Chapter 3029: Why do I feel unafraid now?

Qi Xiong listened to Senior Brother Ma's explanation, stared straight at him for a few breaths, then said seriously.

"You weren't threatened, were you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, that old ancestor became anxious right away.

"No, what kind of talk is this? You don't believe my words, and you don't believe your own disciple's words either."

Senior Brother Ma, on the other hand, nodded heavily and said.

"Sect Master, rest assured, the disciple wasn't threatened, and these are only superficial injuries; a check by the Sect Master will make it clear."

Upon hearing that, Qi Xiong didn't say anything more, but still checked as instructed.

After confirming that this kid really only suffered some superficial injuries and was indeed severed by a wind blade, he nodded.

"As long as it's fine."

It was indeed a misunderstanding; everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for the group of Xiāntiān rénzú, who looked resentfully at their own ancestor—you pulled this stunt first thing in the morning, truly frightening.

In response, that old ancestor cursed inwardly, he just wanted to have breakfast.

At that moment, inside the Fire Room, a rich aroma wafted out.

Today's breakfast was beef noodles, but the beef came from a Primordial Demon Race, so the aroma was far richer than what everyone had eaten before.

Many Xiāntiān rénzú also smelled this aroma for the first time, immediately forgetting the previous matter as saliva flowed out.

"How is this aroma even more fragrant than before?"

"Yeah, just smelling it makes me feel like I can barely hold back."

"This is the aroma of the Primordial Demon Race; it's definitely more fragrant than ordinary demon race ingredients."

The group of Xiāntiān rénzú had never eaten Primordial Demon Race before; a disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect explained.

However, regarding this, the Xiāntiān rénzú, looking at their sworn brothers, someone couldn't help but curl their lips and say.

"You dare come over now?"

Just now those guys retreated far away in an instant, for fear of being hurt by them.

Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, they actually came close on their own.

Upon hearing that, the Dao One Immortal Sect disciples didn't mind, grinning widely.

"Just now we hadn't figured it out yet; being cautious is only natural."

"That may be true, but your action of stepping back really chills the heart."

"I'm just putting safety first."

With the thick skin of a Dao One Immortal Sect disciple, it's naturally impossible to feel embarrassed over this; it's nothing, nothing to be embarrassed about.

Moreover, as the beef noodle aroma grew richer, this minor matter was naturally soon forgotten.

After not too long, the meal finally began; the Xiāntiān rénzú who were eating Primordial Demon Race ingredients for the first time.

One bite in, the flavor was simply astonishing.

What they had eaten before was already divine delicacy to them, and now, with higher-grade ingredients, it was even more an embellishment, raising the overall taste to a higher level.

For a while they couldn't stop eating, unable to help but sigh.

This is the flavor of the Primordial Demon Race, damn, they used to live like dogs before.

Sitting on a gold mine right in front of them yet not knowing how to eat it, just thinking about it feels like a huge loss.

If they had known earlier that these Primordial Demon Race possessed such deliciousness, they wouldn't have needed to wait for those beasts to come attacking.

Instead, they would periodically try every means to bring back a batch of its ingredients, making offense and defense interchangeable.

Regretting their earlier foolishness, they failed to recognize such a treasure, guarding a gold mine yet not knowing how to use it at all.

While eating, they felt endless regret.

As a big bowl of beef noodles went down, the group of Xiāntiān rénzú burped while feeling endless remorse.

"Sigh, what have we missed all along?"

"Exactly, if I had known it was this delicious, I would have definitely captured those beasts earlier."

"Stop bragging."

"I wouldn't look for the weak."

However, overall, after finishing that bowl of rice, the Xiāntiān rénzú's fear of those Primordial Demon Race indeed lessened considerably.

With such delicious ingredients, they'd only want more—who would be afraid of them?

One breakfast made these Xiāntiān rénzú completely broaden their horizons; they all thought that, should they encounter Primordial Demon Race again in the future, they would bring back a batch no matter what, just to taste it.

Having eaten and drunk their fill, it was time to attend to proper business.

However, this is a matter for the two old ancestors; others can't help.

To let the Immortal Realm swiftly transform into the Primordial Divine Realm, only figures of old ancestor level could possibly achieve it; others cannot.

Naturally, Ye Zhangqing doesn't need to participate in these matters.

After the meal, he simply returned to his Dong Fu to rest on his own.

But on the way back to the Dong Fu, he bumped head‑on into a five‑ or six‑year‑old little boy.

Pink and chubby, like a little meatball, with big eyes blinking, it blocked Ye Zhangqing's path.

He took a deep sniff and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Big brother, you smell so good."

"Huh???"

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing wondered, how could there be a child in the sect, and he hadn't heard anyone recently having offspring.

Moreover, at that age, it's even less likely to be a sect disciple.

Although he's usually not in the sect, the sect still has requirements for recruiting disciples—who would bring a child in?

With no one else around, Ye Zhangqing curiously asked the little boy.

"Where are your parents? Who are they?"

"I wanted to ask this little brat's parents, just send him back directly."

"However, the little boy shook his head, looking puzzled."

"What are parents?"

"Huh???"

"Looking at this little boy's lively eyes, he doesn't seem like someone who hasn't even gained awareness yet; besides, not even knowing who his parents are is going too far."

"Unable to ask about his parents, Ye Zhangqing asked instead."

"How did you end up here? Who brought you into the sect?"

"Hearing that, the little boy spoke with clear eyes."

"I came on my own, following the scent, and finally found big brother."

"Being drawn here by the scent isn't strange, but shouldn't you be going to the canteen? What does it mean to follow the smell and find yourself? I'm not food."

"After some conversation, I still couldn't get anything out of the little boy."

"Moreover, the little boy seems to have no cultivation; anyway, Ye Zhangqing felt no trace of spiritual power flowing from him."

"He probably hasn't started cultivating yet."

"It's just strange that the sect suddenly had a little child appear."

"I originally planned to send him to Qi Xiong and Shi Song's place, so the sect could see whose offspring he is."

"But this little child seems to have latched onto Ye Zhangqing, insisting on staying by his side."

"Qi Xiong wasn't in the sect either; he left together with the two ancient ancestors of the Xiantian Human Race, leaving only Hong Zun to stay and guard the sect."

"Just look at this guy, his face flushed from drinking; at a glance he's not someone who can handle a kid, he doesn't get it."

"After thinking it over, with no other choice, Ye Zhangqing could only bring the little boy all the way back to his own cave dwelling, temporarily looking after him to make sure no danger arises."