Chapter 35: Comfortable

Hearing the clamor all around, Ye Zhangqing was completely bewildered; I didn't do anything, why did that Killing Tiger hate me so much just now?

Heaven and earth as my witness, I really didn't say anything, and it's not that he wanted to exterminate the Black Tiger Abyss.

I inexplicably earned a grudge from a primordial demon, and what's the situation now? We've already wiped out the Black Tiger Abyss—isn't that enough? Do we still have to attack Huling?

Just as Ye Zhangqing was still completely confused, the Grand Elder of the Dao Yi Sect appeared, facing the Divine Sword Peak disciples who were shouting about attacking Huling.

The Grand Elder roared with a grim face.

All be quiet.

Terrifying spiritual power fluctuations swept across the Black Tiger Abyss; the disciples instantly felt immense pressure, and their shouts ceased abruptly.

All eyes turned to the arriving Grand Elder.

How did you, old thing, show up?

Seeing this, Hong Zun spoke with a drunken expression; seeing his appearance, the Grand Elder became even more furious.

Junior brother, your Divine Sword Peak disciples have become promising—exterminating the Black Tiger Abyss isn't enough, you still want to attack Huling? How, are you planning collective suicide?

Facing the Grand Elder's anger, Hong Zun continued to speak lazily.

This isn't my fault; my Divine Sword Peak was just carrying out a mission—the Black Tiger Abyss sent five purple demons to Leshan Town, breaking the rules, so my Divine Sword Peak's extermination of them is justified, right?

Justified?

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder was laughed into anger: 'You, Divine Sword Peak, have thousands of disciples mobilized at once, such a grand show—this is called justified? It's simply outrageous!'

Too lazy to continue nonsense with Hong Zun, the Grand Elder directly said:

Other matters can be discussed later; now, immediately, at once, take your Divine Sword Peak people and return with me.

Joking, if we really let those Divine Sword Peak disciples attack Huling, a human-demon war would probably break out in the next second.

Seeing this, Hong Zun didn't object and casually nodded.

Fine, fine, fine, it's no big deal; seeing how worked up you are, I'm saying, senior brother, your mindset still isn't mature enough.

Hong Zun..............

Facing Hong Zun's complaints, the originally white-haired, youthful-faced Grand Elder's face flushed red with anger as he shouted.

He pulled at his ears, obviously not taking it to heart; inadvertently glancing at the sky, Hong Zun's expression suddenly changed.

Holy crap, it's dinner time.

Hearing this, many Divine Sword Peak disciples also drastically changed expression: 'How did it become dinner time already?'

Little Qing, let's go.

It's time to eat, we can't delay; Hong Zun immediately took Ye Zhangqing and left.

Peak Master, wait a moment; the kitchen has no ingredients, let me inform Steward Qian.

Qian Cai.

Here.

Let's go back together.

Taking Ye Zhangqing and Qian Cai, the three rode Xiao Bai and with a flick vanished from the spot.

In response, the Divine Sword Peak disciples present all scattered in an uproar, hastily pursuing; their speed was practically at the extreme.

The originally chaotic Black Tiger Abyss, in the blink of an eye, was left littered with demon beast corpses, and the Grand Elder stood dazed in midair.

After a moment, seeing the empty surroundings, the Grand Elder's mouth twitched, and he silently cursed.

These Divine Sword Peak people are really crazy.

Having said that, the Grand Elder's figure also vanished from the spot.

The disciples' speed naturally couldn't match Xiao Bai's, especially with Hong Zun's spiritual power protecting it, Xiao Bai's speed directly reached the extreme.

Feeling this terrifying speed, Ye Zhangqing sighed inwardly, realizing he lacked the ability to unleash Xiao Bai's swiftness—truly sorry.

The surroundings were a blur, and in less than half a Shíchén, Ye Zhangqing's trio had already returned to Divine Sword Peak.

Landing directly in the kitchen, Hong Zun eagerly said:

Little Qing, tell Qian Cai what you need, and let him prepare it.

Having a meal is a big deal; we can't allow the slightest oversight.

Oh.

He responded, then listed the needed ingredients to Qian Cai, who immediately went to prepare them.

Afterward, Ye Zhangqing began busying himself in the kitchen.

Although today's events left Ye Zhangqing somewhat bewildered, I have to say, the actions of the many Divine Sword Peak disciples still moved him a little.

So for tonight's dinner, Ye Zhangqing also plans to make it more abundant.

First, prepare a new dish: steam pot chicken.

Today's battle left many disciples injured, and steam pot chicken helps with healing.

Originally there wasn't enough time, but with Hong Zun present, it's no problem at all.

Using spiritual power to drive it can save a lot of time.

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's request, Hong Zun agreed without hesitation; as long as we can eat, consuming a bit of spiritual power is no problem.

We used over a hundred large pots, preparing enough for six thousand people; everyone who took part today gets a share.

After that came cooking rice, still two new dishes: fragrant celery stir-fried giant-horn beef, and sour-spicy potato shreds.

Giant-horn cattle are proper demon beasts, their value far exceeding that of spotted pigs; previously, Qian Cai would surely not agree to use giant-horn cattle for food, but now—let alone giant-horn cattle—as long as it's an ingredient Qian Cai can obtain, Ye Zhangqing can ask for anything and will spare no effort to satisfy.

Moreover, with Hong Zun's approval, Qian Cai has even fewer scruples.

The aroma of steam pot chicken quickly filled the whole courtyard, along with the beef's fragrance.

After about a Shíchén, many disciples gradually returned to Divine Sword Peak.

However, looking at their pale faces, it seems they each expended considerable energy.

This is natural; on the way back, all the disciples completely disregarded the consumption of Línglì, just to be able to return to Divine Sword Peak as quickly as possible.

They basically had no time to rest; as soon as the disciples returned to Divine Sword Peak, they rushed straight to the mess hall, without reducing their speed at all.

"Line up, line up; today I will eat this bowl of rice no matter what."

"You just killed a single demon beast, and you think you deserve to eat Ye Zhangqing's meal?"

"I, however, killed five whole demon beasts, and earned meritorious service protecting Ye Zhangqing; I therefore deserve a share of this meal."

"Five demon beasts? And you have the nerve to say that? You're short by two digits—I think you don't even need to go to the mess hall today; just go back and face the wall to reflect."

"Although I didn't kill any demon beasts, I have been guarding Ye Zhangqing's side all along, so I naturally deserve a share."

Many disciples shouted and scrambled to reach the mess hall, expecting another bloody battle over food, but when they heard Ye Zhangqing say that anyone who had gone to Black Tiger Abyss would get a meal, everyone instantly became excited.

"Good, Ye Zhangqing, you're straightforward."

"As expected of Ye Zhangqing, Shī xiōng, I've long known that you, kid, are destined for greatness."

Upon learning that there was no need to fight over food and that everyone would get a share, the various flattery from the many disciples was so over the top it was practically taking off.

But Ye Zhangqing also had no time to pay attention to them; feeding six thousand people, even with Hong Zun's help, Ye Zhangqing was still utterly exhausted.