Chapter 1642

Now it looks like I can only use my trump card.

Huh???

Hearing Shi Song's words, Tian Nong froze, looking at him suspiciously, "What trump card do you have? I don't even know about it."

Just then, Shi Song's gaze also fell on Tian Nong, a mysterious look flashing in his eyes.

Noticing that Shi Song's expression was clearly off, Tian Nong immediately had a bad feeling and spoke up.

Um, Shī xiōng, I still have something to do over there, so I'll go first, you're busy.

Saying that, he stepped toward the hall's exit, but the next second Shi Song grabbed him tightly.

Don't rush, junior brother, Shī xiōng happens to have something to discuss with you.

The more Shi Song acted this way, the more Tian Nong was certain this old guy definitely had no good intentions, and he immediately refused without thinking.

Farewell, Shī xiōng, you know I, junior brother, have never had much ability since childhood; now that you hold the position of Shèngzhǔ with great responsibility, don't let junior brother drag you down—I really have business in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, I'm hurrying back.

Don't rush, even big matters can wait a moment; Shī xiōng truly has something to discuss with you, junior brother, please sit.

Regardless of what Tian Nong said, Shi Song forcibly pressed him into a chair, making it impossible for him to run.

Looking at Shi Song's smiling face, Tian Nong steeled himself and bluntly asked.

Shī xiōng, if you have something to say, just say it straight; acting like this makes junior brother fearful inside.

This guy's behavior surely bodes no good; seeing that, Shi Song smiled even more amiably.

Hehe, junior brother, you say that, but aren't we both working for the sect?

You also know about the Nether Clan Old Ancestor matter; now, forming an alliance with the Nether Clan is extremely important for our Haotu Shijie, but this Nether Clan Old Ancestor is somewhat difficult to deal with.

Moreover, Ye Zhangqing isn't currently in the holy land; who knows when that Nether Clan Old Ancestor might leave.

Shī xiōng thought to first use Ye Zhangqing's dry rations to stabilize the Nether Clan Old Ancestor, and discuss other matters later after Ye Zhangqing returns.

Ye Zhangqing isn't here, so even using food to win him over won't work; we can only fall back to using dry rations.

Hearing that, Tian Nong nodded doubtfully.

Sure, Shī xiōng, you can just do it directly; why drag me into this and make it so mysterious?

Hearing that, Shi Song's smile became even more amiable, to the point of being somewhat obsequious.

Hehe, isn't it because Shī xiōng has run out of dry rations, and the Canteen is empty too, so you want to borrow a bit from me, junior brother?

I know you, junior brother, definitely have stored dry rations; you've always been like this since childhood—how about giving some to Shī xiōng first? It's all for the holy land, and Shī xiōng will definitely repay you later.

Tian Nong has always been the stingiest among the fellow disciples since childhood; when everyone first joined the Dao Yi Sect...

He was the same age as Xu Jie and them, even younger; at that time, the other fellow disciples' cultivation resources, including spirit stones, were simply insufficient.

But Tian Nong, however, managed to save something each month; after a few years, he practically became a wealthy tycoon among the fellow disciples.

Therefore, Shi Song was certain that Tian Nong must still have some dry rations.

But upon hearing Shi Song's words, Tian Nong didn't even think, directly refusing.

None, I don't have any either.

Junior brother, saying that is pointless; we're all doing this for the Sect, do you think I'd steal food?

I really don't have any.

Tian Nong kept shaking his head, but having been fellow disciples for a lifetime, Shi Song couldn't possibly not know what kind of person he is, and simply didn't believe him.

Finally, under Shi Song's soft and hard persuasion, Tian Nong reluctantly produced twenty portions of dry rations.

Looking at the dry rations before him, Shi Song grinned, having long known that you kid definitely had supplies, still trying to fool me?

Shī xiōng, you must prioritize the big picture; you can't steal food.

Don't worry, Shī xiōng still knows what's more important.

Then that's good.

Although somewhat reluctant, Tian Nong eventually compromised, just as Shi Song said—it's all for the holy land.

First stabilize the Nether Clan Old Ancestor, then talk after Ye Zhangqing returns.

However, Tian Nong still wasn't at ease with Shi Song; after repeatedly urging him, he finally left the main hall.

After seeing Tian Nong off, Shi Song busied himself with other affairs of the Dao Yi Shengdi for half a day.

At midnight, Shi Song wearily stretched; this day's passing was even more exhausting than Xiūliàn.

Then he suddenly remembered the twenty portions of dry rations in his Space Ring.

Since Ye Zhangqing took Luo Jiuyou and them to the Hui Lin Realm, Shi Song also hadn't eaten a proper meal in a long time.

He didn't even have dry rations; now suddenly remembering, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Eating one box should be fine, right?

Thinking this, Shi Song couldn't control himself; after all, there are twenty portions, eating one still leaves nineteen.

While convincing himself, he naturally took out a portion of dry rations, which happened to be the fish-flavored shredded pork flavor.

Fish-flavored shredded pork, this is my favorite dish, goes well with rice.

After heating it with Línglì, Shi Song immediately started eating.

After eating this familiar taste again, Shi Song felt that the day's fatigue had considerably eased.

Although the taste doesn't match that of freshly cooked food, Ye Zhangqing is no longer in the holy land, so having something to eat is already not bad.

He finished the dry rations in a few bites, feeling it wasn't enough, and Shi Song muttered to himself.

"There are still nineteen portions; eating one more should be fine, right?"

"Yes, it's fine; there are still eighteen left."

Saying that, Shi Song took out another serving of the spirit-pepper stir-fried meat flavor.

In the main hall late at night, Shi Song was feasting alone when, just then, a sudden angry shout rang out.

"Shi Song, what are you doing?"

Huh???

Hearing this roar, Shi Song lifted his head with a puzzled look, and instantly saw Tian Nong standing at the hall door, his face full of anger.

All that could be seen was Tian Nong glaring at Shi Song with eyes spitting fire, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"I fucking knew you'd sneak food—you're supposed to be doing everything for the Sect, right? Is this how you're doing it for the Sect?"

"Junior Brother, how did you come here?"

"If I don't come? If I don't come, you'll turn the world upside down."

"Junior Brother, you... I'm just exhausted, I just wanted to eat a box to relieve my fatigue."

"One box?"

Hearing this, Tian Nong glanced at the four rations before Shi Song, plus the one in his hand—this is what you call 'one box'?

Seeing this, Shi Song also froze, even he himself wondered.

"Huh, when did I eat this much? I just wanted to eat one serving."

Shi Song had originally intended to eat just one portion as a quick bite, but he absentmindedly ended up eating five.

Seeing his state, Tian Nong gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress his anger, and said coldly.

"Shi Song, cut the crap—hand over the remaining rations."

"Junior Brother, what are you doing? We agreed to use these rations to stabilize the Nether Clan Old Ancestor first—you took them back, so how am I supposed to manage?"

"Hah, I think you're the one who needs stabilizing."