Chapter 794: What Are the Upper Sect Eating?

Regarding the dispositions of Dao Yi Sect and Hong Zun, the three leaders of the Pill Master Alliance also roughly understood them.

In short, these people never speak a single true word, damn it.

But the current situation leaves them no room to refute, and what Hong Zun said is not wrong either—it's indeed the Qingtian Holy Land that took the initiative to attack.

They merely made a small precaution on the Dao Yi Sect's side—can that be blamed on me?

Watching the Qingtian Holy Land elder locked in fierce combat with Hong Zun, the three leaders all wore helpless expressions.

You say you're damn bored for no reason—why provoke the Dao Yi Sect? No wonder you look dead as hell.

But for now, this leader still spoke up to advise.

"Brother Hong, why don't we sit down and calm down?"

"No need, I'm calm enough. Besides, wasn't it agreed we could counter‑attack in self‑defense? How come you Pill Master Alliance are going back on your word?"

"Huh???"

"Damn, this bastard actually turned the tables on us."

"Upon hearing Hong Zun's words, the three leaders' faces turned livid with anger."

"They haven't even pursued Hong Zun for his actions in Medicine King City, yet he turns around and questions them instead."

"Seeing Hong Zun remain completely calm, not changing expression in the slightest, the three leaders couldn't help but draw a sharp breath."

"How can there be such a shameless person in this world?"

"Seeing the Qingtian Holy Land disciples clearly losing ground below, the three leaders exchanged a glance and quickly formed a plan."

"They couldn't be bothered to manage this matter; let them fight however they want—just draw up the battlefield for them, as long as it doesn't affect elsewhere, they can do as they please."

"Brother Hong, you're joking—our Pill Master Alliance will naturally not go back on our word; for now we'll just let it be."

"That's more like it."

"Upon hearing that, Hong Zun gave a slight smile, while the Qingtian Holy Land elder opposite him was full of question marks."

"Damn, you're just not going to care? Saying you don't care and then not caring? This is Medicine King City, damn it!"

"You......... you all..........."

"What's with this you‑me nonsense? You still dare a night raid? Cut the nonsense—let's fight."

"He opened his mouth, but Hong Zun gave him no chance to speak, brandishing his Divine Sword of Wine and slashing out with ever‑greater ferocity."

"Sigh..........."

"Watching the fierce battle between the two sides, the three leaders of the Pill Master Alliance sighed helplessly—damn, what kind of mess is this?"

"Never mind, never mind—let them be."

"The battle continued, especially a fight at the level of gods like Hong Zun and his companions—deciding a victor was no easy task."

"After a day and night of fierce fighting, the Qingtian Holy Land disciples below had already suffered heavy casualties; only a few still clung to resistance, while most had been slain by Zhao Zhengping and his group."

"This night raid could be said to have ended in another crushing defeat for the Qingtian Holy Land."

"As for the Dao Yi Sect, although they also had wounded, because they originally held the advantage, once injured too seriously these disciples simply withdrew from combat and went aside to eat."

"At this point several Divine Sword Peak disciples were squatting nearby, apparently holding a large bowl, eating with great enjoyment."

"Nearby, members of the Heiyan Commerce Association watching this scene were all bewildered."

"What are those Upper Sect people eating? It smells so good!"

"I don't know, but is it even time to eat?"

"I heard them saying something about being injured."

"Vaguely, the Heiyan Commerce Association folks heard the Divine Sword Peak disciples say something about needing to eat because they were injured."

"This statement left the Heiyan Commerce Association completely dumbfounded—'You're injured, why not take healing pills instead of stuffing yourselves with rice? What is this rice? Does it cure all ailments?'"

"Besides, Ye Zhangqing's food really does have that effect—at least the Divine Sword Peak disciples have experienced it firsthand."

"As expected, Third Senior Brother had the foresight to go find Elder Changqing and get some dry rations."

"Who would disagree? Moreover, this batch of dry rations even has pain‑relieving and wound‑healing properties."

"Great—after finishing this bowl of rice I feel I could still kill three more."

"Tch, three is nothing—give me your bowl and I'll help you slaughter every remaining Holy Land disciple."

"Get lost—why don't you give me yours? I'll just charge straight into the Qingtian Holy Land."

"Being able to eat a bowl of Elder Changqing's delicious topped rice amid the battle is simply indescribable."

"But just as a few of them were enjoying their meal, a senior brother's roar came from the front line."

"I asked if you've finished eating—time to switch out."

"Coming, coming—senior brother will be right there."

"Hearing that, several disciples gulped down the food in their bowls and then, full of vigor, rushed to the battlefield to continue fighting the Qingtian Holy Land disciples side by side."

"Looking at their state, it seems they were completely unaffected."

"Afterward, another batch of disciples was rotated out, to the same spot, likewise holding a large bowl, and began to chow down."

"This maneuver left the Heiyan Commerce Association completely dumbfounded."

"Holy shit, does it actually work? One bowl of rice and you're recovered?"

"Damn, what the heck are they eating?"

"I don't know either, but it really smells amazing."

"You say, can we have a bite?"

"Watching the Divine Sword Peak disciples wolf down their food, the Heiyan Commerce Association folks could hardly keep from drooling."

"Looking at how truly fragrant it is, the aroma practically makes one's index finger twitch and the worms in one's stomach beg to be drawn out."

"A steward of the Heiyan Commerce Association, unable to resist any longer, slowly approached the Divine Sword Peak disciple and whispered."

"That Upper Sect..............."

I have something to do.

Well, that... can I have a bite?

He really couldn't hold back; upon hearing this, the Divine Sword Peak disciple whose expression had been gentle turned grim in an instant and immediately shouted.

Get lost.

Damn it, you look all burly, but I didn't expect your heart to be so vicious—do you want to eat my rice?

In the Dao Yi Sect, food is an absolute bottom line—not even for the Heiyan Commerce Association, let alone a fellow sect brother; it's simply impossible.

Go ask the Dao Yi Sect: is stealing someone's food like killing their parents? This is a deadly feud.

Anger flared in his eyes; facing the Divine Sword Peak disciple whose expression had suddenly changed, this Heiyan Commerce Association steward was also taken aback.

Usually the superiors are very amiable; at least after getting along for a day, neither Peak Master Hong Zun nor the ordinary disciples below show any arrogance.

Even when facing these people from the Heiyan Commerce Association, we could chat easily, and everyone quickly became acquainted.

But now, I just said I wanted a bite of food—how did your expression suddenly change?

It's rather puzzling.

Yet despite the Divine Sword Peak disciple's warning glare, the steward still gave an embarrassed smile and hurried away.

Want to steal my food? Hah, dream on.

Holy crap, where's my meat? Which of you bastards stole my braised pork?

Just now I was only talking to that steward; seeing him leave, the disciple finally turned his head, but upon looking down, the meat in his bowl was gone.

Not to mention the meat—there wasn't even a leaf of vegetable left, just plain white rice.

Instantly, the disciple turned and glared at the fellow sect brothers beside him, shouting.