Chapter 1758: Old man, I will definitely eat this meal

Watching himself being shoved farther and farther by the crowd, the Grand Elder was utterly furious.

His eyes reddened, and he shouted angrily.

"Don't push, I've been waiting in line, I haven't gotten to eat yet."

"Let me through."

But facing the Grand Elder's angry shout, the crowd showed no intention of yielding; each person held a large bowl, busy eating, and nobody had the leisure to pay him any heed.

The line showed no sign of stopping, and the Grand Elder's shout was completely useless.

Seeing the crowd completely ignore his intentions, the Grand Elder at that moment was like a lone leaf adrift in a vast ocean.

And the sea at that moment was still raging with towering waves; no matter how he shouted, it was of no avail.

Thinking of how he had honestly and patiently waited in line for so long, now he couldn't even get a bite of rice—not even a single damn grain.

He stepped back slightly, then inexplicably got swept into the crowd and moved toward the exit.

Watching helplessly as the table laden with food moved farther and farther away, the Grand Elder became utterly frantic.

In his panic, his mind went blank; the nonsense rules the crowd had mentioned were naturally forgotten, and he immediately burst forth with his own Línglì, hoping to blast through the crowd and go against the flow.

The terrifying aura that suddenly erupted from the Grand Elder indeed initially shook the surrounding crowd, sending them sprawling.

Unconsciously shaken back, before the Grand Elder could even feel relief, a suddenly more terrifying pressure descended from the sky, instantly enveloping him.

The aura the Grand Elder had just unleashed was instantly snuffed out by that pressure.

Under the pressure's suppression, the Grand Elder's face turned ashen to the extreme; the immense force made his legs buckle, and he collapsed to his knees.

His chest surged with qi and blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His eyes filled with shock, blood streaming from his mouth, the Grand Elder whispered in astonishment.

"Third Ancestor..............."

This pressure descending from the heavens was no stranger to the Grand Elder; it came precisely from the Third Ancestor.

Who would have thought the Third Ancestor had set up a seal in the courtyard?

As for the surrounding clansmen, they reacted as if it were nothing unusual, clearly having known about it all along.

Moreover, many looked on with a hint of doubt and admiration.

It felt as if they were saying, "Grand Elder, you're truly brave, daring to violate the rules of Island No. 78."

With so many people honestly lining up, not a single one dared to use their Línglì the whole time—what do you think the reason is?

At first, naturally some people, like the Grand Elder, were driven to desperation and immediately employed their own Línglì.

But the next second, they were instantly subdued by the Third Ancestor's seal and also suffered quite a bit.

After seeing that, the others naturally became obedient; nobody dared to act out again.

Who would have thought another fearless soul would show up now?

"How come we never noticed the Grand Elder was this brave before?"

Some clansmen even couldn't help whispering their discussion.

"He must be driven mad by hunger."

"Isn't the Grand Elder usually the one who values rules the most?"

"With such delicious food before us, who could possibly resist?"

Although the clansmen's discussion was quiet, it was impossible for it to escape the Grand Elder's ears; he heard every word clearly.

Gritting his teeth, the pressure falling from the heavens made it hard for the Grand Elder to breathe, let alone speak.

Unable to retort, in his heart the Grand Elder had already been cursing furiously.

"Nonsense, what kind of person do you think I am? I, the upright Chief of the Law Enforcement Hall, suspect there's something fishy about this food, which is why I wanted to taste it myself—what damned nonsense about not being able to hold back.................."

But these thoughts, outsiders naturally would not know.

Meanwhile, in the sky, as the pressure appeared, a heaven‑spanning, earth‑penetrating phantom of the Third Ancestor also slowly materialized.

Upon seeing that phantom appear, the surrounding people all showed a hint of pity; the Grand Elder was now in dire straits.

Even the ever‑busy Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but raise his head to glance at where the Grand Elder was.

He didn't know the Grand Elder, but he also knew what the appearance of that phantom signified.

It's just strange—how could anyone still dare to break the rules? That is the Guo Family's ancient ancestor!

Ye Zhangqing also learned the Third Ancestor's identity, and he wasn't overly surprised, having already speculated about it.

Gazing at that heaven‑spanning, earth‑penetrating phantom, the Grand Elder was utterly stunned.

Unfortunately, that phantom gave him no chance; under everyone's gaze, it raised its sky‑covering palm and dealt a fierce slap, sending the Grand Elder flying.

With a line of blood tracing the sky, the Grand Elder soon vanished from sight.

Many clansmen shook their heads with pity, saying, "What's the point? You've already lined up in the courtyard—just follow the rules. Why make a scene? Now you've been slapped away by the Third Ancestor."

Although that slap wasn't fatal, injury was unavoidable; even with the Grand Elder's cultivation, he couldn't escape it.

As expected, that very night the Grand Elder was carried back by two stewards of the Law Enforcement Hall.

When the two stewards found the Grand Elder, he was covered in blood, a miserable sight.

They took him back to his Dong Fu and immediately summoned the clan's Pill Master to treat him.

After examining the Grand Elder's wounds, the clansmen said they were serious but had not damaged his foundation; a few days of rest would suffice.

The Third Ancestor's strike was naturally measured; it certainly wouldn't have sent a family member flying.

Still, though not crippling, he would definitely have to endure some hardship; otherwise he wouldn't learn his lesson.

After feeding the Grand Elder medicinal pills and confirming there was no danger, that clan Pill Master then departed.

And only then did the two Law Enforcement Hall stewards relax.

Having thought he was injured and should rest for a few days, the next morning the Grand Elder stubbornly insisted on getting up, ignoring the steward's advice.

"Grand Elder, you're wounded; the Second Elder came by yesterday and said you need to rest a few days."

"No, this is too much; this old man insists on eating that meal—I want to see just what magic it actually has."

"Huh???"

"Even after all this, he still wants to eat? Seeing the heavily injured Grand Elder still intending to go to Island 78 to eat, this steward was left stunned."

"Even so, Grand Elder, we should rest a bit; there's no need to push ourselves so hard."

"But the Grand Elder couldn't care less about those things; thinking back to yesterday's ordeal, his heart filled with unwillingness."

"Why, why can't he even get that meal? Not only did he fail to eat it, but he was also slapped by the three clans and left heavily injured."

"What did he do? Damn it, did he not even line up properly? He must eat that meal today—no one can stop him."