Chapter 1754

The Third Ancestor spent his whole life doing as he pleased; when he was young, he wandered the Immortal Realm, visited the Lower Realm, and owed many romantic debts.

However, he never truly fell in love with any woman, and he had no offspring his whole life.

As for taking disciples, the Third Ancestor had never even considered it, at least up to now.

After all, although the Third Ancestor has lived many years, his cultivation level is still quite young, so there's no need to worry about these things.

Therefore, even when younger clan members wanted to become his disciples, the Third Ancestor never agreed, refusing countless people.

Those clan juniors, each with talent far surpassing Ye Zhangqing's, the Third Ancestor never even gave them a proper look.

After all, he had seen too many talented young people, and had long since become numb to them.

Now, after finally meeting someone who stirred his heart, it turns out to be just a soy-sauce guy who lies around all day.

The old man had hinted so obviously, yet Ye Zhangqing showed not the slightest reaction.

Are we supposed to have him voluntarily say whether he wants to become my disciple? Does the old man have no shame?

Moreover, given the Third Ancestor's understanding of Ye Zhangqing, even if he asked directly, this brat would most likely refuse.

Because this little brat's mind isn't on cultivation at all.

Watching Ye Zhangqing continue to lie around, the Third Ancestor grit his teeth in secret, let out a cold snort, washed the dishes himself, and left full of resentment.

As he was leaving, he still cursed viciously in his heart.

"Just lie there and die, you little bastard; I won't care about you anymore."

"Senior, take your leave slowly."

"Hmph."

Even when Ye Zhangqing took the initiative to greet him, the Third Ancestor merely gave a cold snort, didn't answer at all, and disappeared into Yuàn zhōng without looking back.

Watching the Third Ancestor leave, Ye Zhangqing also felt helpless, unable to explain himself.

Now that there's a system, do I really have to stubbornly follow the usual step-by-step cultivation? That would be brainless.

The Third Ancestor had some misunderstandings about me, but I didn't know how to explain it to him, so Ye Zhangqing could only shake his head and stop thinking about it.

After the Third Ancestor left, the more than thirty Guo family servants in the courtyard also clearly relaxed, even the sounds of eating grew louder.

After those thirty-plus people finished eating, Ye Zhangqing called out to stop them.

Just like the two from yesterday, as long as they could bring more people, regardless of gender or cultivation, they could earn an extra bowl of rice.

Naturally, those thirty-plus people nodded in agreement without hesitation; such a good thing landing on their heads, any hesitation even for a second would be disrespect to the food.

Besides that, Ye Zhangqing told those thirty-plus people that from today onward, there is no such thing as time.

Every day, in the twelve Shíchén, meals are provided in my small courtyard, and one can come eat at any time.

However, each person may only eat one bowl per day.

In order to raise his cultivation as quickly as possible, Ye Zhangqing went all out, no longer caring about meal times.

Anyway, it's just about frantically harvesting Good Review Points.

In response, those thirty-plus Guo family servants all nodded in agreement, each patting their chest to promise Ye Zhangqing that they would take care of everything.

After those thirty-plus people left, Ye Zhangqing looked at the food; there was still plenty left, after all, not many people had come.

With nothing to do, Ye Zhangqing took out ingredients and began some preparatory work.

Anticipating that things would get busy later, he washed and chopped vegetables in advance to make things easier afterward.

Having to do everything himself, Ye Zhangqing missed Xu Jie and the others; if Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, and the rest were here, there'd be no need for him to do these chores—several people would have finished them long ago.

Just as Ye Zhangqing was leisurely handling the ingredients, a voice came from the courtyard gate asking.

"May I ask if one can eat here?"

"Yes, serve yourself, each person limited to one bowl, and wash your own bowl after eating."

"Okay."

Again, several Guo family servants walked into the courtyard; obviously they already knew these rules.

They helped themselves to rice and ate it in the courtyard; as for the result, it was the same as everyone else who had eaten Ye Zhangqing's food.

One bite and they couldn't stop.

A big bowl of food was devoured in a few bites by several people, leaving the bowl licked clean and shining.

Though they were still unsatisfied, Ye Zhangqing had the rule that each person could only eat one bowl, and they didn't break it.

But they proactively asked Ye Zhangqing.

"Young Master Ye, if we can also introduce others to come eat, can we also get an extra bowl of rice?"

"Sure, as long as you reach the required number."

"Thank you, Young Master Ye."

Having received Ye Zhangqing's affirmative reply, they immediately performed an excited salute, washed their bowls, and then hurried away.

Three days passed in a flash; during these three days, the Guo family was completely calm, no different from before.

The only thing was that the previously almost deserted Seventy-Eighth Lane, located at the edge of the clan, had become crowded since yesterday.

Whether day or night, the entire small island was packed with people standing.

At that moment, the Grand Elder in charge of the clan's Law Enforcement Hall, hearing the subordinates' report, furrowed his brow and said.

"Seventy-Eighth Island? I recall no one lives there, and there's nothing on it—how could it be overcrowded?"

"Really, some clan juniors couldn't find space and ended up standing on the waves."

"Exaggerated, they even stood on the waves."

Hearing this, the Grand Elder's face instantly darkened, and he angrily shouted.

"An island with nothing on it, yet they can stand on the waves?"

After being shouted at, the steward looked aggrieved; he hadn't lied—he had just gone to see it himself.

That Seventy-Eighth Island was indeed packed shoulder to shoulder, with no place to set foot, and many clan members had truly ended up standing on the waves.

He looked at the Grand Elder with a resentful expression; the shout died down, the Grand Elder stood up, and he said displeasedly.

「A deserted island with nothing, why are so many people crowding there? I will personally go take a look。」

Obviously he didn't believe it; hearing this, the steward also did not try to stop him, since it couldn't be helped, he might as well go see for himself, to see whether so many people had actually stood on the waves.

Soon, the Grand Elder brought the Law Enforcement Hall Steward to Island 78, and from afar he saw that on the small island there was indeed a dark, crowded mass.

As far as the eye could see, there were only heads, people packed together with no gap at all.

And on the water surrounding the small island, it was also filled with people, truly standing on the waves.

Seeing this with his own eyes, the Grand Elder's brows knit tightly together—what situation is this? They really are standing on the waves.

Could it be that Island 78 has grown some kind of immortal herb?