Chapter 835: The Braggart Drunkard

By the next day, this time Xu Jie didn't dare to be slippery anymore; he early on obediently prepared the dishes and quietly waited for Zhao Zhengping and the others to come.

As usual, they leisurely came to the canteen; seeing the table full of delicious dishes, Zhao Zhengping and the others' expressions finally improved.

"Not bad, not bad; the youngster is teachable."

"Senior Brother, please."

Xu Jie warmly invited Zhao Zhengping and the others to sit down, but just as they had sat down, Shen Xian's sleeve suddenly dropped a wolf-tooth club.

"This............."

Seeing this, Xu Jie was stunned for a moment, while Shen Xian also gave an embarrassed smile, but quickly regained composure, picking it up without a change in expression and explaining as if nothing had happened.

"Senior Brother, don't panic; I originally planned to go to the Monster Clan Territory, so I brought something for self-defense—quite reasonable, right?"

"Heh, reasonable, reasonable."

Hearing that, Xu Jie's mouth twitched, but he nodded and replied, otherwise what could he say?

But just as his words fell, another opening mountain knife dropped out.

This time, as Xu Jie was about to turn around, he unconsciously locked eyes with Shen Xian.

The two senior brothers looked at each other, their eyes full of bewilderment, as if saying, what's going on now?

After a moment, Shen Xian was the first to come back to his senses, calmly picking up the big knife and explaining unhurriedly.

"Just as the junior brother said earlier, I originally planned to go to the Monster Clan Territory, so I brought an extra weapon for self-defense—Senior Brother should understand, right?"

"Heh, understood, understood."

Xu Jie's mouth twitched, forcing a smile, and he said, "Are you guys trying to kill me on purpose?"

"Okay, okay, don't worry about this; we're all brothers from the same sect—today we won't stop until we're drunk............"

"Clang............."

Xu Jie had intended to ease the atmosphere, but before he could finish speaking, he saw another meteor hammer fall from Zhao Zhengping's sleeve.

This almost made Xu Jie lose his composure; his whole body went numb.

"Junior Brother, I originally planned to travel together with Shen Xian, so I brought some things for self-defense—no problem, right?"

"Heh, no problem, no problem."

Hearing Zhao Zhengping's explanation, Xu Jie gave an embarrassed laugh.

He realized that this bunch of guys had come today with the intention of killing him.

If he hadn't let them eat this meal, he guessed Xu San wouldn't even need to leave the canteen doors.

Fortunately, Xu Jie had some self-awareness; he obediently ordered the dishes and waited for everyone to come eat.

He secretly felt relieved, yet he couldn't help cursing fiercely in his heart.

"Fellow sect brothers, what the hell are you doing to me?"

Of course, Xu Jie could never say that out loud, since he himself knew he had no grounds.

"Come on, come on, everyone, eat quickly."

Feeling miserable inside but smiling on the surface, Xu Jie invited them to eat.

As for that, they naturally wouldn't be polite—this was a dish they had been craving for over a month; not eating a few bites would be a huge loss.

In the distance, Ye Zhangqing leaned on a recliner, watching them, and also shook his head with a helpless smile.

Xu Jie really likes to play with fire; a single meal ordering has kept him tugging back and forth for over a month.

Zhao Zhengping, Shen Xian and the others were indeed driven to desperation, but it was all Xu Jie's own doing.

The ingredients were no longer a worry for the time being, and over the next period, Dao Yi Holy Land also returned to peace.

The disciples should do what they need to do—cultivate when they should cultivate, undertake tasks when they should undertake tasks.

The holy land as a whole stepped onto the right track, gradually gaining a firm foothold in Zhongzhou.

Although its foundation still cannot compare with the other two holy lands, it is clearly much better than before.

At least the surroundings of the Ten Thousand Demon Pass have indeed been truly controlled by the Dao Yi Sect.

Moreover, a Dao Yi Holy City comparable to Yunluo Holy City and Yaochi Holy City is continuously being built and taking shape.

Zhongzhou has always had three holy cities, named after the three holy lands.

However, with the defection of Qingtian Holy Land, Qingtian Holy City has obviously declined and can no longer be called a holy city.

And Dao Yi Holy City undoubtedly became the replacement for Qingtian Holy City.

However, truly developing to the scale of a holy city still requires a considerable amount of time, but Dao Yi Holy Land is not in a hurry—just take it slow.

This foundation cannot be rushed; it cannot be obtained overnight.

At the same time that Dao Yi Holy Land was stable, in the Iron Prison Pass—one of the three major passes guarded by Yunluo Holy Land and facing the Barbarian Tribe—a drunken old wineghost recently appeared out of nowhere.

Logically, among the three major passes of the Human Race, aside from cultivators, there shouldn't be any ordinary people.

Even the current Ten Thousand Demon Pass is like that; since it's the location of the Dao Yi Holy Land sect, there naturally couldn't be any ordinary people present.

But just half a month ago, a drunken old wineghost appeared in the Iron Prison Pass.

Every day he reeked of alcohol, drinking until he was drunk.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but this old wineghost, after getting drunk, likes to brag.

Well, in an inn inside the Iron Prison Pass, the old wineghost leans drunkenly against a pillar, holding a wine gourd in his arms.

He reeks of alcohol, his eyes bleary, and from time to time he still needs to take a sip.

The surrounding cultivators have also grown accustomed to this, with some even actively teasing him a couple of times.

"I say, old wineghost, why aren't you bragging about your glorious deeds today? Weren't you just deep into the Barbarian Tribe and slaughtered their barbarian king?"

This old wineghost bragged yesterday, saying he came from the Barbarian Tribe's side.

Moreover, he casually slaughtered a few barbarian kings; the cultivators naturally didn't believe it, instead laughing out loud, thinking the old wineghost was just bragging.

The barbarian king is equivalent to the Human Race's holy realm and the Demon Race's demon king's existence.

This old drunkard has not even a trace of cultivation; let alone killing a Barbarian King, just making it back alive from the Barbarian Tribe to Ten Thousand Demons Pass would be a miracle.

Yet this old drunkard spoke with complete seriousness, utterly unbothered by the mockery and teasing of the crowd, his face always bearing only a simple, honest smile.

At this moment, facing the ridicule of the surrounding cultivators, the old drunkard looked as if he were straining to open his eyes wide, yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't, and he spoke in a muffled, unclear voice.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me, but the Barbarian Tribe is in utter chaos right now."

"Are you trying to say it's because you killed a few Barbarian Kings?"

"Haha."

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire tavern burst into loud laughter.

Facing the crowd's laughter, the old drunkard didn't care at all, raised his wine jug again, and found it empty.

Seeing this, a cultivator laughed and shouted to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, our hero who slew several Barbarian Kings has run out of wine—hurry up and bring more!"

"Haha, you're right, shopkeeper—fill the old drunkard's cup, it's on me."

"Sure thing."

One cultivator found the old drunkard quite amusing, voluntarily offered to buy him a drink; the shopkeeper was naturally delighted, as long as someone was paying.