Chapter 1374: with translation of chapter title

The Blood King Palace and Ling Tian Ge disciples grew more bewildered the longer they fought; just now those Bai Song Gu disciples were clearly heavily injured and unconscious—how did they suddenly come back to life?

Moreover, their aura was immensely vigorous, showing no sign of injury at all—this is absurd.

No, is this a fake resurrection or what's going on?

Especially those they had clearly heavily injured with their own hands, now facing them again.

This left the Blood King Palace and Ling Tian Ge disciples baffled; they just couldn't figure it out.

Even if you took pills, it wouldn't be this outrageous, would it?

More and more Bai Song Gu disciples learned that Ye Zhangqing was cooking in the canteen, and that his food was highly effective for injuries.

Those disciples who had never before eaten at the new canteen, upon hearing their senior sisters say this, though puzzled, still rushed to the canteen.

"Senior sister, don't just stand there—go eat at the canteen quickly; I'll cover for you."

They had been keeping the canteen a secret, fearing that if too many people knew, competition would become fiercer and they might not get any food.

But now, in this situation, who has the leisure to worry about that?

At death's door, the food Ye Zhangqing prepared now seems to have become a lifeline for many disciples.

The effect of that food astonished many Bai Song Gu disciples; how had they not noticed it before?

More and more disciples flocked to the kitchen, while Ye Zhangqing, Li Tie Niu, and Li Tie Dan were already busy as could be.

Especially Ye Zhangqing, who alone was in charge of four pots, wielding the spatula so hard it seemed to smoke.

Li Tie Niu and Li Tie Dan also shouted loudly.

"Serve yourself, eat, then leave—let others eat, don't loiter here."

Even if the disciples were craving food, they naturally wouldn't linger, for the battle ahead was tense; they came here to recover their injuries and restore combat strength as quickly as possible.

Thus the disciples were orderly: each served themselves a bowl, ate it quickly, put down their utensils and left, letting those behind eat.

Now many of those in the canteen are disciples who had never come here before.

They had always scoffed at the canteen, thinking, 'We're cultivators—what's the point of eating rice?'

Thus from start to finish, these people never paid attention to the new canteen; plus the deliberate concealment, they noticed nothing amiss.

But now, after a single mouthful of the food, the disciples were left stunned.

The taste of that food was simply beyond words.

"Damn it, junior sister has been lying to me all along—I wondered why everyone disappears at mealtime."

"Ahhh, senior sister kept this from me, it's been torture—how did I only find out now?"

"Cut the chatter, hurry up and eat—this food's effect is truly overpowering; I feel my injuries have fully healed."

Ye Zhangqing had no time to explain; after a bowl of food, the disciples merely thought their injuries had recovered.

Actually, the injuries weren't healed; they were merely suppressed, and when the effect wears off, the original injuries will fully erupt.

If a single bowl could fully restore injuries, one would have to wait until Ye Zhangqing reaches Emperor-level Spirit Chef; for now it's impossible.

Moreover, even just forcibly suppressing the injuries is already outrageous—at least something pills cannot achieve.

Even the original bodily pain was numbed.

People came and went in the canteen, with ever more disciples rushing in, including elders and stewards among them.

However, there were some obstinate ones—for instance, a steward on the battlefield who was clearly severely injured.

A companion beside her blocked the enemy and sent a mental message.

"Your injuries…… hurry up and go eat a bowl of food at the canteen."

Huh???

Hearing this, the severely injured steward's face darkened, and without thinking he sent a mental curse.

"What time is it, still thinking about food? I'll help you."

Hearing the reply, the companion was speechless: 'I told you to go eat to heal your wounds, and you're helping me with a hammer?'

In your condition, what could you possibly do to help? Two strikes and they'd kill you.

Indeed, the steward's injury is serious; his combat power is down to one-tenth.

In such a state, it's obvious how little combat power he could muster.

"Hurry up—once you get to the canteen you'll understand; staying here only drags you down."

The companion had just returned from the canteen, her condition fully restored, yet facing three Ling Tian Ge stewards at once she couldn't hold out long.

For now we still need to get the injured steward to the canteen quickly, then have him return to help me deal with this.

"What's the point of eating now…"

"Shut up, hurry up—go and you'll find out."

The companion kept urging herself to go eat at the canteen; seeing this, the severely injured steward was somewhat at a loss.

Why insist I go eat at the canteen? I'm injured—I should be taking pills, and I already have.

But with such a severe injury, pills would hardly have much effect in the short term.

He was practically driven to the canteen; upon arrival, seeing the sea of people, he was utterly bewildered.

Aren't we supposed to be fighting? Why is everyone coming to the canteen?

Moreover, watching countless disciples wolf down their food, then drop their bowls and leave, the most outrageous part is that their aura seems to have quickly returned to peak condition.

"Could these meals really have such heaven-defying effects?"

The canteen food's effects had been told to her long ago, yet this steward refuses to believe it.

You tell me that eating a bowl of rice can achieve what even pills cannot?

That shouldn't be the case.

Just then Li Tie Niu saw the dazed steward and shouted loudly.

"Don't just stand there—serve yourself, eat, then hurry off."

Everyone's busy eating, what are you doing standing here foolishly alone?

The front line doesn't need support anymore?

Under Li Tie Niu's urging, the steward, slow-witted, took a bowl, served himself rice, then imitating others, took a big bite.

The next second, the steward's eyes lit up, and without raising his head, he turned into a rice-guzzler.

As bite after bite of food entered his mouth, the steward happily discovered that the effect was truly as his companions said—it was heavenly.

His injuries quickly receded, his breath continually recovering—it really works.

A big bowl of rice was finished in just a few mouthfuls; feeling the surging power within, the steward clenched his fists and hurried back to the battlefield.

"Young Master Ye, you haven't left?"

At that moment, a Great Emperor Elder also heard about the canteen and came to eat; her injuries were just as severe.

She had always been facing a situation of being outnumbered, but now she is more concerned about Ye Zhangqing.

The Valley Master had prepared Ye Zhangqing's departure; she knew about it, but she didn't expect Ye Zhangqing not to leave and to stay instead.