Chapter 576: Eat, eat quickly!

When Ye Zhangqing was making the boiled cabbage, all the disciples stationed around could smell that rich fragrance.

This made them all crave it badly; upon inquiry, they learned that the Sect Master and others planned to use Ye Zhangqing's delicacy to shatter the Buddhist hearts of the Fomen disciples.

In response, the disciples all voiced their displeasure.

"Feed those bald donkeys of the Fomen? What are the Sect Master and others thinking?"

"Give it to me, give it to me to eat; I'll go over and kill those bald donkeys directly."

"Yeah, why go through all that trouble?"

Even Zhong Ling and the other inner disciples plucked up their courage to find Qi Xiong and the others.

"Sect Master, Shīzūn, giving such a fine thing to the Fomen would be a waste."

"Let us have it to eat."

"Yeah, why bother with all that trouble? If we eat it, we can just wipe out that bunch of bald donkeys and be done."

However, faced with the disciples' requests, Qi Xiong directly shouted.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost—you don't understand anything, you just know how to brute force; do you need to use your brain?"

Going straight in wouldn't be impossible, but the casualties would definitely be huge, even if you tried to control it.

If there's a better method, why not use it? Isn't it just letting the Fomen taste the delicacy of Changqing Xiaozi?

All right, Qi Xiong admits, although he himself is reluctant, but if you're unwilling to risk your child, you won't catch a wolf; if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger cub?

Soon the boiled cabbage was all made; next, Qi Xiong and the others would take it to Dongzhou Dukou.

Just watching Qi Xiong and the others put bowl after bowl of boiled cabbage into their Space Rings, the surrounding disciples drooled with craving and couldn't help cursing angrily.

"Damn it, it's really a bloody shame."

"Yeah, will that bunch of bald donkeys even be able to eat something this good? Don't let the hillbilly pig not appreciate the foreign flavor and waste it."

"I really want to rush to Dongzhou Dukou and just kill those bald donkeys; then all this would be ours."

The disciples felt gloomy, but there was nothing they could do; after all, Qi Xiong and the others had given orders—who would dare disobey?

Soon, Qi Xiong's group departed, while the other Saints who remained followed the plan, leading the disciples to the prearranged ambush site.

As soon as the Buddhist hearts of those Fomen bald donkeys break, it will be their time to reap.

At Dongzhou Dukou, a batch of Fomen disciples were on guard when suddenly Qi Xiong and the others appeared not far away.

Instantly, this batch of disciples sent out a signal and became tense.

They dare not be careless; the combat strength of these Dao Yi Sect disciples is truly not weak.

But the imagined attack did not occur; after Qi Xiong and the others showed up, they were under the strange gazes of the Fomen disciples.

With a flash of the Space Ring in hand, bowl after bowl of boiled cabbage immediately appeared outside Dongzhou Dukou.

Across the open ground, bowl after bowl of boiled cabbage appeared here.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know—are they sending food for us to eat?"

"Could they be that kind-hearted?"

"What is that? Boiled cabbage?"

"Seems like it."

Not long after, the Fomen Saints also arrived, looking at Qi Xiong and the others with apprehension.

"Qi Xiong, what trick are you up to again?"

"Nothing much, I made some boiled cabbage, worried you'd get hungry from your distant campaign, so I specially sent it to you."

"Hmph, you'd be that kind-hearted? You must have poisoned it—do you really think we'd believe such a lowly trick?"

"Idiot, whether it's poisoned or not, can't you tell for yourself?"

Without further words, after setting down the boiled cabbage, Qi Xiong and his group left directly, leaving only the Fomen disciples and Saints staring at each other, eyes full of suspicion.

"What kind of plot is this now?"

"I don't know, just toss it away—anyway... huh, it smells so good."

As they were speaking, a sudden rich fragrance rushed straight into the nostrils, and this Fomen Saint's words were cut off.

This fragrance was something they had never smelled before, making it impossible to resist.

This is also why Qi Xiong and the others felt this plan could work.

If it were ordinary food, the Fomen would naturally just throw it away—any normal person would make that choice.

But the delicacy made by Ye Zhangqing is different—think of the Dao Yi Sect itself: even though they know the canteen competition is fierce, have you ever seen a disciple miss a meal when mealtime comes?

So Qi Xiong reckoned that this bunch of Fomen bald donkeys would definitely be unwilling to discard it, and moreover, there was indeed no poison in the boiled cabbage.

Just as expected, as the fragrance wafted over, the Fomen bald donkeys all stared fixedly at the small bowls ahead.

In those eyes there was curiosity, anticipation, hesitation, entanglement—anyway, utterly complex.

"How can this thing be so fragrant?"

"There must be a trick."

"Why not try it first? See if it's poisoned."

"Hmm, that could work."

Before long, the Fomen Saints' attitude had subtly shifted—from initially wanting to toss it outright, to now wanting to first check whether it was poisoned.

Immediately, everyone came up to the boiled cabbage; as the distance closed, the fragrance became even more intoxicating.

One of the Fomen Saints, forcing himself to stay clear-headed, gave it a try and found no poison.

In that moment, the faces of the Fomen Saints changed again.

"Try the others?"

"Okay."

Perhaps he was making a final struggle, or perhaps he still hadn't completely let go in his heart, and he again tested several bowls of boiled cabbage.

As for the disciples behind, they had already been gathering more and more, each staring at the boiled cabbage before them, their eyes shining.

How is this aquatic cabbage so fragrant?

I heard it was sent by the Dao Yi Sect.

Dao Yi Sect? Do they have such good intentions?

I don't know, but the sages have already tested it, and it seems there's no poison.

What's there to hesitate about? This fragrant smell—I've never smelled it before; I really want to take a bite.

Me too.

The poor monk is also.

Numerous Fomen disciples could no longer bear it; likewise, the Dao Yi Sect disciples hidden in the dark, at this moment gazing at the front of Dongzhou Dukou, those rows of small bowls, also had fiery eyes.

What a wonderful delicacy—why is it being wasted like this? We could just rush out and kill this bunch of bald donkeys; why go through all this?

Even some disciples had long been unable to restrain themselves, silently cursing.

Eat, you damn lot, hurry up and eat.

What the hell are you still testing for? With such deliciousness right in front of you, what are you lot of bald donkeys hesitating for?

For the Dao Yi Sect disciples, this is likewise a torment; clearly it's so delicious, it should be theirs, yet now it's cheapened by this bunch of bald donkeys, leaving them feeling regretful.

Now this bunch of bald donkeys still hesitates to move, making all the Dao Yi Sect disciples feel an unbearable itch; if they don't eat soon, they'd rather rush out and eat it themselves.

Damn, if this continues, the bald donkeys' Buddhist hearts won't break, but my Dao heart won't be able to hold.

Exactly, fucking eat, why are you just standing there?

Senior brother, I can't hold back much longer.

Me too.