Chapter 485: with translation of chapter title

With the support of the three women, Ye Zhangqing came to the pavilion and sat together with Hong Zun and the others.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing, Hong Zun, Qing Shi and the other old guys all gave a cheap thumbs-up.

"If anything, it's you young people."

"Haha, exactly, exactly."

Facing the teasing of those shameless old guys, Ye Zhangqing didn't answer—what could he say?

At that moment, Zhu Wu brought over a bowl of double whip soup respectfully.

"Master, have some to replenish."

"You................."

Seeing Zhu Wu's worried expression, Ye Zhangqing ultimately didn't curse, taking the soup bowl with a strange expression.

"Alas, I never thought that after two lives as a person, I would one day sink to the point of drinking double whip soup."

After taking a sip, finding the taste not bad, he casually asked.

"What is it stewed with?"

"Fire bull whip and snow deer whip."

"Oh, fire bull and snow............... what did you say?"

Staring wide-eyed at Zhu Wu, "Are you trying to harm me, you bastard?"

Fire bull and snow deer, one yin one yang, mutually clashing, you actually stewed them together for me?

Seeing Ye Zhangqing's strong reaction, Hong Zun and the others beside him also wondered.

"What's wrong, is there a problem?"

They also drank this double whip soup this morning; although the taste couldn't compare to Ye Zhangqing's, it was better than nothing.

Seeing everyone like that, Ye Zhangqing sighed.

"Nothing much; those with a dao partner should seek their partner tonight, those without should think of a way, and if that fails, find a ghost maiden."

The effects of the fire bull whip and snow deer whip are slow to kick in, but once they start, it's like a volcanic eruption—if not released, you can't hold it in.

Hearing that, everyone looked at Zhu Wu with complex gazes, their eyes hinting at suspicion.

Could this guy be a spy sent by the Ghost Valley? His purpose might be to harm them using such despicable means.

Faced with so many doubtful gazes, Zhu Wu also panicked.

"Master, I............ I really didn't know; I just thought you had expended a lot last night, so I got up early to make the soup."

"Worried there wasn't enough time, I also used my own ghost fire.................."

Zhu Wu explained nervously, afraid Ye Zhangqing would misunderstand; seeing that its body was clearly depleted of ghost energy, Ye Zhangqing also knew it was telling the truth.

Youyou sighed, "What can we do? At least I only had a sip, but it's still damn annoying—looks like another sleepless night."

"Alright, I believe you; take this book and study it well."

Helplessly, I exchanged from the system a Haotu Shijie food ingredients guide, which not only introduces the various ingredients of Haotu Shijie but also clearly marks their mutual restraint relations.

Seeing that Ye Zhangqing didn't blame him, Zhu Wu finally relaxed.

He hurriedly took the book and thanked.

Nothing much happened at noon; after Zhu Wu left, everyone began to chat idly.

Chatting and chatting, they ended up talking about Ghost Valley.

Qi Xiong looked at the three of Yu Mo and said.

"Uncle Master, the timing is now about ripe; we can prepare to act."

We've more or less made a round; in all the major ghost markets, Yu Mo and the others have set things up, the timing is ripe.

Hearing that, Yu Mo also nodded, but at this moment Hong Zun spoke up.

"Actually, Uncle Master, I've thought of a better method."

"Oh, go ahead and tell us."

"Our ultimate goal is to control Ghost Valley, right?"

"Naturally."

"Then why not use the method we used against Putuo Temple?"

"Putuo Temple?"

"Yeah, look at how Yincheng's attitude is now—isn't it completely different from before?"

"Moreover, we've also found the Tianxiang Ghost Fruit, and together with the two demon emperor ingredients we have, we can totally have Young Ye Zhangqing host a Ghost King feast."

"At that time, let Yincheng step forward and invite all the Ghost Valley Ghost Kings; those willing to submit can drink the soup, and those unwilling can be dealt with later."

Hearing Hong Zun's idea, everyone's eyes lit up.

This method seems better, and this way, the resistance of the many Ghost Kings in Ghost Valley can be reduced to a minimum.

As for how likely success is, they could only say they had absolute confidence in Ye Zhangqing's skill.

For a moment, even the three of Yu Mo kept nodding.

"This plan is good, and if it fails, we still have a backup."

"Alright, Little Hongzi, I really haven't misjudged you."

"Good plan, good plan."

"Just like when we did Buddha Jumps Over the Wall before, this time we'll give Ghost Valley a Ghost King feast."

"Hehe, yes, yes."

"Heh heh............."

Feasible, everyone involuntarily let out a heh heh cold laugh.

Seeing Qi Xiong and the others gathered together laughing strangely, the seated Master Xu Xin beside them each had a strange expression.

They exchanged a glance; all the old monks' eyes were full of doubt, as if they were saying.

What they just said was about us, right? Right? Using methods to deal with us, to design the Ghost Valley? To subdue the Ghost Valley?

Just..................

"Cough cough."

He gave a light cough twice; upon hearing that, Qi Xiong turned his head and asked.

"What's wrong with Abbot Juexin?"

"That... Upper Sect, I mean, could you trouble you guys to show a little respect when you speak? We're still here."

Discussing in front of us how you originally designed Putuo Temple— is that appropriate?

Do you really not see us at all?

Hearing this, Qi Xiong's old face also turned red; how could he forget this? He had just been too excited, and for a moment forgot that Abbot Juexin and the others were sitting right beside him.

Immediately, Qi Xiong quickly gave an embarrassed laugh and said.

"Hehe, Abbot, you misunderstood; how could our Dao Yi Sect design you? This is what we call a strong-strong alliance."

Listening to Qi Xiong's explanation, Abbot Juexin wore a complex expression, his eyes full of disbelief.

Just now you were calling us a bunch of old bald donkeys, saying you could pinch us however you liked— and now you're talking about a strong-strong alliance?

The doubt in his eyes could not be concealed at all; facing Abbot Juexin's gaze, Qi Xiong could only grit his teeth and explain.

"Abbot, don't overthink it; this is not the same thing."

"The Ghost Valley is an evil entity; we are all Human Race— what does that mean, Abbot, do you know?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means we are essentially one family; even if our bones are broken, our tendons remain connected— so they are fundamentally not different, right? It is fate that guides us to unite."

If it had been before, Abbot Juexin and the others might actually have believed it, but as time spent together grew longer, they also early on discovered that the words of these people from the Dao Yi Sect are just to be heard and not taken seriously.

Just look at these people— from the Sect Master down to the chief elder and Peak Master— whose heart isn't black?

They would scheme against their own fellow disciples without blinking an eye, let alone outsiders.

So, Abbot Juexin didn't believe a word of it; he just said, "Youyou."

"I, the old monk, have no other meaning; after all, we're already in the same boat, so saying these things now is meaningless. I only hope that the Upper Sect, in the future, when speaking of these matters, will show us a little respect."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely pay attention from now on."

We're already on the thief's ship; can we possibly get off now? Just make do and get by.