Chapter 3008: Junior Brother, Don't Blame Me

Who leaked the news?

Who the hell brought people here?

The many senior disciples practically wanted to curse their mothers; they were already fiercely competing among themselves, and if a bunch of junior disciples were added, wouldn't hope become even slimmer?

Just thinking about so many people competing for a mere ten thousand portions of food makes the senior disciples' scalps go numb.

We simply can't compete for it.

Upon thinking this, the senior disciples exchanged glances; though they said nothing, they seemed to have already decided.

The first to act were several senior brothers.

Seeing them each put an arm around a familiar junior brother, they laughed loudly.

Junior brother, did you come here especially to find me?

Yeah, senior brother, you rushed over; I thought something had happened.

Haha, what could happen in the sect? This is just us senior brothers getting an itchy hand and finding a place to spar.

Spar?

Hearing this, several junior brothers looked doubtful: how does sparring end up in the Fire Room?

The sect has plenty of training grounds for sparring; why come to the Fire Room?

It's obvious this flimsy excuse won't hold up, and the senior disciples never thought they could get away with it so easily.

Moreover, they didn't have much time left; they could see the mealtime approaching.

It wouldn't be long before the food's aroma would start to drift out.

Once the aroma comes out, everyone will know, so before that we must first deal with these guys.

Someone took the lead, and the remaining senior disciples instantly understood, each grabbing a familiar junior brother or sister and casually chatting.

Junior sister, senior sister recently got something nice; let me show you.

What nice thing, senior sister?

Junior brother, come here, senior brother will show you a treasure.

What treasure?

Obviously they had no guard, and were quickly drawn in by the senior brothers' and sisters' words.

As for the supposed nice thing, there obviously wasn't any; seeing the junior brothers and sisters completely unprepared, the senior disciples instantly struck.

Imprison Heaven Finger.

Heaven-Entwining Hand.

Senior sister, what are you doing?

Junior sister, stay put for a moment; senior sister has something to do.

Junior brother, don't blame senior brother; I have no choice either.

Faced with the sudden attack of the senior disciples, the junior brothers and sisters were instantly immobilized, unable to move, though their eyes were full of doubt.

No, we were just getting along fine a moment ago, and you were going to show us a treasure—how did it suddenly change like this, and now they've got us under control?

Faced with the junior brothers and sisters' clear-eyed foolishness, the senior disciples let out a big sigh of relief.

At least we've subdued them for now; although this probably can't be kept secret, at least we get to eat tonight's meal first.

Having dealt with the junior brothers and sisters who had secretly followed, the senior disciples exchanged a glance and said.

Continue?

Continue.

See the move.

For a while, under the junior brothers and sisters' strange gazes, the senior disciples fought again, leaving them completely bewildered.

No, what the hell are these guys up to? They suddenly attacked without a word, and now they're fighting again?

They completely didn't understand, until from the Fire Room came wafts of aroma; smelling it, the junior brothers and sisters first froze—what a fragrant smell, even better than the sect's dry rations.

But soon, someone suddenly snapped to, gritting their teeth and cursing.

Damn beasts, it must be Elder Ye returning; they already knew.

Huh???

Upon hearing that, everyone understood; everything was clear.

No wonder the senior disciples' actions were confusing; it turns out Elder Ye has returned.

Those bastards already knew, which is why they sneaked over to the canteen to eat behind their backs.

Unluckily, they noticed something was off and secretly followed; then those bastards did the most damnable thing—attacking from ambush while they weren't looking, to deceive these junior brothers and sisters.

Now that the aroma is out, those points they couldn't figure out before are now completely clear.

After all this, it turns out Elder Ye has returned, and these guys are just scrambling for food.

Thinking this, the junior brothers and sisters were no longer calm; why did they join the Dao One Immortal Sect?

One reason is that the Dao One Immortal Sect is rising in power, and their families also wanted to maintain good relations.

But more than that, it's just for a hot meal.

But fate waits for no one; only after they successfully joined the sect did they discover that Ye Zhangqing rarely returns to the sect.

Afterward he went to Beyond the Heavens, and never came back.

Since joining the sect, they've survived on dry rations, but even those aren't easy to come by.

They need sufficient sect merit to exchange for them.

Thinking of how they toiled desperately for that dry ration, now that they've finally awaited Ye Zhangqing's return, these senior brothers and sisters still deceive them—utter beasts, worse than beasts.

Anger rose from the heart, evil grew from the courage, but the just‑aroused anger faded away in the next second.

Because the junior brothers and sisters discovered they couldn't move at all.

Before that, they weren't completely defenseless; they were directly subdued by the senior disciples, right?

These bastards don't hold back; their grip on them is deathly tight.

For a while, they simply couldn't break free.

As the aroma grew stronger, the junior disciples' mood grew increasingly agitated.

This steaming hot food is right before their eyes, the aroma already in their noses, yet they're actually being restrained—unable even to grab the food.

This left the junior disciples unable to accept it; each struggled desperately, but the more they struggled, the more hopeless they felt.

Those techniques show not the slightest sign of loosening; at this rate, they'll be stuck until who knows when.

By then the daylilies will be cold—what's the point of eating rice? You won't even get to drink the dishwater.

While struggling, someone couldn't help but shout a curse.

"Zhang, let me go—we're brothers, you're really deceiving me like this, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Pretending."

"Feng, I shared a bite of my dry rations with you yesterday, you ungrateful wretch."

"Junior brother, I said don't blame me—with this delicious food before us, there's naturally no sentiment to speak of; at worst I'll repay you with a bite of dry rations."

"Get lost."

Faced with the junior disciples' angry curses, the senior disciples showed no mercy.

Joking aside, we finally managed to control them; how could we possibly let go now—that would waste all our effort.

Just stay put honestly; setting aside other talk, tonight's meal rightly belongs to these senior disciples, after all they joined the sect earlier.

Outside the Fire Room, shouts and curses mixed with the sounds of fighting; it hasn't been this lively in a long time.