Chapter 1359: Finally Here

The matter of the new canteen is almost impossible to keep hidden.

From just a few dozen people at the start, to over a hundred later, now every meal draws upwards of ten thousand people.

With so many people, it's bound to attract others' attention and curiosity.

Even if you don't say anything, as long as they come to the canteen at mealtime, they'll understand everything.

Moreover, every single disciple present has, without exception, eaten Ye Zhangqing's cooking once, and after that they always arrive early for every mealtime.

Unless one is not in the sect and unable to clone oneself, it is absolutely impossible to be absent.

As the canteen gates opened, the courtyard quickly became lively.

Qiu Baiyi and all the elders were there; following the crowd into the courtyard, seeing so many high‑ranking sect members present, Spirit Chef and his disciple were also stunned for a moment.

"Master, the Valley Master and the others have also come here to eat."

"Hmm, let's see and talk later."

You should know, Qiu Baiyi had never once come to his place to eat anything before.

But now, she and the elders are wolfing down their food there, feeling as if they'd been starving for lifetimes.

Is it really that delicious? With your Emperor Sovereign Realm cultivation, how can you eat like this?

Spirit Chef was somewhat doubtful, but after a short while in the crowd, it was his and his disciple's turn.

Looking at the fragrant, colorful, and flavorful meal, Spirit Chef was momentarily dazed.

The color of this dish is truly... the most perfect he has ever seen in his lifetime.

Even viewed with the eye of a ninth‑grade spirit chef, he could find no flaw.

Moreover, the aroma, when you get close, makes you involuntarily salivate.

"Hey, are you eating or not? What are you standing there for?"

Until Li Tie Dan's voice rang out, the master and disciple finally came to their senses; this time Spirit Chef didn't get angry, just nodded dumbly.

"Eat."

Master and disciple each served themselves a large bowl of rice; one bite in, their eyes widened.

"Master, this food is delicious, really good……"

The youth spoke with an incredulous expression, but after waiting a long time for the master's reply, he turned his head and saw Spirit Chef about to bury his whole head in the bowl.

There was no time to talk; the eating just wouldn't stop.

Seeing that, the youth stopped talking and likewise turned into a voracious eater.

A bowl of rice was devoured by the master and disciple in a sweep like wind sweeping away clouds; when they tried to get another serving, there was none left, as the other disciples ate even faster.

Savoring the flavor of the meal just eaten, the youth quietly asked Spirit Chef.

"Master, do you still want to challenge Young Master Ye?"

Even the form of address changed, from Ye Zhangqing to Young Master Ye, but Spirit Chef seemed not to notice.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence.

"Challenge my ass."

Even though he was unwilling, Spirit Chef clearly knew that the gap between him and Ye Zhangqing was as vast as a celestial moat.

Heaven and earth apart, clouds and mud different—there's no common ground; with just that bit of his cooking skill, what challenge could he possibly have? He'd have no face to even make a move.

He had completely abandoned the idea of challenging Ye Zhangqing, and moreover, Spirit Chef was already looking forward to dinner.

Why won't this mealtime come sooner? As for his old canteen, he no longer has the leisure to care about it—it's been tossed to the clouds.

Now Spirit Chef just wants to gobble down rice.

A single bowl of rice won over that stubborn fellow, but Ye Zhangqing had no clue about it—in fact, he'd even forgotten that such a person existed.

As usual, after finishing the meal, Ye Zhangqing returned to his dong fu.

Normally he would rest in the courtyard as usual, but today a steward came to visit him of his own accord.

He thought it was something else, but when the other party produced an Emperor‑rank transmission talisman and said with a smile,

"Young Master Ye, this is what you previously ordered from the Heavenly Union Merchant Association."

Upon seeing that Emperor‑rank transmission talisman, Ye Zhangqing nearly jumped up; after waiting so many days, he had finally got it.

He had previously worried that Qiu Baiyi might again intercept it midway.

But now, that Emperor‑rank transmission talisman is right in his hand.

After waiting so long, I've finally got you.

His eyes brimming with excitement, he handed the Emperor‑rank transmission talisman to Tangzhou; the steward didn't linger, turning and leaving quickly.

Being able to move a steward shows the Heavenly Union Merchant Association's capabilities are no small matter.

However, I reckon that woman Qiu Baiyi is also turning a blind eye, not forcefully intercepting it midway.

Otherwise, that Emperor‑rank transmission talisman might not have ended up in his hand at all.

Qiu Baiyi naturally knows these things, but she fears that if she forcibly intercepts it, Ye Zhangqing will dislike her even more.

After weighing it repeatedly, she still didn't do so.

Regardless, before Ye Zhangqing is rescued, she must definitely capture him.

Ye Zhangqing didn't dwell on these matters; no matter the reason or the problem, anyway, that Emperor‑rank transmission talisman is now in his hand.

Seeing the steward off, Ye Zhangqing alone in the courtyard curiously examined that Emperor‑rank transmission talisman.

This was the first time he'd seen an Emperor‑rank transmission talisman; compared to the Saint‑rank version, it's far more complex.

Moreover, the talisman paper used to inscribe the talisman seal is also specially made, completely different from ordinary talisman paper, with a finer texture and greater thickness.

Held in hand, it feels more like a token.

In fact, the talisman paper of the Emperor‑rank transmission talisman is indeed specially made; after all, Emperor‑rank symbols cannot be borne by ordinary talisman paper.

If one doesn't use the specially made talisman paper, inscribing the symbols upon it will cause the paper to collapse directly.

Even if you are an Imperial-grade Talisman Master, there's nothing that can be done.

Therefore, Imperial-grade Talisman Seals and Saint-grade Talisman Seals are fundamentally different.

The price also differs greatly; even if the Heavenly Union Merchant Association doesn't cheat and sells an Imperial-grade Talisman Seal to Ye Zhangqing at a fair price, it is still at least ten times the price of a Saint-grade Talisman Seal.

Now that he has obtained an Imperial-grade Talisman Seal, Ye Zhangqing does not hesitate and immediately begins contacting Yun Xiantai and the others.

Meanwhile, in the Wújìn Xīnghǎi far from the Heavenly Martial Realm, a Star Battleship is speeding through.

This Star Battleship is exactly the one carrying Yun Xiantai and the others, who have been out of the Haotu Shijie for over half a year, but since they received news of Ye Zhangqing from the Azure Spring Realm,

After that, no one heard any trace of Ye Zhangqing again.

They have visited many worlds, yet still there is no sign of Ye Zhangqing.

Bai Hua Xianzi, Jue Ying, Chi Rao, and the three women's moods grew ever more gloomy; standing on the deck, their eyes were filled with deep worry.

"You say my husband won't encounter any trouble, right?"

Jue Ying murmured, as if asking a question, yet also as if talking to herself.

Hearing that, Bai Hua Xianzi beside her also had a vacant stare.

"No, my husband will surely be fine; didn't the Master say there's another world not far ahead? Perhaps we'll hear news of him there."

Bai Hua Xianzi's words—perhaps she herself didn't believe them, merely self‑consolation—each hope met with yet another disappointment.

The three women had become numb.