Chapter 1663: Oil Stain at the Corner of the Mouth

This Star Battleship was specially crafted by the Old Ancestor of the Artifact Master Alliance for Ye Zhangqing.

Inside the ship's cabin, aside from Ye Zhangqing's resting quarters, all other areas have been converted into a kitchen.

All kinds of areas are fully equipped; at this moment, inside the cabin one can see many Spirit Chefs of the Spirit Chef Alliance bustling about.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"

A ninth-rank Spirit Chef said doubtfully, "The battle has been going on for so long; according to past custom, someone should have come to eat by now, but this time it's rather strange."

Upon hearing that, a Spirit Chef Alliance Leader standing nearby said.

"What's the rush?... They're here now."

Before he could finish speaking, the Spirit Chef Alliance Leader paused, then immediately said with a smile.

"Before, everyone was tied up, but now, with the addition of many Netherfolk powerhouses, that opportunity has arrived, hasn't it?"

As soon as his words fell, a crowd of cultivators from Haotu Shijie and Yongye assassins came flying in at high speed, directly pouring into the Star Battleship.

On the deck, the food had long been prepared; everyone, familiar with the routine, picked up their bowls and began serving themselves rice.

"Not bad, not bad, still this flavor."

The cultivators of Haotu Shijie finally got to eat Ye Zhangqing's food.

Under normal circumstances, wanting to eat even a bite of this food would be extremely difficult.

Even the Dao Yi Shengdi themselves don't have enough to eat, let alone them having any chance.

But now that the great war has erupted, they've fortunately gotten to share in the blessing, finally able to eat this long‑craved dish they've been thinking about for who knows how long.

It's still the taste from memory; one mouthful and the whole person feels elevated.

"Don't block the way; hurry up and leave after you finish eating."

Those in front were busy serving rice, while those behind were even more anxious; originally the time was tight, and with so many people, for a moment they couldn't even squeeze in.

Those blocked at the rear shouted, straining their necks.

For a moment, the Star Battleship became lively.

"You damn well ate twice already; finish up and get lost back to the fight."

"Xu San, you've had enough; I saw you secretly stash a bowl of rice."

Xu Jie went even further—eating one bowl and hiding another; he served himself two bowls and directly tucked one of them into his own Space Ring.

Faced with Zhao Zhengping's angry scolding, he simply chose to ignore it.

He just kept his head down and ate his rice.

Just a moment ago they were wondering why no one had come to eat, and the next second the deck was packed to capacity.

The Yongye assassins had previously eaten Ye Zhangqing's food at the Dao Yi Shengdi and had been waiting for this moment.

When they first heard that they could eat on the battlefield, these Yongye assassins were simply astonished.

"There's actually such a good thing? Looking at it now, it's truly not a lie to ourselves."

Moreover, the food on the battlefield seems even tastier than usual.

"Not bad, not bad; the Old Ancestor didn't mess up this alliance—fighting such a great war is comfortable this way."

"Being able to enjoy such delicious food mid‑battle—who could refuse?"

The previously prepared food is visibly dwindling.

Inside the kitchen, the Spirit Chefs were already swamped, and Ye Zhangqing stood before the stove, busy without pause.

"Finish eating and hurry off."

"Yeah."

A big bowl of rice was devoured in a few bites; after eating their fill and drinking their fill, everyone only felt their battle spirit surge.

They could fight another eight hundred rounds, each one bursting with vigor as they charged back onto the battlefield.

On the battlefield, a bewildered Netherfolk powerhouse helplessly dealt with the Demonic Clan and the Huánggōng powerhouses' assault; just moments ago they had made a move, but now the people of Haotu Shijie and Yongye each shouted that they had something to do and immediately fled.

The Netherfolk powerhouses felt utterly depressed, thinking, "What the hell is this? We were fighting fine—what are you doing?"

Before they could figure it out, the many cultivators of Haotu Shijie who had left earlier, along with the Yongye assassins, came back.

"Kill!"

"Take them down!"

Each one with a red glow on their face, battle spirit boiling, they charged straight into the battlefield.

Watching the Haotu Shijie cultivators and Yongye assassins, who looked as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, the Netherfolk powerhouses became even more dazed.

"What's going on?"

"What did these guys go do?"

"Yeah, just a moment ago they weren't this excited."

"Did they get pumped up?"

Not only is their aura terrifying and their battle spirit soaring, but their combat strength also seems to have increased considerably.

"How long has it been since they left, and their strength is already up?"

The Netherfolk powerhouses were completely bewildered—not just them, but the Demonic Clan and Huánggōng folks were all at a loss.

Especially after engaging again, the Demonic Clan and Huánggōng people became even more puzzled.

They had fought before, but how could their strength keep rising as they fought?

"What's this situation of getting stronger the more they fight? Just now, what did those guys go do?"

"Something's off; the Haotu Shijie and Yongye folks are really suspicious—where did they just go?"

Many powerhouses of the Demonic Clan and Huánggōng are still experiencing their first encounter with Haotu Shijie.

They too are battle‑hardened, yet they've never faced such a situation—how does fighting make their strength grow stronger?

They hadn't encountered anything like this before; these people from Haotu Shijie and Yongye are now puzzling to observe.

Again.

On their side, it's a drain on combat strength, but the people from Haotu Shijie and Yongye seem to have just joined the battle.

In a short time, as the Haotu Shijie and Yongye crowd joined the battle, the demon clan and the Human Emperor Palace only felt the pressure suddenly surge, and they were quickly suppressed.

Originally, this was a good thing for the Netherworld powerhouses; with the addition of the Haotu Shijie and Yongye crowd, their pressure was obviously much smaller.

But the Netherworld powerhouses found they simply couldn't understand anything.

This sudden burst of power from the Haotu Shijie and Yongye crowd left them full of doubt.

It's strange that the battle is becoming more and more puzzling as it goes on.

"Fellow Daoist, where did you just go................"

A Netherworld Saint, watching Zhao Zhengping rush into the battlefield and join forces with himself to fight the enemy, asked with a puzzled expression.

Looking at Zhao Zhengping's appearance, he was indeed full of doubts, his head filled with question marks.

As for that, Zhao Zhengping, while exchanging blows, wielding his longsword and fighting the Human Emperor Palace Saint opposite him to an indecisive degree, casually replied.

"I went to the outhouse."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, the Netherworld powerhouse's face darkened, as if saying, "You expect me to believe that?"

Can you be any more perfunctory? In the middle of a battle, you go to the outhouse? And besides, up there in the Wújìn Xīnghǎi, where would an outhouse come from for you to use?

Looking at Zhao Zhengping with a resentful expression, I happened to see the oil stain at the corner of his mouth; the Supreme Ultimate he just rushed back from, Zhao Zhengping also forgot to wipe the oil stain from the corner of his mouth.

Just then, that Netherworld Saint got a clear look, and his face darkened even further.

Youyou said a line.

"Fellow Daoist, did you go to the outhouse to eat?"

"There's still oil stain hanging at the corner of your mouth, and you tell me you went to the outhouse?"