Chapter 5

The second batch of disciples who ate the braised noodles, just like the first three, each turned into a massive abyssal maw.

The flavor was simply too overpowering; even though they were extraordinary in the mundane world, they had never tasted anything so delicious.

In the Dao Yi Sect there is a strange situation: the Outer Door Disciples and Inner Door Disciples perhaps have no background at all, relying solely on talent.

However, nearly half of the Menial Disciples come from extraordinary births; in the mundane world they are either the son of some noble family or the daughter of another.

Speaking of background, the Menial Disciples of the Dao Yi Sect surpass even the Outer Door, and even the Inner Door Disciples.

But these young masters right now, each with oil dripping from their mouths, simply can't stop eating.

Before the noodles in the bowl were even finished, they loudly called out to Ye Zhangqing.

"Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, another bowl, please—a big one."

"Me too, me too."

The whole courtyard was filled only with shouts and the sound of slurping noodles.

As a result, those who came later were initially puzzled, wondering what had happened to these people—over a bowl of noodles?

"Senior sister, what's wrong with these people?"

Just like these two girls who had just arrived, they came from the Outer Door, and it was already late when they got here.

However, facing this courtyard full of people, each seeming as if they hadn't eaten for days, one of them curiously asked.

Hearing that, the other girl also shook her head in confusion.

"I don't know, whatever, let's eat first."

Not knowing what had happened, the two girls didn't dwell on it and quickly came before Ye Zhangqing.

"Junior brother, want to eat noodles today? Then two bowls."

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing helplessly glanced at the remaining noodles.

"Sorry, senior sister, only one bowl left."

I never expected these guys to eat so much; Ye Zhangqing had prepared enough noodles for a hundred people, yet over forty showed up and finished it all.

Now only one bowl remains.

Hearing this, the two girls furrowed their brows, clearly not expecting this situation; while they were wondering whether to go elsewhere to eat, the disciples nearby became excited.

"Only one bowl left? Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, cook it up—senior brother can still eat more."

"Nonsense, this last bowl is mine; I hope all you junior brothers will give me face."

"I'm willing to offer two Body Tempering Pills; let this bowl of noodles be given to me, fellow junior brothers."

"Two? Hah, I'll give you three; will you let me have it?"

"As cultivators, how could we bow for a few measly pills? Junior brothers, today this last bowl of noodles, senior brother I will have it."

Hearing only one bowl of noodles remained, the disciples couldn't help but scramble again.

In response, the two girls who had just arrived were completely bewildered: what is this situation? A bowl of noodles, and these people are actually willing to trade Body Tempering Pills for it, and they've already bid up to three.

This isn't stupid, is it?

But the two girls, who had never eaten braised noodles, couldn't know that Ye Zhangqing's braised noodles are not only unsurpassably delicious, but also have the effect of strengthening the body.

This point, all disciples who have eaten it have already felt it.

Although the effect cannot compare to Body Tempering Pills, just this flavor alone is enough to drive many disciples crazy.

As for Body Tempering Pills, they are people of status and position in the mundane world; high-grade pills are hard to come by, so a mere ten or eight Body Tempering Pills is nothing.

"Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, let me have this last bowl of noodles."

"Senior brother, you forgot the rule you just set; the two senior sisters just arrived and haven't eaten yet, so we must wait for them to eat before it's your turn."

"First come, first served, no grabbing; this is the rule Ye Zhangqing just set, after all, with so many people, he couldn't possibly satisfy only a few."

Moreover, the system's goodwill points are calculated per person, one point per meal, the same person won't be counted repeatedly, and it doesn't differentiate by cultivation realm.

That is, a Menial Disciple's goodwill counts as one point, and the Sect Master's goodwill is also one point, treating everyone equally.

Hearing that, this senior brother felt helpless and could only turn to consult the two girls.

"Two junior sisters, how about you give this bowl of noodles to the senior brother? He'll take three, no, five Body Tempering Pills in exchange."

"To be frank, the senior brother hasn't eaten in five days; junior sisters, out of fellow sect affection, please give this bowl of noodles to the senior brother."

"The senior brother has contracted an illness where not eating noodles means death; truly, I absolutely am not deceiving the two junior sisters—disciples of the Dao Yi Sect do not deceive each other, every word the senior brother says is true."

For this bowl of noodles, this senior brother resorted to coaxing and deceit, using every means possible.

The two girls, after being led around, were dazed and confused, and somehow ended up agreeing.

Seeing the two girls nod, this senior brother was instantly overjoyed, hurriedly handed over the body-tempering pills, as if afraid they might change their minds, and immediately rushed to Ye Zhangqing's face, full of anticipation, saying.

"Junior Brother Zhangqing, cook it all, hurry up!"

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing smiled and shook his head, saying nothing more; since they had already agreed, he naturally wouldn't say anything else.

As for the other disciples nearby, they looked at the two girls speechless, and said one after another.

"Junior Sister, you're being foolish."

"Sigh, you exchanged five body-tempering pills for a bowl of stewed noodles—do you know how foolish this decision is?"

"You still lack experience, too naive."

"Indeed, you can know a person's face but not their heart; facing Junior Brother Zhangqing's stewed noodles, even a blood brother couldn't be trusted."

Hearing the disciples' sighs, the two girls became even more bewildered—it's just a bowl of stewed noodles, why are they making it sound so mysterious?

Moreover, exchanging a bowl of stewed noodles for five body-tempering pills—how could that be a loss?

Thinking that way, but when that senior brother lifted the stewed noodles and began stirring, as the aroma spread, the two girls instantly felt they had lost out.

"This stewed noodles is so fragrant? Just smelling it makes one unable to stop."

Saliva uncontrollably flowed out; the two girls' gazes instantly turned to the senior brother holding the stewed noodles, wearing a silly smile, feeling that the body-tempering pills in their hands were no longer so fragrant.

"Junior Sister, keep your word—you've already handed this stewed noodles over to me."

Noticing the two girls' gazes fixed on him, Shī xiōng instantly became wary, guarding the bowl, and said with a wary expression.

That Shī xiōng, how about we return the body-refining pills to you...............

Don't even think about it.

He didn't give the two girls any chance, after throwing out a sentence, Shī xiōng turned and left, found an empty corner, and started gulping it down.

Watching Shī xiōng eat so deliciously, the two girls only felt as if they had missed something tremendous.

Senior Sister...............

Feeling wronged, she looked at her own senior sister, helpless, then turned her head to look at Ye Zhangqing, and the answer she got was the same.

Don't look at me, there really isn't any left.

For a moment, the slightly younger girl, her eye sockets red, admitted she regretted it—why had she given away this bowl of stewed noodles just for five body-refining pills?