Chapter 2961: Purge

Yun Yu's words directly made Èr Zhǎnglǎo's scalp go numb; looking at his pleading gaze, he was utterly speechless.

How did this guy's brain grow, that he could actually think to come ask him for help?

This isn't walking into a trap, you're basically asking to die.

"Èr Zhǎnglǎo, save me."

Awoken by Yun Yu's pleading tone, Èr Zhǎnglǎo drew a deep breath and spoke with a complex tone.

"Come in first and talk."

"Thank you, Èr Zhǎnglǎo."

Damn, he's even thanking me—seeing Yun Yu perform a proper fist‑and‑palm salute, Èr Zhǎnglǎo's mouth twitched; this guy is beyond help.

Without a shred of doubt, he straightforwardly followed Èr Zhǎnglǎo into the Dong Fu.

Immediately, Yun Yu was trussed up five‑fold and casually tossed into a corner of the courtyard.

"Èr Zhǎnglǎo, why…………………"

Just after entering the Dong Fu, before he could even see clearly, an Elder under Èr Zhǎnglǎo directly tied him up.

Then, like tossing trash, he casually threw him to one side—no hesitation at all, utterly offhand.

Even then, no one meant to keep watch; what's there to worry about a good-for-nothing?

Moreover, look at Yun Yu now—he still hasn't figured out what's going on, still asking why.

Èr Zhǎnglǎo sighed helplessly; as a fellow Feather God Tribe member, he really couldn't fathom how such a good-for-nothing could appear.

No one paid any more heed to Yun Yu's pleas; several Elders, using Èr Zhǎnglǎo's soul map, quickly located the many fish that had slipped through the net.

Moreover, a great net had already been laid; now they just waited to draw it in.

With Èr Zhǎnglǎo's soul map, things became much simpler—no effort needed at all.

Yun Yu just watched as Èr Zhǎnglǎo and his men captured one by one those who had fled earlier.

Seeing this, he finally realized that the Second Elder faction's rebellion wasn't rogue subordinates acting on their own—it was led by Èr Zhǎnglǎo himself.

It was Èr Zhǎnglǎo himself who wanted to seize power.

But how could that be? Èr Zhǎnglǎo had always kept to himself—how could he suddenly do a complete 180?

Too bad, no one there bothered to explain anything to Yun Yu; talking to him felt like a waste of breath, utterly meaningless.

By then, they might as well just toss him into prison.

Èr Zhǎnglǎo still disliked trouble—he just produced a soul map and then acted as a hands‑off manager.

As for that, the few Elders under him didn't say more; getting Èr Zhǎnglǎo to this point was already no small feat—what more could they demand?

For what comes next, having a few people assigned is enough.

In the Feather God Tribe's Shenjie, scenes of arrest and manhunt were playing out everywhere.

Those not belonging to the Grand Elder or Third Elder lineages naturally kept as far away as possible, fearing to draw fire upon themselves.

This is a struggle among the three senior elders; it has nothing to do with them, and frankly, who holds power makes little difference to them.

Perhaps even if Èr Zhǎnglǎo came to power, their situation might improve somewhat.

So, members of other factions naturally couldn't step in to help.

Each just hung high, aloof from the matter.

And the Elder lineage's people didn't actively provoke those clans; as long as they didn't obstruct, everyone could coexist peacefully.

For a time, a strange tacit understanding even formed.

As for the people of the Second Elder and Third Elder lineages, under Èr Zhǎnglǎo's soul map, there was nowhere to hide.

They literally had no place to hide, and were soon captured one after another.

The prison was already overcrowded, and as these escaped fish were caught, the entire Feather God Tribe's Shenjie was thoroughly purged by the Èr Zhǎnglǎo faction.

Our side's operation was completed satisfactorily; next we just wait to see what the Old Ancestor does.

After all, controlling Shenjie for now is only temporary.

Mainly, we still need to deal with the Grand Elder and Third Elder beyond the heavens.

If we can't settle them and let them return to Shenjie, Èr Zhǎnglǎo won't be able to hold onto the present situation either.

Put bluntly, the Feather God Tribe's Shenjie that we now control is merely an empty shell; how things will turn out remains uncertain for now.

On the other side, beyond the heavens, the Grand Elder and Third Elder who have left Shenjie aren't rushing to act.

Anyway, they're already out there, each seeing the other as meat on a chopping board, a duck at the lips—there's no chance it'll fly away; it's just a matter of who eats it first.

Both sides remained remarkably calm, even chatting casually now and then while on the road.

It doesn't look like either side wants to put the other to death; it feels more like they're one big family.

Heading toward the agreed‑upon place, meanwhile, this time the Barbarian God Tribe's four Old Ancestors, plus this Feather God Tribe Old Ancestor from the Èr Zhǎnglǎo lineage—five Old Ancestor‑level figures—and many mighty warriors of the Barbarian God Tribe.

They had long lain in ambush at the agreed spot.

At this moment, everyone was busy eating, heads down.

The cook was naturally Ye Zhangqing; though I don't know who, it's probably ninety‑nine percent Hong Zun.

When talking about battle, bringing Ye Zhangqing means one can fight while eating a hot bite on the battlefield—it not only heals wounds but works far better than any wound‑healing pill.

It also boosts morale; most importantly, the battlefield meals are unlimited—eat however you like.

When this news spread, the Barbarian God Tribe went crazy—especially the Iron Peak Tribe and the Flame Martial Tribe.

Indeed, they didn't even have time to return to the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens; Ye Zhangqing and Bai Hua Xianzi with a few girls came straight here.

In the rear of the designated battlefield, Ye Zhangqing's Fire Room had already been set up.

Having just finished a meal, he looked helplessly at Hong Zun and said.

"Peak Master, you're really going to work me to death."

"I…………………"

Regarding this, Hong Zun lowered his head, looking guilty; this news was indeed something he had let slip, but it wasn't intentional.

Who would have thought that after becoming sworn brothers with the Third Ancestor, although everyone's hearts were somewhat complicated, what's done is done, and we could only accept it.

Just before departure, the two again made plans to drink together; at first they talked about what the three articles of agreement were.

But as they drank, the taste changed, and the two ended up getting really drunk.

It was then, when mentioning the upcoming battle, that Hong Zun let it slip out casually.

Upon hearing this, the Third Ancestor instantly became excited; having a meal on the battlefield—why hadn't anyone thought of that before?

If that's the case, then isn't this a great thing? Think about it: in the heat of battle, one inevitably gets hungry; if at that moment one could eat a bowl of food prepared by Ye Zhangqing, how satisfying that would be.

The more the Third Ancestor thought about it, the more feasible it seemed; thus Ye Zhangqing was brought here.

Of course, the place selected by several Old Ancestors for him is absolutely safe, impossible to be affected by the battlefield.

Play is play, fuss is fuss; naturally no one would joke around with the cook, and Ye Zhangqing's safety still needs to be ensured.