Chapter 2549: I Was Seriously Injured

When word spread that Ye Zhangqing would go to the battlefield, all the Human Race cultivators' faces fell; but when they heard he would go to the Fire Room to cook, they all raised their hands in approval.

Although Ye Zhangqing is a peerless monster of the present age, in a war of this level, unless one is the present era's strongest, it basically cannot change the battle situation at all.

One more or one less makes no difference.

By comparison, Ye Zhangqing in the Fire Room is irreplaceable.

So, all the Human Race cultivators naturally hoped Ye Zhangqing would cook in the Fire Room.

Upon hearing the words of that Heavenly Palace Celestial Official, Ye Zhangqing nodded in agreement and indeed brought Xu Jie straight back to the Fire Room.

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons had sent several batches of warm supplies earlier, but some ingredients were still left.

The first batch should be enough; afterwards, more ingredients can be sent, so there's no need to worry.

The Cooking King Immortal City and the Immortal Chefs who had come from the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens had already spontaneously begun processing the ingredients.

After Ye Zhangqing brought Xu Jie back to the Fire Room, he went straight to the stove and said to Xu Jie and Zhao Zhenping.

"Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, please take care of serving the meals."

"Don't worry, it's trivial."

Everyone in the Fire Room also began to busy themselves; with so many Immortal Chefs helping out, and everyone having experience, they had previously learned how to process Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon ingredients.

So Ye Zhangqing didn't need to worry; he just needed to focus on cooking.

At first, they made simple dishes, each with the effect of healing injuries.

After all, on the battlefield, healing injuries and restoring spiritual power are the most crucial; everything else is secondary.

Of course, the taste is also of utmost importance.

On the front lines, the great battle continues; it is said that even Zhao Lao and that Demon God are locked in fierce combat together.

As soon as that Demon God emerged from the Mining Domain, Zhao Lao struck immediately, leaving no chance for the Demon God to attack anyone else.

Unexpectedly, the Human Race side also has an expert of the same level appear.

In the fierce battle, that Demon God spoke with killing intent.

"You Zhao, your Heavenly Palace really spared no expense, even having you come personally."

Obviously he knows Zhao Lao; after all, experts at this level are few and far between, whether they are Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons or Human Race cultivators.

They had naturally crossed blades before; it's only normal that they recognize each other.

But regarding this, Zhao Lao had no intention of paying attention, and he shouted coldly.

"What the hell are you talking about? Come and die!"

Saying that, he attacked without hesitation; facing Zhao Lao's fierce assault, the Demon God's expression turned grim, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Seek death."

The battle continued, and Ye Zhangqing in the Fire Room had already finished preparing the first batch of dishes.

On the deck of the immortal vessel, Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie led a group from the Cooking King Immortal City in serving meals and maintaining order.

Feeling the aftershocks of the battle ahead, Xu Jie said.

"They should be arriving soon."

As for eating on the battlefield, Xu Jie, being experienced, silently calculated the time; it was about right, and the first group should already be on their way.

There are likely many wounded among them.

Sure enough, after Xu Jie's words fell, distant specks flew rapidly toward them.

As they drew nearer, they turned out to be Human Race cultivators one by one.

Almost everyone was covered in blood, not knowing whether it belonged to the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons or to themselves.

However, some still dragged Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon ingredients in their hands, clearly having gained a harvest.

As soon as they arrived before the Heavenly Outside Immortal Vessel, those who had brought ingredients began to shout.

"We brought ingredients, so we should be allowed to eat first."

"Right, we've made contributions."

Saying that, these people handed over the ingredients and went straight to line up for meals; although others were somewhat displeased, they had nothing to say.

After all, they brought the ingredients while we had nothing; it seemed we had no face to snatch anything, so we might as well just queue.

This was taken as an accepted rule: those who brought ingredients could eat first, while those who didn't could only wait in line behind.

Until a one-armed Human Race cultivator stumbled desperately to the immortal vessel and shouted.

"I'm seriously wounded; quickly give me a bite to eat, just to ease it."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, everyone's gazes turned toward the sound; upon seeing the person arrive, they all froze.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"How serious is this?"

The arriving Human Race cultivator had his right arm torn off at the shoulder, and one leg was blown away to who knows where.

He looked utterly miserable, blood still gushing out, appearing as if he wouldn't live much longer.

Seeing this, someone instinctively made space and said.

"Let you eat first, hurry."

"Chop some, fellow Daoist."

"Thanks for nothing, hurry up and go; by the way, I have some wound-healing pills—take them first."

Usually scrambling for meals is just scrambling for meals, but at this life-and-death juncture, everyone can still distinguish priorities.

His injuries are too severe; he looks like he might not survive another second—who knows when his breath will fail and he'll die.

So everyone voluntarily let him go to the front of the line.

Moreover, someone even voluntarily took out their own wound-healing pills from their person and gave them to him.

However, regarding this, that Human Race cultivator shook their head.

Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your kindness, but my injury's medicine is useless; I must eat to recover.

Then come to the front and eat first.

Thank you, everyone.

Don't thank me, eat a bit more. Play is play, mischief is mischief, but don't risk your life.

Okay.

Upon hearing that, the Human Race cultivator grinned and cheerfully went to line up for a meal.

Even Xu Jie, seeing that person's miserable appearance, couldn't help but ask concernedly.

You... are you okay?

It's fine, it's fine; just eating a bowl of rice will restore me. Hey, Xu Jie, give me an extra serving—I'm afraid my injury is too severe, and less won't be effective.

There's such a saying?

Xu Jie was skeptical, having never heard of such a saying, but still gave that person a full big bowl.

There's no way; looking at him, it seems as if missing even a bite would mean he couldn't survive.

Saving a life beats building a seven-story pagoda; if eating more can let him live, Xu Jie naturally won't be stingy.

But seeing that person carrying an overflowing bowl of food, even heaping, walking away happily, Xu Jie instinctively felt something was off.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he spoke with a somewhat complex expression.

That's not right—this person has Ancient Immortal Realm cultivation, they could already regenerate limbs, so how could their arm be broken and not heal?

A cultivator of Ancient Immortal Realm level, as long as they aren't instantly killed, injuries like severed hands or feet, though painful, can easily regenerate.

How could someone like that, from the front lines all the way to the canteen, still not have recovered?