Chapter 242: Don't eat anymore!

Ye Zhangqing always felt that eating wood bugs like this probably wouldn't work, but Xu Jie and the others felt nothing at all.

He thought cultivators should indeed not be affected, but when it came time to eat breakfast the next day, Ye Zhangqing felt something was wrong.

Damn it, why is there only a spiritual power fluctuation when competing for position, with no sound at all?

Before, wasn't it just a dark mass rushing over, needing to shout a few words? But today, only footsteps and battle sounds were heard, and not a single voice could be heard.

Damn, is this a mute play?

Outside the canteen, the disciples' competition remained fierce, and they were indeed speaking, but the voice... how to put it? It was as if fate had choked their throats.

"Watch my entangling hand."

"Watch my cotton palm."

"Flowing light step."

The voice was hoarse and weak, as if the throat were tied in a knot.

Only after the disciples entered the canteen and Ye Zhangqing saw them did he confirm: damn, this is getting angry.

It's definitely getting angry—hoarse voice, bloodshot eyes; what else could it be?

But even so, after breakfast, Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping, and the others still invited the disciples to go bug-catching together.

"Come on, brothers, let's go bug-catching."

"Okay......"

Watching the disciples move their mouths babbling there, they couldn't produce a sound at all—unless you pressed your ear to their lips could you faintly hear something.

But even so, these guys still wanted to go bug-catching, and Ye Zhangqing said helplessly:

"I say, fellow senior brothers, since it's like this, why not eat something light today?"

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Upon hearing that, Xu Jie opened his mouth and tried to speak, but Ye Zhangqing only saw his lips move—no sound came out.

"What did you say?"

"I say￥#￥……%……￥"

"Huh?"

"I say... I'm fine, junior brother... don't... need to worry..."

Damn, how is that nothing? You should speak—just opening your mouth with no sound, and still claim you're fine?

Ye Zhangqing was truly convinced, but he couldn't stop them; for the sake of food, these people really didn't care about their lives.

Moreover, the wood bugs seem to have an issue too—why even beings like Hong Zun and the others at the Shèngjìng level are mute?

It seems unrelated to cultivation level, and Xu Jie and the others definitely used spiritual power to heal their injuries.

According to everyone, it's neither painful nor itchy, yet it feels as if the throat has vanished, and they simply cannot produce any sound.

Strange and weird.

At lunchtime, it was again fried wood bugs, and everyone ate them with great enjoyment.

But after finishing that meal, everyone, including Hong Zun and the others, could not produce any sound at all.

They could only communicate via spiritual voice transmission.

"Delicious, these wood bugs really make you want to eat more the more you eat."

"Haha, what the senior brother said is right—let's go bug-catching again."

"Let's go."

In the canteen courtyard, a group of Dao Yi Sect disciples could be seen, each foolishly happy, yet making no sound; still, their faces were alight with joy, making them look like a bunch of lunatics together.

Seeing this bizarre sight, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched; after all this, do they still want to eat?

"I say, senior brother, why not rest a day and eat another day? You all can't speak."

"Junior brother needn't worry; we can still use spiritual voice transmission—look, it's not affecting us at all."

"Goodness, what a fine bunch—listening to that tone, because they have spiritual voice transmission, does that mean the throat can be dispensed with?"

Over the next few days, Ye Zhangqing wandered all around Shu City on one hand, while the disciples also ate wood bugs for several days straight.

The final result was that everyone, every single one, ended up muted—unable to produce any sound at all.

Although they could communicate via spiritual voice transmission, that also had limitations.

The other party must be a cultivator possessing spiritual power; otherwise you cannot communicate via spiritual voice transmission.

This meant the disciples could communicate among themselves just fine, but as soon as they met an ordinary person, it failed.

Just like now, Xu Jie was gesturing back and forth at a maid of the lord's manor, while the maid was completely bewildered.

"Immortal master, what do you want to say? I, the servant, didn't understand."

The maid was anxious about this; such scenes were commonplace, and Ye Zhangqing had already seen them many times.

When he was present, he could still relay messages for them.

But even so, damn, these guys still wanted to eat fried wood bugs—truly absurd.

The strange behavior of the Dao Yi Sect disciples naturally also couldn't escape the city lord—namely, Wei Feng's father.

At this moment, father and son sat facing each other in the Front Hall; seeing Wei Feng only opening his mouth without uttering a sound, the city lord said, marked by a black line:

"What on earth is going on with you guys?"

"Dad, rest assured, it's fine."

"Fine?"

Watching his son use spiritual voice transmission to communicate with him, the city lord's brow furrowed ever tighter—this is called fine?

"Son, why don't we just stop eating? You've gone mute."

As for eating wood bugs, he naturally knew about it, but they'd already gone mute from eating them, and still wanted to eat?

Upon hearing that, Wei Feng looked around, gave a cautious expression, made sure no one else was around, then furtively took out a fried wood bug from his Space Ring and gave it to his father.

"Dad, try it."

"This is what Wei Feng secretly hid; taking it out now to give to his father, it truly is a model of fatherly kindness and filial piety."

"Taking the wood worm, the city lord looked doubtful—'Is this thing really that delicious? Eating it makes your voice go mute, and you still won't let go?'"

"Thinking of giving it a try, the city lord took a bite, and his eyes instantly lit up."

"This............."

"Wei Feng, on the other hand, had an expression of 'I knew it all along,' nodding in satisfaction. Now Dad knows why he'd rather lose his voice than not eat this wood worm."

"This wood worm is truly delicious, and the most crucial point is that cooking it doesn't require any advanced skill."

"Even if someone else made it, the flavor might not match Ye Zhangqing's, but it would still be absolutely delicious, because basically no other seasoning is needed."

"So, from now on, everyone in the city lord's mansion has gone mute."

"First and foremost is the city lord, then his family, then the stewards and leaders."

"The entire city lord's mansion, within just two days, seemed as if someone had turned off the volume knob, leaving it silent and soundless."

"When they meet, those with cultivation use Spiritual Voice Transmission; those without, resort to gestures."

"The only ones still able to make a sound are probably just Ye Zhangqing and those few old dogs."

"Abababa............."

"Abababa................"

"Preparing to go out for a stroll, as he walked past, the servants and maids of the city lord's mansion saw Ye Zhangqing and all gave respectful gestures."

"Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing's eyelid twitched; he didn't know how to respond, surely he couldn't go up and start gesturing himself."

"In the end, he could only nod."

"I thought leaving the city lord's mansion would be fine, but upon reaching the city and passing a shop, Ye Zhangqing happened to see a bottle of seasoning and went up to ask the price."

"\"Shopkeeper, how much for this bottle of red ling pepper? \""

"Abababa............."

"Huh????"