Chapter 1782: You Can Rest Assured About This

The Fifth Elder felt that these little brats from the Netherworld Palace had no right to eat Ye Zhangqing's food, and they didn't even need to wait in line.

They're just a few ordinary disciples, not even core disciples—do you really think the Guo Family would make even their lineage disciples wait in line just to get a bite of this meal?

He didn't make any complicated dishes—just a few simple ones, but he prepared a lot of them.

He set aside some portions specifically for the Fifth Elder, and then Ye Zhangqing simply used the stone table in the Yuàn zhōng as a dining table.

He invited those few Netherworld Palace disciples to sit down, and Ye Zhangqing specially took out a jar of fine wine, which naturally came from Hong Zun.

Ye Zhangqing usually doesn't have a drinking habit—drinking alone is boring—so he had kept that wine stored in his Space Ring all along.

He poured a cup for each of them, Ye Zhangqing raised his cup, about to speak, when the Fifth Elder appeared at the table out of nowhere.

"Pour me a cup too."

"Huh???"

"Greetings, senior."

The Fifth Elder appeared, and the few Netherworld Palace disciples who had originally been expressionless, even with a hint of arrogance in their eyes, hastily rose to salute him.

In front of Ye Zhangqing they had the capital to be arrogant, but before the Fifth Elder they had absolutely no such qualification.

Faced with their respectful salute, the Fifth Elder expressionlessly nodded, then turned his head to look at Ye Zhangqing and immediately broke into a grin.

"Give me a cup too."

"Huh??? Old geezer, you've got two faces."

Seeing his cold expression toward them, but the instant he glanced at Ye Zhangqing his mouth split open like a lotus flower, and the few Netherworld Palace disciples couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

But they didn't dare say anything more about it.

They were just ordinary disciples of the Netherworld Palace—speaking bluntly, even if the Fifth Elder killed them on the spot.

At most the Guo Family would compensate a few spirit crystals, the matter would be over, and the Netherworld Palace would absolutely not fall out with the Guo Family over these few people.

Seeing the Fifth Elder suddenly appear with a smiling face, Ye Zhangqing looked puzzled.

Wasn't the food already given to him? Why did he come back?

Nevertheless, he poured a cup of fine wine for the Fifth Elder as requested, and the Fifth Elder, without ceremony, plopped down at the stone table, adopting the posture of eating together with the others.

"Come, have a drink first."

This time, when the Fifth Elder raised his cup, the few Netherworld Palace disciples hurriedly lifted their own cups, faces full of reverent fear.

After downing the cup, the Fifth Elder got straight to the point.

"This meal isn't about anything else—Luo Jiuyou is little friend Ye's brother from the lower realm, and little friend Ye is a honored guest of my Guo Family. When you return to the Netherworld Palace, look after him well, understood?"

"Understood, understood."

"Since you've spoken, senior, we juniors will naturally do our utmost."

Hearing this, the few Netherworld Palace disciples nodded repeatedly.

But how sincere they really are is uncertain; on the surface they dare not defy the Fifth Elder, yet once back in the Netherworld Palace, whether they act or not is up to them.

Although the Fifth Elder is strong and high-ranking, he is not an elder of the Netherworld Palace.

Could it be that he could simply storm the Netherworld Palace and kill them?

Seeing them nod, the Fifth Elder also gave a slight nod, and Ye Zhangqing, from the side, timely interjected.

"Then thank you, everyone, elder brothers—please try the dishes while they're hot, or they won't taste good."

Ye Zhangqing gestured for them to eat, the Fifth Elder voluntarily appeared to keep him company, Ye Zhangqing knew it was goodwill and felt grateful, but to make these people willingly do the work, they still needed this table of food.

Upon hearing that, the few Netherworld Palace disciples nodded, but didn't move—instead they turned their gazes to the Fifth Elder.

With the Fifth Elder present, if he doesn't move his chopsticks, how dare they start first?

Faced with the disciples' gazes, the Fifth Elder spoke irritably.

"What are you looking at me for? Eat."

"Yes."

Hearing that, they finally lowered their heads and began to eat.

Just one bite, and the few of them were astonished—the flavor of the dishes left them stunned on the spot.

Seeing that, neither the Fifth Elder nor Ye Zhangqing spoke to disturb them.

Soon after, the few of them swept the table clean like a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

During the meal, Ye Zhangqing didn't eat, and the Fifth Elder didn't eat either.

He had come just to back up Ye Zhangqing, and besides, he still had a meal in his room—weighing the priorities, after living this long, he naturally knew what mattered.

After the few Netherworld Palace disciples finished eating, the Fifth Elder then said with a half-smile.

"How is it? The food's taste is all right, huh?"

"Delicious, delicious."

"We disciples have never eaten food this delicious."

Seeing them sincerely unable to stop nodding and praising, the Fifth Elder laughed.

"Then about what I said earlier..................."

Before the Fifth Elder could finish, they hurriedly declared their stance.

"Senior, rest assured."

Speaking, their gazes still turned to Ye Zhangqing—this whole table of food was made by Ye Zhangqing, unexpectedly so delicious, the flavor completely won them over.

This time, when they spoke again, it was no longer out of fear of the Fifth Elder, but because they were truly conquered by Ye Zhangqing's cooking skill.

If they could ever have a chance to eat such deliciousness again in the future, how happy they would be.

So, the few Netherworld Palace disciples are no longer pledging to the Fifth Elder, but speaking directly to Ye Zhangqing.

"Fellow Daoist Zhangqing, rest assured, we will take care of this."

"Exactly, exactly, when we return to the palace, we will absolutely not let Luo Jiuyou face any danger again."

What Luo Jiuyou? That's Luo Shidi.

Exactly, I see that this Luo Shidi is naturally suited to the techniques of my Netherworld Palace; he should have long ago joined my Netherworld Palace and become our close junior martial brother.

Right, right, right, when we go back I'll recommend him to the Steward.

Besides, those few bastards who harmed our fellow disciples deserve death ten thousand times over; in my opinion, we should just strike directly and kill them.

I agree.

When we go back, just find a chance to cripple them.

The initial stance of several disciples was still normal—nothing more than absolutely not letting Luo Jiuyou face any danger, and surely taking good care of him.

But the more they spoke, the more outrageous it became; by the end, it was no longer about protecting Luo Jiuyou, but directly wanting to kill those few Xia Jie Heavenly Pride who had moved against Luo Jiuyou.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched, and he spoke with a grateful expression.

Thank you, all Shī xiōng, but this matter of revenge should be left to Luo himself; after all, he had already stated it clearly before.

Ye Zhangqing still knew Luo Jiuyou's character.

Even his own offer to help was refused, let alone those few disciples of the Netherworld Palace; Luo Jiuyou absolutely despises using others' hands to take revenge.

So Ye Zhangqing also politely refused them, merely hoping for an extra safeguard—at least to ensure Luo Jiuyou wouldn't be in mortal danger; that would be enough.

As for whether he can finally take revenge, let him settle it himself, so that in the future this guy won't keep holding a grudge in his heart.