Chapter 2988

As for the Myriad Soul Banner, Ye Zhangqing naturally had some understanding, knowing it was a method of Demonic Cultivators.

Don't you remember Tianhe took the righteous path? How did he suddenly pull out a Myriad Soul Banner? And seeing the black qi puffing out, it's obvious he's already committed many evils.

What's up, is he turning over to evil?

Facing Ye Zhangqing's suspicion, Tianhe still smiled with delight.

「Hehe, Ye Zhangqing kid, do you think my Myriad Soul Banner looks cool? 」

Huh???

It's clear Tianhe is genuinely happy, not pretending at all, but before Ye Zhangqing could nod, Zhao Tianqing beside him snapped unhappily.

「Alright, alright, put away that tattered banner—you don't even know where you got it from, do you? 」

「What do you mean? Want to chat inside the banner? 」

「You………………」

Facing Tianhe's threat, Zhao Tianqing was so angry his teeth itched; from the day he got this banner, that old thing would constantly demand people enter the banner for a chat.

「Why don't you just live inside the Myriad Soul Banner if you love it so much? 」

But with Ye Zhangqing nearby now, he isn't too afraid.

Your Myriad Soul Banner may be strong, but could it possibly be stronger than the four elders of the Barbarian God Tribe? If you're capable, invite them to sit inside the banner.

They'd likely tear it to shreds outright.

Thanks to Zhao Tianqing's explanation, Ye Zhangqing finally understood the origin of the Myriad Soul Banner and the full story.

Upon learning that the two self-proclaimed Xiāntiān rénzú powerhouses had been dealt with by Zhao Tianqing and his companions, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but inwardly sigh, indeed they are talented.

Despite the overwhelming disparity in strength, the three managed to subdue the two using various means.

At the same time, Ye Zhangqing naturally also saw the elusive Heavenly Palace Master, Yue Linxian.

He shows no trace of a master's demeanor; if anything, he's just a rustic old man, even worse, rather crude.

However, Yue Linxian is quite enthusiastic; he surely has already heard about Ye Zhangqing's affairs.

Setting aside other matters, this kid is now the treasure of the Human Race.

Not only is his background heaven-defying, his friends spread across the Beyond the Heavens, and most importantly, his culinary skill.

Although they haven't tasted it, Zhao Tianqing and Tianhe have both hyped him up to the heavens.

With such praise, it's surely not far off; Yue Linxian has long been craving a taste.

But Ye Zhangqing has just rushed back in a hurry, and now isn't the time to just eat.

So they rested for a day first.

It was also a good chance to check on Qi Xiong and Yun Xiantai.

Returning to their lodgings, Qi Xiong and Yun Xiantai themselves came to the door.

Ye Zhangqing's departure had lasted nearly a month, during which everyone survived on rations; seeing him return now naturally excited them greatly.

「Just coming back is good, just coming back is good. 」

They all sighed, saying as long as he's back, that's enough.

They exchanged casual greetings, mainly asking if anyone was injured.

Fortunately, after the two Xiāntiān rénzú entered the city, they only displayed a bit of pressure at the gate and then took no further action.

It seems the time hasn't come yet; the two were probably just scouting the situation.

Indeed, if what they say is true—that the Human Race's Immortal Realm is about to transform into the Shenjie—then those Xiāntiān rénzú couldn't possibly send only two people to handle this.

After all, with the rarities of the Shenjie placed here, what could two people do? They'd even find a meal too lonely.

When the time comes, if other primordial tribes learn of this, can they hold onto it?

So there must be more main forces coming, they just haven't arrived yet.

By this point, everyone knows that although Zhao Tianqing and Tianhe dealt with those two, the crisis is not actually resolved.

One could even say that so far, the crisis hasn't truly descended yet.

When the main forces of these Xiāntiān rénzú arrive later, it probably won't be so easy to deal with.

But for now there's no other way—we'll block soldiers with generals and flood with earth.

They want the whole Immortal Realm; they surely wouldn't just hand over their own nest.

So running is definitely out; we can only stay and hold the line.

As for the rest, we'll just meet each move with a counter.

For the time being there's nothing to calculate; after resting a day, Ye Zhangqing was too lazy to cook, so everyone ate rations again.

As for rations, nobody dislikes them, but when something better is available, they'll certainly choose the better.

But now that Ye Zhangqing has returned, everyone still eating rations here feels a bit odd.

However, Ye Zhangqing said he was a bit tired, so nobody felt like commenting.

After resting a day in the city, the next day Ye Zhangqing began preparing a banquet.

One reason is Yue Linxian; the other is naturally to win over the Barbarian God Tribe.

After all, the upcoming Xiāntiān rénzú will surely need to rely on the Barbarian God Tribe.

There's no choice; our own strength is insufficient, so we must seek external aid.

The Barbarian God Tribe is undoubtedly the best choice.

The Human Race's strength, frankly, is still too weak; among the many later‑born tribes, it's indeed not weak.

But compared to the primordial tribes, the gap is far too large.

Yet ironically, the Human Race now seems to be surviving surrounded by a host of primordial tribes.

The Feather God Tribe is a primordial tribe, the Barbarian God Tribe is a primordial tribe, and now a Xiāntiān rénzú has also appeared, also a primordial tribe—this is truly strange.

We are a later‑born tribe—how did we get surrounded by primordial tribes?

You're not walking into a wolf's den, are you?

However, Ye Zhangqing also understood one point: for the Human Race to break through the bottleneck of the acquired tribe and break free of its shackles, it is inevitable to go through this step; there's no escaping it.

Since it was a banquet, Ye Zhangqing ended up preparing quite a few good dishes for this meal.

The four elders of the Barbarian God Tribe, together with the Iron Peak Clan Chief and other powerhouses, were all drooling.

We just love feasting—only with such a grand spread can Ye Zhangqing's culinary talent truly be shown.

Even Yue Linxian, staring at the dishes before him, had his eyes bulging wide.

"How is it, Palace Master?"

Tianhe beside him laughed and joked; hearing that, Yue Linxian didn't turn his head, kept staring fixedly at the dishes on the table, as if they might run away in a blink, and at the same time replied.

"It lives up to its name, it truly lives up to its name."

Although they hadn't eaten yet, just looking at its appearance and that rich aroma, they knew the dish was definitely delicious—there was no doubt.

Tianhe and Zhao Tianqing also exchanged a smile at that.

As Ye Zhangqing finished and served the dishes, there was no extra talk—everyone dove right in.

There wasn't much ceremony either; aside from Yue Linxian being there, everyone else had already eaten Ye Zhangqing's cooking before.

The only rule was speed—extreme speed; if you even slightly slowed your swallow, you'd lose several bites of meat, so nobody wanted to fall behind.