—what about us? When have we ever gotten a meal without hardship? For the sake of food, what's wrong with using a little trick? I don't care; anyway, I'm not at fault.

At this moment, Xu Jie hardened his stance, and just then, Hong Zun's voice came from inside the courtyard.

Come in.

Hearing that, everyone exchanged a glance; Zhao Zhengping, feeling uneasy, specially reminded Xu Jie.

Third Junior Brother, don't provoke the master again later, got it?

Hmph, you're afraid of him, but I'm not; everything should be reasoned about—anyway, I'm not at fault.

While muttering, they walked toward the courtyard; seeing Xu Jie like that, several people felt worried. That simpleton beside them can't turn his mind, and if he angers the Shīzūn again, they'll really be doomed.

But just as they entered the rear courtyard, before Hong Zun could speak, Xu Jie dropped to his knees without a word, slid forward, grabbed Hong Zun's thigh, and spoke through tears.

Master, disciple knows his mistake.