Chapter 843: Junior Brother, What Are You Eating?

Another barbarian emperor appeared—Yuan Cang and the Yunluo Holy Lord's faces turned solemn; three against two, they no longer held any advantage.

However, before the three could act, the red‑haired barbarian emperor who had appeared behind turned to his companion and said.

Let's go.

Hearing that, though already gravely wounded, the barbarian emperor gritted his teeth and spoke unwillingly.

We can still do it; if we join forces, we'll surely take Iron Prison Pass.

It's useless; the human race's reinforcements are already on the way—the moment is lost.

The red‑haired barbarian emperor shook his head and said lightly.

The three great emperors of the human race are here, and with the battle below, the human cultivators' fearless fighting has kept it from ending.

Under these circumstances, trying to seize Iron Prison Pass in a short time has become impossible.

Hearing this, the wounded barbarian emperor clenched his teeth in resentment, but he also knew the fact was exactly so.

Continuing to fight, the hope of taking Iron Prison Pass is slim; waiting for the Yunluo Holy Land's reinforcements would only waste both sides' strength for nothing.

After all that planning, it still ended in failure.

It's so unwilling, yet even unwillingness can't change anything.

He shouted through gritted teeth.

Retreat.

Following the barbarian emperor's order, the barbarian army below began to retreat; seeing this, the human side did not launch a pursuit.

It's not that they didn't want to; they simply had no strength left.

Many human cultivators had persisted only by sheer belief; now that the barbarians withdrew, their bodies felt suddenly emptied, and pains they hadn't noticed before surged in like a tide.

They hurriedly took healing pills, watching the barbarian army continually retreat.

The two barbarian emperors in the sky also had no intention of fighting further; they likewise chose to withdraw.

Yuan Cang and the Yunluo Holy Lord also made no move to stop them, for even if they tried they couldn't stop them—besides, the barbarians weren't limited to just those two emperors.

Continuing to fight would be meaningless.

Moreover, Iron Prison Pass held—this was the crucial point.

The Yunluo Holy Lord would naturally handle what comes next, but Yuan Cang ignored him and went straight to the old drunkard, glaring at his drunken face and cursing through gritted teeth.

Yun Xiantai, you're really something—playing dead, huh?

Junior brother, stay calm, calm down a bit.

Seeing Yuan Cang's eyes blood‑red, as if he wanted to devour someone, Yun Xiantai gave an embarrassed laugh, but Yuan Cang wasn't buying it at all.

Cut the crap—if you don't give me an explanation today, I'll fight you to the death.

After a quarter hour, Yuan Cang and Yun Xiantai, the two junior‑brother disciples, sat in a small courtyard of the Iron Prison Pass city lord's mansion.

Yun Xiantai also briefly recounted his experiences over the years.

Back then he was indeed nearing the end of his lifespan, and having already reached perfect Great Saint cultivation, he had no chance of further breakthrough.

The only option was to go to Zhongzhou and seek that slim chance of becoming an emperor.

But that chance was too slim; Yun Xiantai could say he had no confidence at all, even that it was nearly impossible.

Yun Xiantai himself thought the same back then, so he simply faked his death and then quietly went to Zhongzhou.

He had thought his old bones would perish in Zhongzhou, but who would have guessed that, by a fortunate coincidence, he actually secured that sliver of life and broke through to the emperor realm.

Afterward he had wanted to return to Dongzhou, but seeing that Qi Xiong had managed the Dao Yi Sect well, he let it be.

In the years after, Yun Xiantai traveled throughout Zhongzhou, occasionally returning to Dongzhou in secret to check on the Dao Yi Sect's situation.

After hearing Yun Xiantai's account, Yuan Cang's emotions eased a little, but he still spoke unhappily.

Yun Xiantai, you're really not a damn thing.

Haha, let's not talk about that—junior brother, you too have broken through to the emperor realm; congratulations.

Facing Yuan Cang's angry scolding, Yun Xiantai didn't care at all, drinking and laughing as he spoke.

Yuan Cang was already used to this; as the saying goes, 'if the beam is not straight, the crookedness follows.' Looking at Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and those senior brothers, it's easy to see what sort of character Yun Xiantai is.

Without such a master, where could one cultivate such superb land?

He gave an unhappy laugh.

Then why didn't you go to the Dao Yi Holy Land?

Back in Dongzhou it was fine to say, but now the Dao Yi Sect has already moved to Zhongzhou and even become the Dao Yi Holy Land—yet Yun Xiantai still doesn't show himself voluntarily, which is hard to explain.

Upon hearing that, Yun Xiantai wore a puzzled expression and said.

Dao Yi Holy Land? What's that?

Huh???

Looking at Yun Xiantai's doubtful expression, Yuan Cang narrowed his eyes, clearly disbelieving—this old thing's specialty is playing dumb.

He just stared for a while, but saw nothing suspicious.

You don't know this?

I don't know—what's the Dao Yi Holy Land?

Unable to tell truth from falsehood, Yuan Cang could only explain the Dao Yi Holy Land to Yun Xiantai once over.

After hearing it, Yun Xiantai said with a look of surprise.

Not bad, junior brother—you've all broken through to the emperor realm, settled in Zhongzhou, and been promoted to a holy land; not bad at all, really opened my eyes.

You really don't know?

I don't know.

Forget it, forget it—wait for Shan Hai and Po Tian to come, then you'll go with me back to the Dao Yi Holy Land.

"I.............."

If you dare say no, I'll fight you.

Junior brother, what are you saying? I said yes, how could I possibly refuse?

That would be best.

As for what followed, Yuan Cang and Yun Xiantai paid no heed; a night passed quickly, and it was early morning the next day.

Yuan Cang habitually took out a box of dry rations, heated it with spiritual power, and then began to eat.

Just after taking a few bites, Yuan Cang saw Yun Xiantai barefoot, rushing out of the room in a hurry, wrinkling their nose and sniffing around.

"What is this, it smells so good.........."

Finally locking onto the lunch box in Yuan Cang's hand, Yun Xiantai's eyes lit up, they crouched and came over, saying with a smile.

"Hehe, junior brother, what are you eating? It smells so good."

"The sect canteen's dry rations."

"Dry rations? Holy shit, old man I've walked these many years, the sect's treatment has gotten this good?"

Hearing that this was the dry rations from the Dao Yi Shengdi canteen, Yun Xiantai looked shocked.

How the hell can this be dry rations?

You know, speaking without exaggeration, over these years Yun Xiantai has traveled south and north, there's no delicacy he hasn't eaten.

Not to mention, just the spirit chefs of the Zhongzhou Spirit Chef Alliance, as long as they are rank eight or above, Yun Xiantai has eaten them all.

But he has never felt like this before.

Just the aroma made Yun Xiantai unable to help swallowing saliva.

Gulugulu, eyes fixed on Yuan Cang's lunch box, Yun Xiantai gave an embarrassed smile and said.

"Hehe, junior brother, let senior brother have a taste; yesterday I drank too much wine, I'm feeling awful."

Hearing that, Yuan Cang turned his head, smiling as he spoke.

"Senior brother, you want to eat?"

"Mm."

"Heh, dreaming."