Chapter 316: Old Duck Soup

All the holy ones of Putuo Temple were numb at this time.

How did we end up fighting ourselves? Dao Yi Sect must be sick.

"I think it might be good to keep some distance from Dao Yi Sect."

"Junior Brother Jue Ming, you go receive Dao Yi Sect; be careful, these people definitely have problems."

Even Jue Xin had a strange expression; for a moment he didn't know what to say, remained silent for a while, and only uttered one sentence.

"Closely monitor them, but don't get too close."

In the eyes of all the holy ones of Putuo Temple, this Dao Yi Sect isn't just Shi Song crazy; every single one of them is crazy.

On the other side, at the Dao Yi Sect's encampment, time rewinds to earlier, when the Dao Yi Sect members had just settled down.

Seeing many senior brothers badly injured and weak, Ye Zhangqing secretly calculated in his heart.

"With Purple Mansion Realm cultivation, that should be enough to make it, right?"

As cultivation increased, the system also underwent some changes, mainly concerning the dishes.

Each dish was graded by the system into four levels: starting from ordinary, then superior, perfect, and ultimate.

For the same dish, different grades produce vastly different effects.

With Ye Zhangqing's current Purple Mansion Realm cultivation, some dishes can already reach perfect grade; this is why the disciples of Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak have recently sped up their cultivation considerably.

Pills have little effect on the side effects of forbidden techniques, but food can help, mainly by nourishing and speeding up everyone's recovery.

"Senior Brother, come help."

"Junior Brother Zhangqing, Senior Brother really has no strength left."

He said to Xu Jie and the others nearby; hearing this, Xu Jie replied listlessly, he truly didn't want to move a finger right now.

Ye Zhangqing was actually quite weak too, but lying like this, when will he recover?

Moreover, we are still on Fomen's turf; who knows if Putuo Temple will suddenly go crazy, we could take this opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Therefore, recovering quickly is very necessary.

"I plan to cook."

"Junior Brother, tell me what you need me to do."

Upon hearing about cooking, Xu Jie struggled to his up, eyes shining as he spoke.

Not only him, Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao and the others nearby were the same.

Still weak, but their expressions completely changed, looking like they could do it.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing curled his lips, knowing it would be like this; just moments ago they were half-dead, but at the mention of food they each became as energized as if injected with chicken blood.

He ordered Xu Jie and the others to get a few blood ducks, Ye Zhangqing planned to make a pot of old duck soup.

With his current skill, he should be able to achieve superior grade.

【Old Duck Soup: the broth is clear and fragrant, the taste fresh and delicious, the duck fat yellow and glossy, the meat tender, crisp, fresh and delicious; it is a food that combines gourmet, health preservation, traditional nourishment, warming and conditioning into one.】

Looking at the system's description of old duck soup, Ye Zhangqing nodded in satisfaction.

This should help everyone recover quickly.

Food differs from pills; simply put, pills are more of a hard treatment, while food is generally a soft nourishment.

Upon hearing that Ye Zhangqing would cook, all the disciples couldn't help but get excited.

First, wash the blood duck and cut it into small pieces; then peel the Chinese yam and cut it into small pieces, and clean the lotus seeds.

Add clear water to the soup pot, bring the duck meat to a boil and skim off the foam.

Then add the Chinese yam and lotus seeds, simmer over low heat for two Shíchén.

Finally add goji berries and an appropriate amount of salt; a pot of delicious, nourishing old duck soup is thus completed.

It's not difficult; Ye Zhangqing just needs to rest aside and watch the fire.

When the old duck soup came out of the pot, many disciples' eyes lit up; although their bodies were fatigued, facing Ye Zhangqing's food they still erupted into fierce scuffling.

"Junior Brother, your forbidden technique is probably just beginner level, with bigger side effects; I think you shouldn't fight with Senior Brother over this meal."

"Hah, Senior Brother, you look down on me? Binding Hand."

"Clear Flow Wall."

For a moment, various techniques emerged in the courtyard.

But this technique is strange; due to the side effects of forbidden techniques, the originally realm-level Binding Hand, when executed, amounted to only a damn thread of spiritual power.

It couldn't even tie up a dog, let alone deal with Dao Yi Sect disciples.

Yet, facing this crippled version of Binding Hand, this senior brother's Clear Flow Wall was even more absurd.

Not only was it palm-sized, but it was damn thin like paper, breaking with a casual poke.

Even so, the disciples still refused to back down and launched into a fierce fight.

"Soft Palm."

One palm strike flew out less than half a meter before dissipating outright.

"Hahaha, Junior Brother, your Soft Palm still needs cultivation; look at my Flowing Light Step."

He stepped out, a flow of light flashed under his foot, but it was only a fleeting glance; looking again, he'd moved less than half a meter, damn it.

"Holy shit............."

Normally a casual step would be over a hundred meters, this Flowing Light Step that twists and turns now only moves less than half a meter, damn it.

That disciple flew into a rage and cursed loudly.

Others wanted to throw punches, but their bodies swayed, unable to muster any strength.

Outside, the Putuo Temple disciples on guard saw this scene, each with extremely strange expressions.

"What are those Dao Yi Sect disciples doing?"

"Are they fighting?"

"Impossible, you're this weak and still want to fight?"

"Go quickly inform the abbot."

"I can't even understand it now; you're like this, and you still want to go all out, and it's you hitting yourselves?"

"Watching the senior brothers fight to no end, Ye Zhangqing also had a Black Line, shouting while grabbing his neck."

"Everyone, senior brothers, there's plenty, no need to fight over it."

"I thought with so many people they'd calm down, but damn it, they started fighting again over who was before whom."

"The courtyard was in chaos; at a glance it looked like a bunch of old men fighting."

"Their fists were soft and weak, their movements wobbly; sometimes they threw a punch that missed, and they themselves ended up falling flat on their backs."

"While fighting, they slowly approached the pot; Ye Zhangqing ladled out soup for everyone, and only then did they gradually calm down."

"After a bowl of old duck soup entered their stomachs, everyone felt warm inside; their previously weak bodies actually recovered somewhat."

"Not bad, Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, this bowl of old duck soup works better than elixirs."

"Exactly, exactly, any more? Give me another bowl."

"You're dreaming if you think you'll get any; if anyone's coming, it's me—my forbidden technique is of higher rank, with stronger side effects."

"If you say that, then I've been using it even longer."

"Bullshit, if we're counting, it's about how many bald donkeys you've dealt with—I just fought a hundred, so if we're adding soup, I should go first."

"A hundred? You've got nerve—I was surrounded and beaten by five hundred bald donkeys, what did I say?"

"Enough, enough, this is nothing; I just dealt with twenty elders from Putuo Temple."

"Pfft, fellow senior brothers, look, I'm coughing up blood."

"In order to get more soup, the disciples started arguing again; some even forced their qi and blood to reverse, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood, just to be able to take another sip."