Chapter 3026

The Dong Fu of this Dao One Immortal Sect is indeed much better than the small courtyard of the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens.

After all, the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens is limited in area, so in every aspect its conditions certainly cannot compare to those of the Immortal Realm.

What's more, after years of development, this Dao One Immortal Sect's sect is no longer the impoverished state it once was.

Faced with the praise of this old ancestor, Ma Shī xiōng smiled and replied.

"Senior, you overpraise me; this junior's Dong Fu is probably still not worthy of your eyes."

"That's true; your Dong Fu is just a bit better than my old thatched hut."

Huh???

Hearing this, Ma Shī xiōng froze, unable to resist gritting his teeth—this old thing's mouth must be laced with poison.

You don't understand polite talk; I was just being courteous offhand, yet you took it seriously.

He gave a forced smile, twitching the corners of his mouth twice.

"Then your thatched hut, Senior, is really luxurious."

"Not really; the people below helped fix it up."

The old ancestor looked around while casually replying, and Ma Shī xiōng didn't respond further.

Having previously lived together with this old ancestor in the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, he had already felt that this old guy's mouth was problematic.

Sometimes a single sentence can really choke someone to death.

However, Ma Shī xiōng didn't mind it either; after all, some people are straightforward, speaking without thinking, and he has indeed seen such people before.

Even among the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect, there are such people.

Knowing they mean no harm, many of their words are just blurted out without thinking; there's no need to quarrel with them, which would only spoil one's mood for nothing.

But those few short words just now directly broke Ma Shī xiōng's defenses.

This old thing isn't just blunt-spoken; it's completely honey-coated on the lips.

As soon as he opens his mouth, it's enough to make people die of anger—utterly outrageous.

Not wanting to speak further with this old ancestor, yet the other party didn't notice at all; after looking around, the old ancestor finally pointed to one of the rooms and said.

"No one lives in this room; I'll just make do and stay here."

"Please, Senior, make yourself at home."

Ma Shī xiōng replied offhand, but the next second, upon looking up, he panicked—no, that's my storage room!

His storage room holds many good things he collected, but that's not the key point.

What's crucial is that inside he also has over twenty portions of dried rations he saved up.

He doesn't carry these dried rations on him; first, he fears he might eat them himself in a moment of weakness; second, he worries the beasts in the sect might steal them.

After all, within the Dao One Immortal Sect, brothers stealing and deceiving each other over dried rations is not an isolated incident.

If you carry dried rations on you, the fellow brothers around you will sharpen their heads just to get a bite.

As the saying goes, 'not fearing theft but fearing the thief's intent'; over time, there will always be leaks.

So Ma Shī xiōng usually carries only two or three portions of dried rations on him, eating one when needed, and even if it's stolen, it's no great loss.

As for the bulk, he leaves it in his Dong Fu, which has a sect-placed prohibition that others cannot enter.

Moreover, stealing from another's Dong Fu is truly excessive; the sect rules are laid out there, so naturally it's far safer than carrying it on one's person.

Not only Ma Shī xiōng, but many other fellow brothers do the same, leaving most of their dried rations in their Dong Fu.

When idle, he hides alone in his Dong Fu and secretly enjoys himself.

But I didn't think of this earlier; this old thing wandered around and directly chose a storage room—are you really intending to live there? I don't even want to expose you.

Previously in the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, these Xiāntiān rénzú naturally had eaten dried rations before, so they know what it is.

Just now, seeing the neatly arranged twenty-plus portions of dried rations in the storage room, this old ancestor's eyes went straight.

Although the taste of these dried rations is indeed not as good as the fresh meals Ye Zhangqing cooks.

But having some is better than none; the key point is that these dried rations are convenient—you can eat them whenever you want.

They are entirely emergency-use treasures.

It's a pity that time is too short; these Xiāntiān rénzú haven't had the chance to obtain dried rations and have always just been mooching meals.

Who would have thought this opportunity would come so quickly; with so much dried rations laid out here, not eating them would be a waste.

So, they simply ignored Ma Shī xiōng's shouts, not even waiting for his words to finish.

"Senior, wait…………………"

With a bang, the storage room door was shut, and the old ancestor had already entered inside.

Seeing this, Ma Shī xiōng's face turned livid; he stepped forward to push the door open, but the door didn't budge at all.

This old thing had also set up a prohibition, and given his cultivation level, Ma Shī xiōng definitely couldn't break it.

Unable to enter his own storage room, Ma Shī xiōng glared, gritted his teeth, and said.

"Senior, you're being pointless, aren't you?"

There was no response from inside the room; seeing this, Ma Shī xiōng increased the force of his knocking, while his voice grew louder.

"Senior, I think we can open the door and have a good talk."

"Those twenty portions of dried rations are what I've accumulated, task by task, since joining the sect; Senior, don't you think doing this is problematic?"

"They are the crystallization of my sweat; I myself am reluctant to eat them on ordinary days."

"Fine, fine, fine; Senior, how about I give you five portions?"

"Ten portions—would ten be okay?"

"Old thing, you wouldn't want to hog it all, would you? That's my dried rations."

"Open the door—if you have the ability to get in, you have the ability to open it."

"Don't push me."

In the end it simply turned into angry scolding, but there was still no movement whatsoever inside the room.

Seeing this, Ma Shī xiōng really panicked; he only has this little bit of savings, damn it, do you really want to squander it all clean?

That night, Ma Shī xiōng kept guard outside the room, but the door never showed any movement at all.

Only until the next morning's breakfast time did the door finally open with a response, and that Old Ancestor stepped out.

Seeing this, Ma Shī xiōng's eyes instantly turned red, and he strode forward in big steps, glaring at that Old Ancestor and shouting.

"What did you do in there last night?"

"I didn't do anything, just rested for a night."

"You didn't do anything? I don't believe it."

Saying that, he was about to stride into the room, but that Old Ancestor beat him to it and shut the door.

"You're joking, last night I just ate a box of dry rations—how could this room let you in?"

"Those twenty-plus portions of dry rations are now his."

Blocked outside the room, Ma Shī xiōng gritted his teeth with a creaking sound—dry rations, his dry rations!

"With bloodshot eyes staring at that Old Ancestor before him, he really hadn't expected this old fellow to be like this—isn't this inviting a wolf into the house?"

"But facing Ma Shī xiōng's angry glare, that Old Ancestor just laughed and said."

"Kid, you need to take a longer view; those dry rations are just payment for this old man's guidance in your Xiūliàn. Rest assured, with my guidance, your progress will be a thousand miles a day."

"Damn it, I don't want it—give me back my dry rations."

"You little brat, once something is given away, there's no reason to take it back."

"Huh???"