Chapter 2771: Still, it's the clan chief

You think you're worthy to sit and eat at the same table as this old man?

The Charcoal Snake Tribe elder, looking at Ye Zhangqing with utter contempt, said, never once regarding this human brat as worth noticing.

A mere post-natal cultivator with only a measly Ancient Immortal Realm cultivation dares to want a face-to-face talk with me? Does he think he's worthy?

Do they really think that throwing together a couple of tables of food, plus having the Iron Peak Tribe breeze by, will make the Charcoal Snake Tribe submit?

That elder's eyes were fixed solely on Ye Zhangqing, completely oblivious to the changing expressions of those around him.

And there was the Iron Peak Clan Chief, holding chopsticks, his gaze growing cold.

He had just felt for a moment that this old thing was getting annoying, and thought it might be better to just kill him.

However, the other party was after all a member of the Charcoal Snake Tribe, an elder, and had come at his invitation; the bigger picture mattered, and besides, there was still another table, so he endured for now.

Fortunately, in the afternoon the elders managed to secure another table, giving the Iron Peak Clan Chief a bit of comfort; at least there was still a bite left.

As for the other seven Charcoal Snake Tribe members who followed that elder, they now looked at the food scattered on the ground, unable to hide a pang of heartache.

What a wonderful spread, ruined in a single sweep by that elder.

They felt regret, but dared not speak; they could only force themselves to endure, turning their heads away from the delicious food on the ground.

As for Ye Zhangqing, the object of that elder's stare, he remained silent.

He hadn't expected the Charcoal Snake Tribe's attitude to be so unyielding; before talks even began, the other side had already torn off all pretense.

For now, it seems impossible to hope for a peaceful rescue.

The Charcoal Snake Tribe, for some reason, harbors great hostility toward the Human Race, or perhaps they simply regard us as ants to be stepped on.

There's nothing worth worrying about.

Ye Zhangqing stayed silent, and the Iron Peak Tribe members didn't know what to say, leaving the scene in an eerie quiet for a moment.

Seeing no one respond, that Charcoal Snake Tribe elder seemed to grow even more energized.

He curled his lip, revealing a contemptuous cold smile, his tone growing ever more arrogant.

"Do you think that throwing together a couple of lowly tables of food entitles you to negotiate with this old man?"

"Want to save someone? Hah, do you even have the ability? You think this old man is a beggar you can buy off with just two tables of food?"

"Let me tell you, I don't care a bit for the things you've prepared; I'm eating shit."

Saying that, the Charcoal Snake Tribe elder, seemingly worked up, suddenly kicked out with no warning, aiming straight at the other White Jade Table nearby.

Seeing this, the Iron Peak Clan Chief and the Iron Peak Tribe elders' eyes nearly burst in an instant.

Is this old thing addicted to flipping tables or what?

Although the distance was close and everyone was completely unprepared, even though two elders tried to stop him immediately after his move.

But it was already too late; the second White Jade Table was kicked over, its food scattering across the ground, utterly ruined.

Seeing that, all the Iron Peak Tribe elders stared dumbfounded.

Looking at the mess all over the ground, their gazes grew dull.

This was the extra meal they had begged for all afternoon, and they had watched Ye Zhangqing prepare every dish with their own eyes.

God knows how much they drooled this afternoon.

They had long looked forward to tasting it, and several elders even brought out their cherished immortal brew, unwilling to part with it, just to accompany this feast.

They had anticipated all afternoon, drooling untold amounts, finally reaching the point where they were about to dig in, and you flipped the table?

They hadn't even taken a single bite yet.

Slowly, the Iron Peak Tribe elders' eyes went from lifeless to dull, and then a towering rage began to well up.

Damn it, truly damn it, this old thing is practically begging for death.

At some point, the gazes of all the Iron Peak Tribe elders locked firmly onto him.

Meanwhile, the elder who continued to humiliate Ye Zhangqing sensed that the atmosphere was off, and turned his head to scan the surroundings.

Just with that glance, he was dumbfounded—what was happening? Why did the Iron Peak Tribe people seem to want to cut him down?

What did he do? He'd just been talking to that human brat, not provoking them, right?

The gazes of the Iron Peak Tribe elders were truly enough to make one's heart turn cold.

That look was practically the expression of someone wanting to eat a person.

The Charcoal Snake Tribe elder's heart sank, and he couldn't help but ask weakly.

"What is this, everyone?"

He had a feeling his days were numbered, and upon hearing that, among the many Iron Peak Tribe elders, the one who had spent the most time with Ye Zhangqing—a senior and a sturdy man—spoke up first.

"What did you just do?"

"I… I didn't do anything."

"You flipped the table."

"Yeah, I flipped the table… but what's the big deal?"

"Why did you flip the table?"

"I flipped it because I wanted to."

"Fine, fine, fine…"

The Charcoal Snake Tribe elder was still bewildered, but hearing that reply, the Iron Peak Tribe elders felt this old thing now displayed the full appearance of one seeking death.

They had lived so long, seen many who sought death, but never anyone so eager to die.

All they needed now was a pretext, and they could kill this clueless fool on the spot.

Not having eaten a single bite, who could know the stifled resentment in their hearts? Someone must be held responsible.

Sensing the Iron Peak Tribe elders' gazes growing increasingly off, the Charcoal Snake Tribe elder began to panic.

Just a moment ago everything was fine—how did it suddenly become like this? He hadn't done anything.

In his desperation, he quickly turned his gaze to the Iron Peak Clan Chief: 'These are your people—are you still going to manage them? I came at your invitation; aren't you going to protect me?'

Iron Peak Clan Chief, this is..................

Just as he opened his mouth, the Iron Peak Clan Chief didn't give him a chance at all; before he could finish speaking, he flung the chopsticks in his hand.

Damn, the food on both tables is gone; what use are these chopsticks to me? He suddenly stood up, his gaze icy as he looked at this elder of the Charcoal Snake Tribe.

You really have guts.

Huh???

Iron Peak Clan Chief, what do you mean by that? I didn't do anything.

You still dare to quibble, just now………… just now…………

I just flipped a table earlier, what's the big deal?

No, you clearly intended to assassinate me just now, using the table as a concealed weapon, waiting for the chance to strike—really bold.

Huh???

Assassination?

With that roar from the Iron Peak Clan Chief, this elder of the Charcoal Snake Tribe went dumbfounded.

How did we suddenly get onto the topic of assassination? When did I ever want to assassinate you?

Besides, I'm not sick; I, the Old Man South Pole, hanged myself, bringing these few people to kill you.