Chapter 2718: Eating While Chatting

Looking at the Elder Clan Chief's tense expression, the whole person stood firmly in front of Ye Zhangqing, the Iron Peak Tribe elder snorted coldly, saying rather disdainfully.

"What are you panicking about? I didn't intend to attack."

At present, the entire Fire Spirit Tribe is surrounded by the Tree Ghosts in the Black Mist Forest; even he himself has become a hostage, waiting to exchange those human cultivators.

He's not brainless; to still attack at this point, what's up, wanting a fight to the death?

Having said that, he didn't bother with the still-tense Elder Clan Chief; he hadn't thought that much, as long as Ye Zhangqing wasn't in any danger.

The old man ignored the Elder Clan Chief and directly turned his gaze to Ye Zhangqing.

His face showed no anger; instead, he asked extremely calmly.

"Kid, you want to talk?"

"If you're willing, senior."

If we can talk, Ye Zhangqing naturally wouldn't object; after all, there's no deep grudge with the Iron Peak Tribe. If we can reach an agreement and the Iron Peak Tribe is willing to release the people, then I don't want to provoke them.

Compared to having many enemies, having many friends isn't better?

Seeing Ye Zhangqing's serious response, the old man also became interested; this human kid is somewhat interesting.

Talking is not impossible, after all, these human cultivators haven't provoked the Iron Peak Tribe.

The Iron Peak Tribe captured them solely because these human cultivators trespassed into the Barbarian God Tribe's Divine Realm.

They don't have much fondness for the Human Race, but also not much hostility.

As for the grudge between the Human Race and the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, what does that have to do with them, the Barbarian God Tribe?

The Barbarian God Tribe simply doesn't care about these trivial matters.

Seeing that this Iron Peak Tribe elder didn't seem overly opposed to negotiation, Ye Zhangqing also smiled and nodded.

The talk's content isn't complicated; it's simply about the Iron Peak Tribe releasing the people.

However, according to the old man, releasing them is fine, but we need a reason; Ye Zhangqing must provide a reason he can accept.

You can't expect me to release them just because you say so.

In response, Ye Zhangqing also expressed understanding, but he himself doesn't have any valuable treasures; frankly, those external things, I already asked Qi Wu about them.

As for Ye Zhangqing's treasures, even Qi Wu's honest evaluation is just 'not bad'.

Besides that, there's nothing else.

Even Qi Wu looks down on them, let alone someone like the Iron Peak Tribe.

The treasures in the Barbarian God Tribe's Divine Realm are indeed far more numerous than those outside; thus, using treasures as bargaining chips is obviously unrealistic.

Since our own treasures aren't sufficient, there's only one option left.

Although this trick has been used countless times, for Ye Zhangqing it never fails.

There's no way around it; it's just effective.

Never mind black cat or white cat; if it catches mice, it's a good cat.

So, looking at the old man before him, full of interest, as if wanting to see what treasure he could produce, Ye Zhangqing grinned and said.

"It's not early either; senior, how about we eat while we talk? My cooking is decent; senior, please have a taste."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, both the old man and the Elder Clan Chief were stunned.

The old man found it strange because he had no idea about Ye Zhangqing's cooking skills.

We were talking fine; why suddenly eat?

You kid, jumping to that is too fast.

As for the Elder Clan Chief, he was full of envy; how could this old fool get to eat the food made by Ye Zhangqing?

So, before the old man could come to his senses, the Elder Clan Chief quietly said to Tianlin beside him.

"Just make him some food; leave it to me now, I'll handle things for you."

Rather than let that old fellow eat, it'd be better to give it to him, let him eat.

However, hearing Tianlin's translation, Ye Zhangqing shook his head; if we can resolve this peacefully, there's naturally no need to offend the Iron Peak Tribe further.

Even if the Flame Martial Tribe has backing behind them, if we really fall out, we'll still have to guard against them in the future.

If a meal can settle it, why resort to fighting?

Ye Zhangqing wasn't willing; the Elder Clan Chief, though unwilling, didn't press further, after all, this matter ultimately rests with Ye Zhangqing.

"How about it, senior? Sit down and eat while we talk."

Ye Zhangqing looked at the old man with a smile; facing the question, the old man, though unaware of what this kid was up to, thought it over and nodded in agreement.

Having a meal—what could happen? First, let's see what this kid wants to do.

The old man remained wary in his heart, but seeing the other party nod, Ye Zhangqing smiled, rose, and headed to the Fire Room to prepare the meal.

The Fire Spirit Tribe had been captured, so the Fire Room was naturally left for Ye Zhangqing to use.

As Ye Zhangqing and Tianlin and a few others left, the Elder Clan Chief finally found an opportunity, and with an envious look said to the old man.

"You really walked into dog shit luck."

Huh???

That envious remark left the listening old man bewildered: 'What, I just walked into dog shit luck?'

I'm being detained by you all now, become a prisoner—how is that good luck?

Not only was the old man bewildered, but the youth who always followed him was also confused.

He immediately snapped at the Elder Clan Chief in annoyance.

"What do you mean? A scholar may be killed but not humiliated; are you trying to humiliate me and my grandson?"

"Idiot."

"What are you saying……"

In the face of the youth's anger, the elder clan chief couldn't be bothered to explain another word; it was utterly pointless.

It's so easy to get a taste of Ye kid's cooking, yet you two grandparents and grandchild aren't secretly pleased—you just look disgusted.

They're just idiots.

After throwing out a casual remark, the elder clan chief couldn't be bothered to argue with the grandfather and grandson, got up and headed for the Fire Room.

Rather than waste words with these two idiots here, it's better to go check the Fire Room—maybe I can rustle up something to go with the meal, at least getting a share of the glory.

But when the elder clan chief got up to leave, the youth exploded.

What the heck is this old coot saying? Who's the idiot? Tell me clearly.

But before he could continue speaking, he was stopped by the old man beside him.

"Shut up."

At this point, what's the use of winning with words? The situation is stronger than we are; if we want to survive, we must keep our mouths shut and avoid inviting disaster.

"These guys………"

"Alright, do you really want to die here?"

Looking at the youth still indignant, the old man coldly snapped, what's the point of showing off with words?

Everything can wait until we escape.

The old man and the youth still hadn't realized what Ye Zhangqing's table of food signified.

They merely thought it was just an ordinary meal; given their status as grandfather and grandson, they'd eaten all the good things—how could this meal possibly amaze them?

For now, never mind anything else; escaping is the most important.