Chapter 483: then translation of chapter title

His gaze swept seriously over everyone present, Qi Xiong looking as if he hated iron for not becoming steel.

Actually, I've wanted to say this for a while—you are all elders and peak masters of my Dao Yi Sect, the main pillars of the sect.

You bear not only the responsibility of the sect, but also that of the entire Human Race of Dongzhou.

But look at you now—where is any trace of a sage's dignity? Even before the disciples you act like this; don't you feel ashamed?

Just ask, if our Shīzūn were still alive, seeing you like this, what would he think?

Under Qi Xiong's scolding, everyone stood frozen, an involuntary flash of shame crossing their eyes.

Although still somewhat confused, not knowing why the Senior Brother suddenly said this, they nevertheless felt guilty in their hearts.

Watching everyone lower their heads in silence, Qi Xiong took a deep breath and finally fixed his gaze on Qing Shi.

Hey, Qing bro, can you give me that pig trotter first?

Holy shit.........

I am ashamed to be in the same company as someone like you.

You are not worthy to be my Senior Brother.

Seeing Qi Xiong's face change in an instant, everyone flew into a rage: 'If you want the pig trotter, just take it—why spout all this nonsense?'

But Qi Xiong was a step faster; while everyone was stunned, he snatched the pig trotter and began gnawing on it.

I was just goading you.

I don't believe you.

Get lost.

Qi Xiong happily gnawed on the pig trotter, his gaze furtively flicking to Yin Chen's table—the trotter was already gone.

This is why he went to such lengths to seize that trotter—it was the last one.

When everyone discovered this fact, they were furious beyond measure—sneaky, deceitful, utterly without scruples.

Likewise, Yin Chen and company were even angrier; they had been eating comfortably, but when they turned their heads, the large plate of pig trotters was gone.

Huh? Where did it go? My majesty's huge plate of pig trotters—where did it go?

Because just now Qi Xiong's group had been communicating via Spiritual Voice Transmission, while Yin Chen's trio were busy eating, and moreover Qing Shi's technique was extremely practiced, so they noticed nothing.

Now, upon turning their heads, the trotter was gone.

Yin Chen glared angrily, finally fixing his gaze on Qi Xiong, who was gnawing the trotter.

Qi Xiong, you damned thief, you stole my majesty's pig trotter!

Bullshit, this is clearly my pig trotter.

You................

Without giving Yin Chen a chance to speak, Qi Xiong devoured the trotter in two or three bites, not even spitting out the bone; seeing this, the formerly angry Yin Chen was dumbfounded.

Holy shit, you.......... you you............

What 'you'?

You damn well eat pig trotter without spitting out the bone?

What bone? That's the essence.

What kind of mouth is this—eating the trotter of a mountain pig spirit, bone and all?

After finishing it in a few bites, Qi Xiong saw the other dishes on Yin Chen's table, but they were obviously hard to snatch, and now Yin Chen's group were on guard, so the chance wasn't great.

His eyes darted; Qi Xiong immediately rose, holding his wine cup, and approached Yin Chen's table with a smiling face.

Your Majesty Yin, although we've had some grudges before, it's also said that no fight, no acquaintance—come, let me toast you; let bygones be bygones, how about that?

Seeing Qi Xiong suddenly become enthusiastic, Yin Chen was full of question marks—what was this about?

However, since Qi Xiong's group were being so courteous, it naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony, raising its cup in response.

Good.

Haha, refreshing.

After downing it in one gulp, Qi Xiong seemingly casually picked up a vegetable with his chopsticks to go with the drink.

Afterward, Qi Xiong began drinking with Yin Chen's group.

Seeing this, Hong Zun and the others naturally reacted quickly, each one enthusiastically coming over to toast.

Come, come, come, Your Majesty Yin, let me toast you.

Bottoms up.

Not bad, not bad—come, fill this cup and drink.

Amidst the lively exchanges, Yin Chen's group hadn't yet come to their senses when Hong Zun and company left again.

As the saying goes, they came fast and left fast—the contrast was still huge.

One moment Qi Xiong and company were enthusiastically raising their cups; the next, they collected their smiles, turned and left without hesitation.

What's the meaning?

Muttering in confusion, after having drunk several cups, just as they were about to eat a bite, they lowered their heads and saw—damn it, the plates on the table were practically licked clean to a shine.

Qi Xiong.............

Immediately realizing what was going on, they also wondered why these humans were so enthusiastic—turns out they were after the dishes.

They roared in anger, but by then there was no trace of Qi Xiong and company.

After the plates and tables were cleared, the crowd had long since vanished.

Seeing the table full of plates licked spotless, Yin Chen's heart was a tangle of emotions—it had only eaten a few bites.

Damn it, this bunch of beasts from the Dao Yi Sect never speaks a word of truth.

Cursing, they gathered the plates and headed toward the nearby sink.

After having tasted Ye Zhangqing's cooking once, Yin Chen's group could no longer stay calm, trying every way to figure out the rules of eating.

At every Fàn diǎn, we see three ghost kings waiting honestly outside the kitchen.

As for that, Ye Zhangqing didn't make things difficult either; after all, there weren't many people, adding three more was no problem.

Moreover, Qi Xiong and the others wanted to subjugate the Ghost Valley; if they could have the cooperation of the ghost kings, that would naturally be even better.

After suffering a big loss the first time, Yin-spirits also became smarter; at Dao Yi Sect, eating meals quickly, the emphasis is on a swift sweep like wind rolling away clouds.

You eat so slowly, you don't even get to lick the plate.

As for Zhu Wu, although Ye Zhangqing didn't accept it as a disciple, it has been following behind Ye Zhangqing, willing to endure any hardship.

Chopping vegetables, washing vegetables, cleaning the kitchen—these miscellaneous chores were all handled by it.

Even things that Xu Jie and the others weren't good at, Zhu Wu handled them very well.

Selecting ingredients, fiddling with seasonings—Zhu Wu, who is essentially a ghost chef, can do all of these very well.

Thus, Ye Zhangqing relaxed.

Moreover, after tasting Ye Zhangqing's cooking, Zhu Wu became even more determined to become his disciple.

After several days of getting along, Ye Zhangqing also came to basically understand Zhu Wu.

Not very bright, a bit stubborn in personality, but simple-hearted.

After asking Qi Xiong, whether Dao Yi Sect could accept evil spirits as disciples, Qi Xiong's answer was that in principle it's not allowed, but Ye Zhangqing taking on disciples has nothing to do with the sect.

The implication is that Zhu Wu can live within Dao Yi Sect, but the sect does not recognize it; outwardly, it is merely Ye Zhangqing's disciple.

Having received the answer, Ye Zhangqing nodded, but he wasn't in a rush; he would wait and see.

Thanks to the food's effect, the Yin-spirits' attitude toward Dao Yi Sect, especially toward Ye Zhangqing, has undergone a complete 180-degree turn; at least their speech is now polite and much more enthusiastic.

That day, when the group had progressed halfway, a Yin-spirit came up to Ye Zhangqing on its own initiative and said.

"Little Brother Ye, how about we don't go forward here and instead go elsewhere?"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing asked doubtfully.

"That...... mainly because this is the territory of the Soul King."

Saying this, Yin-spirit glanced unnaturally at Bai Hua Xianzi, then gritted its teeth and said.

"This guy has always liked Bai Hua Xianzi, so.............."