Chapter 3145: Isn't this train of thought not opening?

Seeing Xu Jie bow obediently before him, Hong Zun could hardly not know what this brat was thinking—was he just putting on an act for him?

He twitched the corner of his mouth, feigning calm as he spoke.

"Nonsense, you're not a child anymore; if you've made a mistake, you should learn to bear the consequences yourself."

"Please, Shīzūn, save me."

"I've said it, you're already…………"

"Please, Shīzūn, save me."

"Are you done or not?"

Xu Jie is naturally not the type to swallow his anger; after being scolded like that, he certainly wouldn't just let it go.

Although the master and disciple were just messing around, the matter still needed to be resolved.

Right now Zhao Zhengping has even sent a letter asking when the banquet will start—you really ought to reply to him.

Qi Xiong rubbed his forehead, too lazy to look at this useless master-disciple pair, turned his head and gave Ye Zhangqing a helpless look.

"Ye Zhangqing, what do you think about this…………"

Shirking responsibility certainly won't do; there are so many prominent figures in the Immortal Realm, and the Sword Immortal position is now solidified—you couldn't get out of it even if you wanted to.

For now, the best solution is to trouble Ye Zhangqing to prepare a meal for everyone.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing naturally understood Qi Xiong's meaning—indeed, there was no better option.

He gave the still-arguing master and disciple a speechless glance, then nodded.

"At this point, there's nothing else we can do."

"Ye Zhangqing, you're magnanimous."

Seeing Ye Zhangqing nod, Qi Xiong immediately became delighted.

At present, in this sect, the only person he can't order around is Ye Zhangqing.

Even the sect's master, Yun Xiantai, Qi Xiong dares to argue with—after all, who made him feel guilty about his own deeds?

Back then, by faking his death, he handed over all those major sect affairs to him—at that time he was just a young man in his early hundreds.

He had to handle all the sect's big and small affairs above, and look after countless junior brothers and sisters below; without Qi Xiong, this family would have long since fallen apart.

So even if Yun Xiantai is the master, if he truly angers Qi Xiong, he'll be the one getting yelled at—and even after being scolded, he still has to put on a smile.

But Ye Zhangqing can't do that; first, Ye Zhangqing acts upright—although when he was in the lower realm, the sect did indeed give him shelter.

But compared to that, Ye Zhangqing's repayment to the sect is even greater.

To speak without exaggeration, without Ye Zhangqing, whether the Dao One Immortal Sect could establish a foothold in the Immortal Realm is still up for debate.

So if Ye Zhangqing truly isn't willing, he really has no recourse.

Furthermore, at this banquet, could the grand sect master possibly be absent? He certainly has to take the seat of honor.

He chuckled while praising Ye Zhangqing, then turned his head and saw Hong Zun and his disciple—his face instantly darkened, and he snapped angrily.

"Get lost, all of you, a bunch of good-for-nothings who can't accomplish anything but only cause trouble."

"Senior Brother, you're going too far, I've also done things for the sect…………"

"What have you done for the sect? Invited over dozens of Demon Kings? Racked up tens of millions in debt? Dragged the sect…………"

"Senior Brother, I take my leave."

Without waiting for Qi Xiong to finish, Hong Zun gave a quick bow and turned to leave.

Seeing that, Zhao Zhengping and the others followed suit, each trying to outrun the other.

After they left, Qi Xiong again smiled at Ye Zhangqing.

"Ye Zhangqing, when do you think would be appropriate for this banquet?"

"The day after tomorrow, let's prepare tomorrow."

"Fine, just tell me whatever you need."

He can wait a day or two.

In a muddled way, another banquet came up, and upon hearing the news, everyone naturally rejoiced.

Using the false name of a Sword Immortal to exchange for a banquet by Ye Zhangqing—this is definitely a huge profit.

For a while, Hong Zun's reputation as a Sword Immortal became ever more secure.

No matter who asks, it's truly deserved, with no hidden agenda—it's earned outright.

Two days passed quickly; for Ye Zhangqing, with the sect's help, it wasn't too arduous.

You see, in the sect's canteen now, besides Ye Zhangqing, there are over a hundred Immortal Chefs helping with cooking.

These Immortal Chefs all come from the Cooking King Immortal City; pick any one out, and each is capable of standing on their own.

Even the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens has ten or so of them.

These people help out in the canteen, never complaining, always willing to work.

Many simple tasks don't even need Ye Zhangqing present; everyone can handle them in an orderly fashion.

Ye Zhangqing only needs to manage the final step well.

Thus, cooking in the sect is truly not tiring for Ye Zhangqing.

Of course, as repayment, these Immortal Chefs often have their own private stashes; Ye Zhangqing's delicious dishes almost always have to be tasted by them first.

After all, it's normal for cooks to taste the saltiness and blandness right out of the pot.

By that evening, the canteen was lively again, though the number of people was noticeably fewer than before.

Outside the sect, only those sword-path experts who had 'lent a hand' received invitations.

As for the Dao One Immortal Sect's interior, only the hall masters and a batch of inner disciples were qualified.

Ordinary disciples had no chance to partake in this banquet.

With fewer people, the banquet's standard naturally rose; looking at the array of delicious dishes on the table, everyone's eyes burned with fervor.

This busy help is worth it—many sword Dao experts' eyes lit up; we've scored big this time.

Even Qin ShanHai, Lin Potian, Capture Dragon and the other hall masters of the Dao One Immortal Sect couldn't help but mutter inwardly at the sight of this table of delicious dishes, their eyes darting around.

Everyone was thinking, wondering if they should also organize some Blade Immortal convention, Spear Immortal convention—after all, there's profit to be had.

Take a look at Hong Zun lately—his food is described as "basins full, bowls full"; mainly he can eat without doing anything, how could they not envy him?

Originally, nobody cared about the empty fame of Sword Immortals and Blade Immortals.

I know my own limits; although I've progressed rapidly these past years, I'm still far from the top-tier experts of the Human Race.

But now Hong Zun has already set an example right before our eyes.

That old drunkard has become a Sword Immortal—would it be over the top for them to create a Blade Immortal and a Spear Immortal?

Of course, that's not the main point; the main point is that there's food to eat.

Moreover, it's not just simple pot meals; it's a banquet—when could you normally just eat something like that?

Only during festivals do you get a chance to have a bite.

With countless thoughts racing through his mind, the more he thought about it the more feasible it seemed; Qin ShanHai and Lin Potian sat together, the fellow disciples' gazes unintentionally colliding, after locking eyes Lin Potian spoke first.

"Junior brother, what are you thinking about?"

"I want to become a Blade Immortal."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, Qin ShanHai's reply was no-nonsense, getting straight to the point.

Upon hearing that, Lin Potian blinked, then nodded slightly; the idea isn't bad, but timing needs attention—after all, if they held it at the same time, Changqing might not be able to keep up.