Chapter 3027: Calm down, you're still young

Hearing the old ancestor's words, Martial Brother Ma froze, his eyes full of shock, where the hell do you get the nerve to say such a thing?

That dry food was sent by me? You're talking nonsense with your eyes open.

Looking at this calm-faced old ancestor, Martial Brother Ma felt his heart ache intensely.

This old thing has no idea how precious that dry food is within the sect.

Especially since Elder Ye hasn't been around the sect often, the value of that dry food has skyrocketed, becoming a hard currency in the sect, even more sought after than spirit crystals.

Since joining the sect, for those twenty-plus portions of dry food, this old thing has no idea how much he has sacrificed.

That's after going through blades mountains and fire seas, risking his life for the sect, getting injured, only then did he painstakingly accumulate them one by one.

Usually, after completing a mission and returning, as long as his sect contributions were sufficient, he would immediately exchange for a portion of dry food.

Every time he saw those accumulated savings, Martial Brother Ma felt his hardships were not in vain.

Especially when indulging in eating one portion, that feeling made it feel even more worthwhile.

But now, this old thing actually dares to snatch his dry food—it's utterly hateful.

What he's snatching isn't his dry food, but his lifeblood; given that, don't blame me.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got; Martial Brother Ma steeled himself, only to see his space ring flash and a long sword appear in his hand.

Before the old ancestor could even grasp what was happening, Martial Brother Ma already had a sword laid horizontally across his own neck.

"What are you doing?"

At first he hadn't reacted yet, feeling doubtful in his heart, while Martial Brother Ma gritted his teeth and shouted.

"I'll ask you one more time: will you return the dry food or not? If not, we'll die together—I'll slit my throat right now."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, the old ancestor finally reacted—right, they had sworn brotherhood, their lives bound together.

Although his cultivation level wouldn't actually cost him his life, just like the Three Ancestors of the Barbarian God Tribe, it would still entail a huge price.

He cannot bear that cost.

But the old ancestor never expected this kid to risk his life like that, leaving him dazed for a moment.

Looking at Martial Brother Ma before him with a complex gaze, he opened his mouth and weakly said.

"Kid, calm down, you're still young, there's no need……………………"

But this time, it was Martial Brother Ma's turn not to listen to the old thing's words; he directly interrupted.

"Stop pulling this useless nonsense on me—I just ask one thing: will you return the dry food or not? If not, my sword here has no eyes."

Those words sounded tough, but if you didn't see the blade's tip pressed against his own neck, they'd still have some presence.

But you're holding a sword to your own neck and still threatening others—really, that's a bit absurd, isn't it?

Yet the old ancestor actually bought into this, seeing the icy blade edge pressed tightly against his skin—just a little more force and his head would roll; the old ancestor's mouth twitched.

Is this kid really that crazy? Crazier than anyone he's ever seen in his life, threatening him with his own life?

Seeing Martial Brother Ma's resolute gaze, the old ancestor knew he wasn't joking, and grinned.

"Kid, don't get worked up; I think we can sit down and talk—how about this: we split the dry food fifty-fifty?"

However, Martial Brother Ma hesitated not at all, and shouted directly.

"I think you really want to die together."

"You……………………"

"Cut the nonsense— that dry food is mine; hand it over and we'll call it even. If you refuse, I'll definitely lose my head today and die with you."

Faced with Martial Brother Ma's resolute attitude, the old ancestor only felt a bit numb—this is indeed a crazy kid; why hadn't he noticed before?

If it were his own junior disciples, the old ancestor naturally wouldn't believe this—with their weak spines, do they even have the guts?

But the problem is, facing Martial Brother Ma before him, he truly dares not gamble, afraid that if this kid doesn't see reason and just slits his throat, then there'd be nowhere left to cry.

"Fine, I'll return it—but I ate five portions last night, so only fifteen remain."

Upon hearing that, Martial Brother Ma instantly became agitated.

"What did you say? I normally can't bear to eat it, and you ate five portions in one night? Fine, fine, fine—I think you really want to die with me; come on, take my life, old thing."

Seeing this, the old ancestor also panicked—this is a matter of life and death.

He hurried forward, grabbed Martial Brother Ma to stop him, and urged.

"I couldn't help myself either—it's not that serious, not that serious; there are still fifteen portions left."

"Just die."

But Martial Brother Ma wouldn't listen at all; seeing this, the old ancestor, while acting, repeatedly urged.

"Don't rush, don't rush—worst case, I'll compensate you later; with my cultivation, producing a few portions of dry food isn't difficult, no need to risk our lives."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're not deceiving me?"

"Would I dare to deceive you?"

Finally, after the old ancestor promised to compensate the dry food, Martial Brother Ma reluctantly agreed.

Afterward, once the old ancestor entered the storeroom and returned the remaining fifteen portions of dry food to him, Martial Brother Ma sheathed his sword.

At that point, the old ancestor finally breathed a sigh of relief, having finally managed to rein in this crazy kid.

Immediately, without waiting for him to speak, Martial Brother Ma turned and walked toward the outside of the Dong Fu; seeing this, the old ancestor shouted.

"What are you going to do?"

"Going to eat breakfast, aren't you?"

"Damn."

Hearing that, he then remembered—the mealtime was just about to arrive; earlier he had also been planning to hurry over to eat breakfast.

Being disturbed by this crazy kid, I almost forgot, nearly missing the Shíchén.

Immediately, they hurried to catch up, shouting.

Wait for me.

It's not that you're too slow; I, old man, will fly you.

On the way to the Canteen, this old ancestor disliked how slow Ma Shī xiōng was flying, grabbed his neck, and directly flew past with him.

The Primordial Clan old ancestor's speed is absolutely outrageous; even without tearing space or shuttling through the void, that speed leaves Ma Shī xiōng unable to adapt for a moment.

At that speed, the air was almost sparking from friction.

The wind blowing on the body felt like countless blades cutting the flesh.

Ma Shī xiōng couldn't help but shout.

No, you damn well aren't protecting me; you want to kill us both?

Huh???

Hearing that, the old ancestor finally realized, then completely forgot about it.

At his speed, it was indeed hard for this kid to bear; lowering his head, he saw that Ma Shī xiōng's body was already covered in blood.

Although not fatal, they were merely flesh wounds, yet looking at them was utterly horrifying.

His face instantly showed an embarrassed look, and he laughed apologetically.

In a moment of panic, I forgot.

Then you still haven't slowed down.

Don't worry, I, old man, will protect you.

Immediately, the old ancestor used his own spiritual energy to shield Ma Shī xiōng, and only then did the two continue sprinting toward the Fire Room.