Chapter 436: The Delicacy Reappears on the Battlefield

Jiangshan's shout — let alone the two old ancestors of Yuan Mountain, even Yu Mo and the three others were all stunned.

They're damn here to help you, what the hell do you mean now?

The three of them looked at each other, still not understanding what was meant.

Seeing Yu Mo and the three others stunned, Jiangshan couldn't help but continue shouting loudly.

"What are you standing there for? Get moving, join forces and behead these two old demons."

"Oh."

Hearing that, Yuan Cang nodded dumbly, then made a move and attacked one of the two demon sovereign old ancestors together with Jiangshan.

Seeing that, Yu Mo and Wang Man also came to their senses and joined the battle.

Originally they came to help, but now they've fallen into a siege; the two Yuan Mountain old ancestors are furious.

"Damn it, rotten wood cannot be carved."

In their view, Jiangshan and Peng Yun are simply brain‑dead, unable to tell friend from foe.

It's as if they deliberately walked into a trap; now it's two against five, and even escaping is a problem.

And such a good opportunity, Yu Mo and the three others naturally won't let it slip.

If we can kill them, we definitely should; eliminating these two old demons also solves a major worry for the Dao Yi Sect.

After all, they've been constantly eyed by three demon sovereigns; it's no trivial matter — not fearing thieves stealing, but fearing thieves eyeing you.

They gave no chance; the surrounding space was directly sealed.

In less than one Shíchén of combat, the two demon sovereigns were completely suppressed, their bodies covered with many wounds.

However, trying to slay a demon sovereign in a short time is obviously difficult.

As time passed bit by bit, the battle showed no sign of ending, whether here with Yu Mo and company or down at the main battlefield.

However, at this moment on the main battlefield of the Dao Yi Sect and Qing Yun Sect, the Dao Yi disciples fought with ever‑greater vigor, mainly because Ye Zhangqing had set up a big pot behind the lines.

Originally he hadn't planned to cook, but Ye Zhangqing initially joined the fight as well.

But as they fought, Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and a few others deliberately came to his side and spoke earnestly.

"Junior Brother Changqing, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Ah, actually everyone has their own strengths; Junior Brother Changqing is no different — on this battlefield, finding the right method lets one perfectly unleash their advantages."

Hearing Xu Jie's words, Ye Zhangqing wore a puzzled look, "What are you hinting at?"

"Senior Brother's meaning............"

"Oh, nothing much, I was just thinking that if we could have a bowl of rich broth now, I believe everyone's combat power would surely increase greatly."

Saying that, he looked at Ye Zhangqing with eager anticipation, and Zhao Zhengping and the others beside him did the same.

Just like that, Ye Zhangqing set up the pot and boiled the soup; as the aroma spread, sure enough, the Dao Yi disciples all became excited.

Apart from the still‑confused Blood Blade Peak disciples, the Divine Sword Peak, Jade Maiden Peak, and Literary Academy Peak disciples were all as if injected with chicken blood.

"Steady, take turns, don't chaos — my Divine Sword Peak goes first."

"Bullshit, last time it was you guys; this time it's definitely my turn."

"Our Literary Academy Peak isn't good at martial combat, so it should be us."

"Xu Jie, what are you guys doing?"

Everyone was still scrambling for the soup order, but Xu Jie and the others had already rushed to the pot, picked up their bowls and started gulping it down.

Why say all this at a time like this? Just get stuck in.

That scene outside the Jinhai Yingdi camp before seems to have reoccurred; the difference is that this time Ye Zhangqing's high‑bone broth works even better.

It not only relieves pain quickly, but also increasingly aids injury recovery.

Some simple external wounds almost visibly heal before your eyes.

"Hold on a bit, I'll go sip some soup and be right back."

Hong Zun was jointly fending off three Qing Yun Sect sages with Qing Shi when he just spoke; but as he turned his head, Qing Shi's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Only Qing Shi's shout came from afar.

"Old drunkard, hold on, I'll take a sip first."

"Damn, do you still have any shame?"

Dao Yi Sect disciples on the battlefield kept disappearing as they fought, leaving the Qing Yun Sect disciples bewildered — what the hell does that mean?

The Blood Blade Peak disciples were the same.

"Senior Brother, what are you guys............"

"Nothing much, Senior Brother just got slashed twice, going back to take a pill; Junior Brother, you hold the line for now."

Huh???

Do you have to damn well go back to take the pill?

At first they were doubtful, but later some Blood Blade Peak disciples also tried coming to Ye Zhangqing's big pot and drank a bowl of soup.

At such a critical moment, naturally no one cares who it is — as long as they're a Dao Yi Sect disciple, anyone can have a bowl.

When the Blood Blade Peak disciples tasted the soup's flavor, they were instantly astonished.

No wonder, no wonder — with such a good thing, these bastards damn well kept it hidden and never even asked their fellow brothers.

Having never tasted such a delicacy, after drinking it they rushed back to the battlefield; when asked by their fellow Blood Blade Peak brothers and sisters, those who had just been cursing the Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak disciples answered without hesitation.

"Junior Brother, where did you go?"

"Oh, just now I was slashed eighteen times in a row, went back and took a pill."

Huh???

Hearing that, this senior brother gave me a weird up‑and‑down look, "You think I'm an idiot?"

You've slashed eighteen times? You damn still have the life to stand here and talk to me?

Facing the senior brother's strange gaze, this junior brother also felt somewhat guilty.

"Senior brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You...... were you cut by a nail clipper?"

This whole body, except for a small wound on the shoulder, is completely unharmed. Tell me how you managed to slash eighteen times?

Upon hearing that, the junior brother's old face turned red, and he changed the subject.

"Don't make a fuss, senior brother, this junior brother was cut by a soul-slashing strike, each blow landing on the soul."

Huh???

The more he spoke, the damn more absurd it became, and such things keep happening.

When drinking soup, he angrily cursed Divine Sword Peak; the Jade Maiden Peak disciples lack righteousness, fellow sect brothers and sisters, they actually don't mention this good fortune.

But once he returns, encountering unaware fellow sect brothers and sisters, without exception, they all act like Divine Sword Peak and Jade Maiden Peak—don't ask, if asked, they say they took a pill.

But such concealment is obviously not long-lasting, and everyone is not an idiot.

More and more Blood Blade Peak disciples discovered the secret, rushing to drink the soup.

Gradually, not only Dao Yi Sect disciples, but even Qing Yun Sect disciples noticed something amiss; someone turned their gaze toward the big cauldron behind the battlefield, their eyes full of suspicion.

"There's a problem, senior brother definitely has a problem."

"Where?"

"Those few big cauldrons and tables—I just looked, Dao Yi Sect disciples occasionally go there to drink something."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that, the senior brother also looked over, and indeed, many Dao Yi Sect disciples were gathered there drinking something.

"Rush over and take a look, flip this table."

Although we don't know what's going on, flipping it will definitely be fine; no matter what the Dao Yi Sect disciples are drinking, destroying it with eyes closed is correct.