Chapter 3007: They've come back, they've all come back

Moreover, just now Shī xiōng said he was taking a wife, while your mother is still alive—your father would be remarrying? You're practically asking for death.

Taking a concubine is already bold enough—what wife are you even talking about?

Faced with the junior disciple's suspicious stare, the veteran disciple simply ignored him—anyway, he didn't know anything when asked, and calmly waited for the meal to start.

Seeing that nothing could be gotten out of asking, this junior disciple, though full of suspicion, didn't pursue it further, and simply decided to finish the task at hand first.

Elsewhere it was the same.

Those veteran disciples each wore smiles, their joy plainly visible, leaving the gathered junior disciples and junior sisters completely bewildered.

What's going on today? It's neither a holiday nor a festival, and the Sect has no rewards—why are all the Shī xiōng and senior sisters so happy?

Normally they're not this happy either.

Something feels off, but even if one asks, there's no result; the veteran disciples, when asked, just say there's nothing.

All afternoon, the many veteran disciples were absent‑minded, constantly calculating when the meal would be served.

As the time drew nearer, upon reaching the hour, these veteran disciples hesitated not at all—regardless of whether their chores were finished or their Xiūliàn practice ended, they simply got up and left.

"Shī xiōng, why did you leave? The Shíchén hasn't even arrived yet—it's a hundred merit points per Shíchén."

Inside the Sect's Xiūliàn chamber, seeing the Shī xiōng beside him rise and leave without warning, the junior disciple next to him called out curiously.

He knew that Shī xiōng's character inside out—there was no way he'd waste time.

Before, even when the time was up, he would still try to linger as long as possible, making the Steward in charge of the Xiūliàn chamber so angry he'd blow his beard and stare.

What's happening today? There's still over a Shíchén left, yet he just left on his own.

You know, once the Xiūliàn chamber opens, there's no turning back.

However, that veteran disciple paid it no heed, merely muttering to himself.

"I miscalculated—today it opened for six Shíchén. Oh well, eating is important."

Muttering to himself, he hurriedly left; as soon as he exited the Xiūliàn chamber, he directly employed a movement technique, flashing away and disappearing from sight.

Elsewhere it was the same, each veteran disciple rushing straight toward the Fire Room.

Everyone wanted to grab the first spot and occupy a good position; thus, on the Fire Room side, Ye Zhangqing hadn't even finished preparing the food when many veteran disciples had already gathered outside the Canteen.

Seeing the crowd, there were certainly over ten thousand people, meaning that among them someone was bound to go without a meal today.

No need for others to explain; when this situation arises, all the fellow disciples know the rule, and it's not like they haven't rushed for food before.

One veteran disciple then stepped forward and said.

"Fellow junior disciples and junior sisters, if that's the case, shall we go with the old rule?"

"I have no objection."

"Then it's the old rule."

This person was among the first to join the Dao One Immortal Sect, and he knows the Canteen's rules inside out.

As soon as his words fell, he pointed a finger and released a restraining technique.

The Fire Room's rule is that the strong may eat, but no harming others and no using external force—all of that is clear.

When someone made a move, others naturally didn't hold back—some dodged with movement techniques, others countered with spells.

For a moment, outside the Fire Room the fight was intense and lively.

"Haha, that's exhilarating."

"They're back, they're all back—it feels just like when I first joined the Sect."

"No, it's not—back then we had food every day."

"Cut the nonsense; today's meal is mine."

"Then let's see if you have the ability—watch your legs."

Outside the Fire Room a melee erupted, with many veteran disciples fighting fiercely.

Even though hurting others is forbidden, the battle remains fiercely intense, with nobody willing to yield.

Come on, this is the food prepared by Elder Yè Chánglǎo, and after starving for so long, who would give up this bowl?

While those veteran disciples were fighting in a dizzying melee, far off, groups of junior disciples and junior sisters looked over with suspicion, each full of doubt.

"What are the Shī xiōng up to?"

"I don't know—why did they suddenly start fighting at the Fire Room's door?"

"I heard that back when Elder Yè Chánglǎo was around, getting a meal at the Fire Room usually meant having to scramble for it—could it be…………………"

Some disciples speculated, but were quickly rebutted.

"What nonsense—Elder Yè Chánglǎo has been gone for years, and rumor has it he's in Beyond the Heavens; how could he just come back casually?"

"True, what are those Shī xiōng up to……………………"

"How would I know? Just go up and ask—no point guessing wildly here."

The junior disciples and junior sisters, unable to figure out the reason for a moment, saw no point in wild speculation and simply went up to ask.

They had sensed during the day that the Shī xiōng were acting odd, and when the time came they'd vanished, so out of curiosity they followed them all the way here.

Soon, those junior disciples and junior sisters stepped forward, grabbing familiar Shī xiōng and senior sisters to ask.

"Senior sister, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly start fighting?"

One senior sister had just been kicked out of the crowd by a sweeping leg, with a shoeprint still on her butt.

"You damn thing, dare to sneak attack—old lady will fight you to the end………………"

She was about to rush forward to fight, but before she could finish her sentence, a familiar voice came from her ear.

Turning toward the sound, that senior sister froze, instinctively saying:

"How are you here?"

"This damn isn't it a junior sister she knows well? How did she end up running to the Fire Room?"

Her heart skipped a beat—could it be that the news of Elder Yè Chánglǎo's return has been exposed?

Fortunately, faced with the senior sister's inquiry, that junior sister answered truthfully.

"I noticed the senior sister was absent-minded during the day, and when the time came, there was no one there, so I came over to check."

She was anxious.

Hearing this, the senior sister finally understood the reason, and involuntarily vexed, she said, "It's because I was anxious; the other party saw through the flaw."

Faced with that junior sister's eyes full of doubt, she was wondering how to explain.

This matter of Elder Yè Chánglǎo's return definitely cannot be spoken of, at least not for now, after all only provisions for ten thousand people were prepared.

Even just these senior disciples aren't enough to eat; if we add these new disciples, there would be even less chance.

Don't look down on these junior brothers and sisters who joined the Sect late; many of them are not weak in strength, and even these senior disciples dare not say they'll surely get a share.

Just as the senior sister was secretly pondering how to get past this, a loud shout came from not far away.

"Stop, all stop."

Huh???

Looking up, I saw a senior disciple shouting loudly, while others also stopped their actions; however, by now many junior brothers and sisters had appeared around, and in that moment, numerous senior disciples clenched their teeth silently, cursing in their hearts.

"How did so many people come all at once."