Chapter 1700: There's nothing a meal can't fix

Watching the two people who were literally fighting with their lives, Ye Zhangqing didn't know for a moment whether he should intervene.

Just as Ye Zhangqing hesitated, Ah Cheng and the youth opposite him shouted angrily at the same time.

"Die!"

Instantly, Ah Cheng's fist hit the opposite youth, and the youth likewise struck Ah Cheng's chest with a palm.

Their attacks hit each other at the same time, and they both flew backward, spitting blood.

It was clearly a lose-lose outcome where both were injured.

After flying back several hundred meters and barely stabilizing their stance, they ignored their own injuries and unsteady breath.

They didn't even have time to catch their breath; their first reaction was to attack each other again.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing didn't think twice, flashed his body to stand between them, and said.

"Stop."

Huh???

Faced with the sudden appearance of Ye Zhangqing, both were obviously taken aback, but they also stopped their movements.

Ah Cheng asked suspiciously.

"Ye Zhangqing, what are you doing?"

"Who are you?"

The opposite youth had the same expression as Ah Cheng, but he was more curious about Ye Zhangqing's identity—where did this guy come from? I've never seen him before.

Besides Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, and the other fellow disciples who were with Ye Zhangqing, Ah Cheng wondered where all these unfamiliar faces had suddenly come from.

Seeing that the two were somewhat receptive to persuasion, Ye Zhangqing finally relaxed and said.

"Isn't it unnecessary for you to go to such extremes? Why not sit down and talk?"

"What's there to talk about? I have nothing to discuss with him—today either he dies or I do."

"Are you scared?"

Hearing that, the opposite youth spoke without thinking, and Ah Cheng, unwilling to be outdone, showed no fear whatsoever.

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Ye Zhangqing quickly said.

"What deep hatred do you have that you must fight to the death?"

"Hmph, this guy is asking for death."

"Could I have been wrong?"

"How could you scheme against me behind my back?"

"Don't you admit you're a midget?"

As they exchanged words back and forth, Ye Zhangqing gradually came to understand the whole story.

It's simple: over twenty years ago, Ah Cheng and his brothers called the opposite youth a midget.

Somehow that remark reached the opposite youth, and from then on the two sides became mortal enemies.

Every few days they would have a fight.

Upon learning the full story, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but twitch his mouth wildly—was it really just because of this?

Moreover, upon glancing at the opposite youth, it seemed Ah Cheng wasn't wrong—this guy is only about 1.5 meters tall, indeed quite short.

But seeing that they were talking and yet about to fight again, Ye Zhangqing could only earnestly advise.

He proposed that everyone first calm down, then sit down and talk.

Under Ye Zhangqing's reasoned and emotional persuasion, the two finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.

As the respective leaders stopped fighting, the subordinates naturally followed orders and ceased their actions.

However, that fierce battle had already left many people with various injuries.

After scanning the battlefield and seeing everyone covered in blood, Ye Zhangqing wordlessly shook his head.

To let both sides temporarily calm down, Ye Zhangqing then went with Ah Cheng and the opposite youth to Ah Cheng's tree hollow.

Inside the tree hollow, the three sat on the ground. Ye Zhangqing said a lot, summing up that it wasn't a big deal—was it worth risking so many lives over a single remark?

But after speaking for a long time, it was clear they hadn't listened.

After Ye Zhangqing finished speaking, the opposite youth stared blankly at Ah Cheng and said.

"Ending this is simple—let him apologize by committing suicide, and I'll consider the matter settled."

Huh???

As soon as those words were spoken, Ye Zhangqing was stunned—you just said one sentence and you want him to apologize by killing himself?

Ah Cheng, without the slightest hesitation, immediately snorted coldly and said.

"Hmph, killing you would yield the same result."

"Then come on—who's afraid of whom?"

"Bring it on."

After just a few words, the two were about to fight again; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing hurriedly stepped in between them to persuade once more.

These guys grew up in the Land of Exile since childhood; although they have cultivation techniques passed down, they can also learn about the outside world through some books.

Moreover, seniors have taught them to read and speak, but they are still lacking in other aspects—this cannot be changed.

Put simply, they're like frogs at the bottom of a well.

They have personality flaws and limited cognition; otherwise they wouldn't do such things.

Seeing that simple reasoning wasn't working, the opposite youth insisted Ah Cheng apologize by suicide, while Ah Cheng was certainly unwilling and looked ready to kill the other.

Unable to make himself understood, Ye Zhangqing finally could only propose.

"How about we eat while we talk?"

"Eat?"

Upon hearing that, A Cheng and the other person both looked at Ye Zhangqing with doubtful expressions, as if they didn't know what 'eating a meal' meant.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing also couldn't be bothered to explain; he merely let the two temporarily hold back a moment, not to move, and wait for him a moment.

Immediately, Ye Zhangqing simply took out various utensils from his Space Ring in the tree hollow and began to busy himself.

As a professional spirit chef, Ye Zhangqing naturally carried various cooking utensils on his person.

He could prepare delicious food anytime, anywhere.

And watching Ye Zhangqing's actions, A Cheng and the other person's eyes were filled with curiosity.

They truly didn't know what 'eating a meal' meant; when they were young, the older brothers would just casually pick some leaves from this Mayfly Space Island and give them to eat.

Later, after they gained cultivation, they didn't even need to eat anything, so from childhood onward they never knew what 'eating a meal' meant.

Anyway, when hungry they'd just eat the leaves on the Mayfly Space Island; once grown up they wouldn't get hungry, and that's how they thought.

As for the concept of eating a meal or drinking alcohol, they simply didn't understand.

Noticing the two's curious gazes, Ye Zhangqing also couldn't be bothered to explain; they'd understand once he made it.

Anyway, in his place, there's nothing that a meal can't solve.

The meal for three people, Ye Zhangqing prepared quickly, not taking much time.

Meanwhile, on the Mayfly Space Island outside the tree hollow, both sides, though temporarily ceased fighting, still stared at each other tigerishly, poised to resume battle at any moment.

Regarding this, Xu Jie and the others were speechless, only able to wait on the sidelines and act as circumstances dictated.

The atmosphere was a bit strange, but just then Xu Jie suddenly twitched his nose, a familiar scent wafting into his nostrils.

Immediately, Xu Jie asked doubtfully.

「How did I smell the aroma of food? 」

「I smelled it too; this is Junior Brother Zhangqing's skill. 」

「Could I have smelled wrong? How could there be the aroma of Junior Brother Zhangqing's food here? 」