Chapter 200: Where's my meat?

Qing Shi's words were not trivial; in an instant, many disciples, demonic cultivators, ordinary Human Race people, and loose cultivators all turned their gazes toward Hong Zun.

Especially those ordinary people and loose cultivators, at this moment their expressions became extremely complex, full of wariness as they said.

"Do the people of the Dao Yi Sect know these demonic cultivators?"

"I don't know; it probably isn't the case. No matter how you say it, the Dao Yi Sect is the leader of the orthodox path in Dongzhou—how could it fall to associating with demonic cultivators?"

"The Dao Yi Sect definitely wouldn't, but you can't guarantee that an individual isn't on good terms with demonic cultivators. Didn't you hear what was just said? This old man accepted something from those demonic cultivators."

"Yeah, if they didn't know each other, how could he have accepted something? Why would demonic cultivators give things away for no reason?"

"Besides, what was sent was an bewitching drug—a standard demonic path tactic."

"They came seeking protection from the Dao Yi Sect, but now it seems the sect's people know the demonic cultivators—this is troublesome."

The discussion voices were very low, but with Hong Zun's cultivation, he naturally heard them clearly.

His face flushed alternating between green and purple as he turned his head and glared angrily at Qing Shi.

"What the hell are you spouting? I don't know him."

"That's not right; last time you yourself said those bewitching drugs were from the Happy Buddha..."

"Old bastard, do you really want to die?"

"Heh heh, fine, fine, not saying it—doesn't that work?"

"This old bastard insulted my purity; if the situation weren't unsuitable right now, I'd give him a sword strike one way or another, making him talk nonsense all day."

Angrily withdrawing his gaze, but upon taking a closer look, the flood dragon meat that had been in his bowl was gone, leaving only a bald mound of rice.

"Where's my meat?"

In an instant, Hong Zun's eyes nearly burst; he turned his head, glanced, and immediately locked onto Zhang Tianzhen.

All that could be seen was that old bastard's bowl piled high with pointed flood dragon meat.

"You old immortal, stealing my Dragon King meat? How can this be tolerated?"

"Peasant, return the meat to me."

"What meat? This is mine."

"Nonsense, it's clearly you who stole it from my bowl."

"You can't just spout that, junior brother—how do you prove this meat is from your bowl? Shout at it; will it answer you?"

"Forced arguments, baseless talk—don't shame yourself."

Looking at Zhang Tianzhen's confident demeanor, Hong Zun countered.

"Then you shout at it—will it answer you?"

"Still not convinced—this stir-fried dragon meat, pickled pepper dragon medley, dragon bone soup—could it even reply to you?"

But who would have thought, upon hearing this, Zhang Tianzhen directly laughed and said.

"Fine, then listen well, dragon meat."

"Hey."

"Are you the ones in my bowl?"

"Yes."

"Self-question and self-answer? Watching Zhang Tianzhen's antics, Hong Zun was stunned—damn, you really have no shame?"

His teeth gritting with a creaking sound, he felt an urge to draw his sword, but before Hong Zun could speak, the Happy Buddha nearby already shouted angrily.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Only then did one see the Happy Buddha's face already sunk to the extreme; from the start, these old guys never regarded him at all—was it as if he didn't exist?

"Besides, can you guys be a bit more professional? Put down your bowls and chopsticks first—we're demonic cultivators, not courtesans singing; do we really need to put on a show to stimulate your appetites?"

However, the Happy Buddha's loud roar directly ignited Hong Zun's anger completely.

He glared viciously at Zhang Tianzhen.

"Peasant, you wait for me."

Immediately turning his head to look at the Happy Buddha, the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

In Hong Zun's view, the cause and effect of the matter should be as follows.

Because the Happy Buddha's demonic cultivators came to the Jinhai Yingdi, he therefore appeared here.

Because he appeared here, Qing Shi then said those words.

Because Qing Shi said those words, he therefore turned his head and glared angrily.

Because he turned his head and glared angrily, the Dragon King meat was therefore stolen by Zhang Tianzhen.

Following this causal sequence, simply put, because the Happy Buddha appeared, it led to his Hong Zun's Dragon King meat being stolen.

Looking at it this way, the matter becomes very clear, the culprit found—so the Happy Buddha can just go die.

With a bang, the large bowl in his hand was smashed fiercely to the ground; the meatless rice, Hong Zun would not deign to eat.

The wine sword was drawn, and a terrifying sword intent shot up into the sky.

Sensing Hong Zun's change, the originally angry Happy Buddha froze.

He understood Hong Zun, after all, having been chased tens of thousands of li, barely escaping, and even now the arm that Hong Zun severed still faintly ached, even though it had recovered.

Deep down, the Happy Buddha was extremely wary of this person, Hong Zun.

"Flower monk, do you know what you've done?"

"Huh???"

"What we ate today was Dragon King meat—there's only one Dragon King in the entire East Sea; do you know how precious it is?"

"Huh???"

"It's you, it's you who made me unable to eat the Dragon King meat—do you think you deserve to die?"

Step by step he walked toward the Happy Buddha, with each step his surrounding sword intent rising a notch.

The sword intent grew ever more terrifying, yet Happy Buddha didn't understand a word of what Hong Zun said.

He recognized each character, but combined they left him feeling a bit dazed.

No, your dragon king meat was clearly stolen by him, it has nothing to do with me................

Shut up, if it weren't for you suddenly showing up here and distracting me, how could that bastard have stolen my meat?

All said and done, it's because you came to Jinhai Yingdi that this chain of events happened, so........... go die.

He swung a sword, the terrifying blade slicing through; facing Hong Zun's attack, Happy Buddha's expression changed drastically, and he hastily deployed a defensive spell.

A peach‑red Línglì barrier appeared before him, colliding fiercely with the blade; though it successfully blocked Hong Zun's strike, the next second Hong Zun appeared before him and thrust another sword.

Watching their boss and Hong Zun go all out, the surrounding Demonic Cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, wondering whether they should fight or what to say.

With so many people from the Dao Yi Sect, they surely can't win, right?

Just as they were dazed, Zhāng Tiānzhèn below, stuffing his face with dragon king meat, mumbled.

What are you staring at? Get them—don't let them escape.

As disciples of the Dao Yi Sect, seeing Demonic Cultivators as sworn enemies, they unhesitatingly moved to fight.

Hearing that, Zhao Zhengping and the other Inner Disciples, along with the many Elders of Divine Sword Peak, frantically shoved rice into their mouths.

Right away, right away, just a few more bites.

Those who haven't eaten yet, go up and hold them off—don't let them escape.

Oh oh.

Soon, the disciples who hadn't gotten any food took the lead, surrounding many Demonic Cultivators; seeing this, the Demonic Cultivators naturally wouldn't surrender, immediately launching a counterattack, and the two sides clashed.

In numbers, the Dao Yi Sect disciples clearly held an absolute advantage; facing the disciples' encirclement, these Demonic Cultivators quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Only then did these Demonic Cultivators realize they needed to flee, and someone shouted.

Break out, kill our way out.

There are too many people.

A frontal breakout was nearly impossible, with all retreat routes blocked by the Dao Yi Sect disciples; seeing this, many Demonic Cultivators raised their hands and scattered a large handful of powder—this was also their usual tactic.