Chapter 1576: Why do we have to celebrate again?

An Emperor Sovereign powerhouse was decided upon after just a few words from the four Vermilion Bird Hall Masters.

Afterwards, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and the Azure Dragon Hall Master left the Star Battleship directly, heading straight for that world.

Along the way, Ye Zhangqing personally witnessed Yongye's might.

These Yongye assassins, aside from their cultivation, each possess formidable combat prowess.

It can be said that each Yongye assassin emerged after countless rounds of selection.

Bai Xian'er had also said before, just how cruel Yongye's method of raising assassins is.

Anyone who manages to survive is one in a million, for the weak have long since died, not even qualifying to become assassins.

These methods, it is said, were all created by the Eternal Night Old Ancestor.

Sometimes Ye Zhangqing imagines the Eternal Night Old Ancestor's appearance and cannot fathom that such a cruel method could be devised by a single person—it shouldn't be.

Yet this point has been confirmed by the Vermilion Bird Hall Masters.

Yongye has developed to the present, becoming one of the top powers spanning the entire Zhu Tian Wan Jie; it can be said that the Eternal Night Old Ancestor's contribution is indispensable.

Without him, there would be no Yongye as it exists today.

But such a ruthless person gave Ye Zhangqing.................

Well, just as the two Vermilion Bird Hall Masters had left, the Eternal Night Old Ancestor found Ye Zhangqing and, upon meeting, gave a lecherous smile.

"Ye XiaozI, you've closed another deal—shouldn't we celebrate today?"

Huh???

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing wore a look of helplessness: "Your Yongye never has a day without closing a few deals, and these deals involve no pressure at all—what's there to celebrate?"

These past days, the Eternal Night Old Ancestor has gotten addicted to celebrating victories, demanding a celebration at the slightest provocation.

After casually completing a mission, the Eternal Night Old Ancestor, under the pretext of celebrating, had Ye Zhangqing prepare a full meal.

Although ostensibly inviting the assassins who completed the mission, in reality he himself ends up eating most of it.

Faced with the Eternal Night Old Ancestor's expectant gaze, Ye Zhangqing ultimately nodded and agreed.

Meanwhile, the Great Emperor assassin who had just finished the mission was chatting excitedly with a few companions.

"I'm really jealous of you—getting to eat Ye XiaozI's cooking again."

"Yeah, and it's the Old Ancestor personally giving you a celebration."

"Haha, just lucky, just lucky."

Hearing this, the Great Emperor assassin also broke into a smile; he himself hadn't expected that it was merely an ordinary task.

Upon returning, he was unexpectedly summoned personally by the Old Ancestor, who moreover wanted to hold a celebration for him.

They said to have Ye Zhangqing prepare a full table.

To be able to eat Ye Zhangqing's dishes, and moreover together with the Old Ancestor, is such an honor.

No wonder his companions envy and resent him; after all, although they are Great Emperor powerhouses, they rarely get a chance to meet the Old Ancestor in daily life.

Who let the Eternal Night Old Ancestor remain elusive, appearing and disappearing like a divine dragon?

However, the Great Emperor assassin had not yet realized what awaited him next.

Ye Zhangqing indeed personally prepared a full table, and the Great Emperor assassin arrived at the private room according to the schedule.

As he pushed the door open, the Eternal Night Old Ancestor was already waiting.

Seeing the Old Ancestor, the Great Emperor assassin hastily offered a respectful salute.

"Greetings, Old Ancestor."

"Don't stand on ceremony; today is your celebration feast, so skip the formalities and take a seat."

The Eternal Night Old Ancestor waved his hand affably; hearing this, the Great Emperor assassin likewise took his seat respectfully, and while dining together with the Old Ancestor, he was still somewhat nervous.

However, as Bai Xian'er and Qiu Baiyi brought up plate after plate of fragrant dishes, this sense of tension quickly diminished considerably.

His attention was completely captured by the food—so fragrant that he couldn't help but drool.

His gaze fixed dead‑on on the dishes on the table, so he completely failed to notice the strange expressions on Qiu Baiyi and Bai Xian'er's faces.

After all the dishes had been served, the Great Emperor assassin furtively glanced at the Eternal Night Old Ancestor.

After all, dining with the Old Ancestor, it stands to reason that he should start eating first.

The Eternal Night Old Ancestor, without further ado, picked up his chopsticks, smiling at the Great Emperor assassin and said,

"Come, don't be polite—this is your celebration feast, eat."

"Thank you, Old Ancestor; then I won't stand on ceremony."

"No need for politeness—hurry up and eat."

Saying this, the Eternal Night Old Ancestor had already begun eating, while the Great Emperor assassin, just about to reach for his chopsticks, found in the next second that his body would not move.

He was suppressed by a mighty force, unable to even twitch a finger.

He looked blankly at the Eternal Night Old Ancestor, who had already started feasting to his heart's content, the assassin's face full of suspicion.

Only the Old Ancestor present could accomplish this.

But why would he forcibly suppress himself?

"Old Ancestor???"

He shouted in confusion, and the Eternal Night Old Ancestor, who was happily eating, heard it, raised his head, and feigned puzzlement as he spoke.

"Eat—why aren't you eating? Is it not to your taste?"

Huh???

Upon hearing this, the Great Emperor assassin went dumb: "What do you mean, not to my taste? I want to eat, but damn it, I can't move—how am I supposed to eat?"

Just as he was about to speak, the next second he discovered he couldn't even open his mouth.

Afterward, all that could be heard was the Eternal Night Old Ancestor muttering to himself.

"You can't even stomach Ye XiaozI's cooking? Sigh, you youngsters—just picky eaters."

"What fine ingredients—wasting them is out of the question; since you won't eat, I'll just have to trouble myself a bit."

Listening to Eternal Night Old Ancestor's muttering, that Emperor-level assassin was instantly dumbfounded.

When did I become picky? I fucking want to eat—let me go!

Seeing the old ancestor with oil dripping from his mouth, that Emperor-level assassin went numb.

He was drooling from hunger, but he fucking couldn't move.

Facing Eternal Night Old Ancestor, even with Emperor-level cultivation, he had no ability to resist whatsoever.

But he didn't not want to eat; moreover, you keep taking bite after bite of my victory feast, and in the end you fucking won't even let me hold the chopsticks—what's the meaning of this?

However, no matter how that Emperor-level assassin struggled, it was of no use.

After the meal, that Emperor-level assassin could only silently shed tears, watching the old ancestor eat comfortably by himself.

After finishing the meal, Eternal Night Old Ancestor satisfiedly patted his belly, then turned his head to look at that Emperor-level assassin and said:

"Alas, you people—blessed but unaware, such delicious food, and yet you disdain it."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, that Emperor-level assassin already had a full head of Black Line—when did I ever disdain it?

Finally, after Eternal Night Old Ancestor walked away muttering to himself, the suppression on that Emperor-level assassin gradually dissipated.

At last he could move, but seeing the empty plates on the table, his eyes grew moist.

"Wasn't this supposed to be my victory feast? I haven't eaten a single bite."