Chapter 171

Jinhai Yingdi, the Crab King was quickly divided up, to be steamed if it called for steaming, stir-fried if it called for stir-frying.

The aroma quickly spread throughout the camp, and in an instant many disciples were salivating, their mouths watering.

But for this meal, Hong Zun had already spoken in advance, first providing it to the Inner Sect and the Inner Disciples to eat.

After all, they had already gone through successive major battles in the East Sea; it was only right to let them enjoy a good meal.

As for the Outer Sect and Menial Disciples, they could only wait until they had eaten, see if anything remained, and then decide.

Anyway, Ye Zhangqing still prepared it according to the portion for five thousand people; that crab king was about enough for five thousand.

Actually, after these past few months, the rules of the Divine Sword Peak kitchen have already become quite complete.

For instance, the competition for slots, how much each person eats per meal, what size bowl to use—these are all stipulated, all established by Hong Zun, so Ye Zhangqing doesn't need to worry at all.

Each person's meal portion is fixed; otherwise, given these disciples' appetites, letting them eat freely would likely descend into chaos.

But this meal, the Inner Sect disciples and core disciples ate without restraint, which naturally made them extremely excited.

Being able to eat freely—back then, this would only have been a dream.

Meanwhile, the Outer Sect disciples and Menial Disciples felt extremely resentful.

As Fàn diǎn arrived, the Inner Sect disciples entered the kitchen one by one with beaming smiles, their movements calm and graceful.

Anyway, there was no need to scramble today; as they walked by, seeing the Outer Sect and Menial Disciples crowding outside the kitchen, these Inner Sect disciples still wore smug smiles and lectured them a couple of times.

"Junior brothers, don't be disheartened; the future after all belongs to you youngsters. When you have the strength to fight for the sect, this meal will naturally be yours as well."

"Yes, once the Shī xiōng have all become Stewards and Elders, the food in this kitchen will still be yours to eat."

"Diligently Xiūliàn, Shī xiōng believe in you; one day you'll also be able to do this."

Hearing these Inner Sect Shī xiōng's words, the crowd of Outer Sect and Menial Disciples were furious—their teeth practically itching. Damn it, they'd just eaten, yet they still had to come show off in front of them.

How can a person be so despicable? And they are fellow sect brothers.

"Alright, I'm not saying more; senior brother is going to eat first. Haha, I heard we're eating the Demon King today—the flavor is definitely good."

Amid the gnashing teeth of the many Outer Sect and Menial Disciples, these Inner Sect disciples only then staggered into the kitchen.

Without the scramble, everything could proceed calmly and orderly, with some disciples even unable to refrain from sighing.

"This is the proper way to begin a meal."

The two crab kings had been prepared; under the accompaniment of Hong Zun, Qing Shi, Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Xu Jie, and others, he looked at the Inner Door Disciples in the courtyard and spoke with a smile.

This battle, you did not disappoint this seat; you displayed the might of my Divine Sword Peak. Therefore, today, this meal is specially to reward you all. Eat freely, and I also hope that you will continue to train diligently in the future, cannot...

Want to say a few words of praise, but can you eat at Divine Sword Peak without fighting over it?

Before the words were finished, Chen Mu and a few others had already started to grab.

As the top Inner Door Disciple, Chen Mu grabbed a crab claw in one hand, took a bite, and green light flared in his eyes.

Delicious, worthy of being a Demon King, good...

You stole a bite.

Wait for me a moment.

I'll come too.

Damn, put down my crab leg.

The kitchen courtyard instantly turned into chaos; seeing this, Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie, and others also rushed up, joking that if they were any slower there'd be nothing left.

Hong Zun and Qing Shi were the same, cursing as they joined the food-snatching line.

You bunch of little brats, do you still have this Peak Master in your eyes?.......... Kid, it's you I'm talking about, put down the crab claw for me.

Chen Mu had already snatched a crab claw; watching the last crab claw being taken by an Inner Door Disciple, Hong Zun completely lost his composure.

Instantly furious, he shouted angrily; hearing this, that Inner Door Disciple hesitated not at all, directly licking that crab claw from head to tail.

Peak Master, do you still want some?

Immediately, he gave Hong Zun a cute look, while Hong Zun's mouth twitched, 'You're saying I still want some? Damn it, definitely intentional.'

However, before Hong Zun could reply, Xu Jie beside him spoke up.

I want.

Upon hearing that, Hong Zun and that Inner Door Disciple were stunned, 'Holy shit, your taste is that heavy?'

However, seeing Xu Jie already lunging forward, that Inner Door Disciple was also a tough guy, taking a fierce bite.

It was still fierce competition.

Put simply, before, because each person could only eat one bowl of rice, everyone restrained themselves.

But this time, Hong Zun had already said to eat freely, so the crowd naturally wouldn't be polite.

Outside, the Outer Sect and Menial Disciples waiting to eat the leftover scraps, upon seeing this scene, instantly wilted like frost-bitten eggplants, their spirits drooping.

Don't look, it's gone.

I also think it's gone; one Demon King is nowhere near enough for them to eat.

I was still thinking about eating some crab shells.

Eat shit, look at the ground—any scraps left? I seriously doubt these guys could even lick the pot clean.

Let's go, let's go—out of sight, out of mind.

For five thousand people, even if you really let loose, there absolutely wouldn't be any left.

Some left, but others didn't believe it and stayed behind; maybe a miracle would happen.

But in the end, facts proved there was no miracle; after the meal, the Inner Sect Shī xiōng ate to their heart's content, and the kitchen floor was practically cleaner than if a dog had licked it.

Wanting to eat the leftovers, the facts told the disciples outside that they were thinking too much.

As usual, they chatted a while; in the evening, Hong Zun arranged the disciples to take turns monitoring any movement of the aquatic tribe at the formation entrance.

Although usually there's no proper conduct, Hong Zun still knows what's important; this matter of the aquatic tribe cannot be joked about.

As for the rest, we'll wait until Zhang Tianzhen and the others arrive to talk about it.

Speaking of Zhāng Tiānzhèn, Hong Zun complained irritably.

This old thing, I reckon when he returns this time, he'll again demand quite a few benefits from his Shī xiōng.

In my opinion, he should have been kicked out last time; over these years he's gotten so many benefits from the Dao Yi Sect, yet he's still insatiably greedy.

Hearing that, Qing Shi at the side laughed and replied.

After all, he's a ninth-rank Formation Master; the price is naturally set like that.

Bullshit..................

Listening to Hong Zun and the others' conversation, Ye Zhangqing curiously asked Zhao Zhengping and the others.

Shī xiōng, what kind of person is Zhāng Tiānzhèn? The Peak Master doesn't seem to like him much.

Hong Zun indeed dislikes him; hearing that, Zhao Zhengping also did not hide anything and replied truthfully.

Zhāng Tiānzhèn is the Peak Master of Myriad Formations Peak, the sole ninth-rank Formation Master in the Sect; Shīzūn indeed dislikes him, but it's not due to grudges—put bluntly, it's just a factional issue.

This was never a secret; Ye Zhangqing was curious, so Zhao Zhengping also told him the truth.