Chapter 845: Beautiful Appearance, Kind Heart: Dao Yi Holy Land

Yun Xiantai had never heard of a canteen; in his time, the Dao Yi Sect simply didn't have such a thing.

Immediately, Yuan Cang also recounted Ye Zhangqing's story in full.

Having heard that these meals were all prepared by Ye Zhangqing's own hands, and moreover, he has now broken history to become the youngest ever in Dao Yi Shengdi, and the first to become a chief elder without having reached the Shèngjìng cultivation level.

After hearing Yuan Cang's explanation, Yun Xiantai nodded repeatedly with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad; Qi Xiong this kid finally did something sensible, not wasting the teacher's painstaking efforts."

Painstaking efforts???

Seeing Yun Xiantai nodding and praising repeatedly, Yuan Cang directly rolled his eyes.

"How dare you still call that good intentions? Your disciples underneath—none of them are self-sufficient; sometimes they even have to wipe your ass, you old thing."

Now thinking about it, Qi Xiong and these fellow disciples of his, since becoming disciples under Yun Xiantai, managing to survive to this day is truly no easy feat.

As for Ye Zhangqing becoming chief elder and establishing the canteen, Yun Xiantai not only had no dissatisfaction, but even gave his full approval.

Having tasted the delicious food of the Dao Yi Shengdi canteen, Yun Xiantai felt that everything before was just pig feed.

As for the departed Lin Potian and Qin ShanHai, both of their faces also broke into smiles.

Don't look at how they just argued with Shīzūn to the point of being irreconcilable; it doesn't matter, and this is how they've always interacted as master and disciple.

Right now, Shīzūn has brought the dead back to life, so naturally they are both delighted.

"Shī xiōng, do you think we should tell Senior Brother and the others about this?"

"No rush, wait until Shīzūn returns and then say it—surely it will give Senior Brother and the others a fright."

"Heh heh, that's true too."

But their joy didn't last long, for just a Shíchén later, Yun Xiantai came knocking at their door.

"Heh heh, disciple, are you busy?"

Arriving at Qin ShanHai's courtyard, he asked with a smile; hearing this, Qin ShanHai's eyelid twitched, and he knew nothing good was coming.

"Shīzūn, do you have something?"

"Nothing much, just taking a stroll; besides, we haven't seen each other in years as master and disciple—Shīzūn is just missing you."

"Really?"

"Certainly, Shīzūn has watched you all grow up, being both father and mother to you; in his eyes, you are all his children."

Upon hearing this, Qin ShanHai's heart suddenly welled up with a warm current; yeah, thinking about it now, although Shīzūn has always been unreliable.

But after all, he taught them Xiūliàn, provided food and clothing for all the fellow disciples, and only the best; if not for Shīzūn, those senior brothers would probably have turned into piles of loess by now.

"Shīzūn............."

His eyes full of gratitude toward Yun Xiantai, but before Qin ShanHai could speak, Yun Xiantai already rubbed his hands and gave a fawning smile.

"That disciple, Shīzūn's appetite is a bit big; do you have any dry rations left? Could you spare a dozen or so boxes for your teacher?"

The gratitude and guilt in his heart vanished instantly; "Damn, was I just blinded by lard earlier? How could I feel guilty toward Shīzūn?"

Thinking back, when Shīzūn was penniless at Gōulán, he directly left Qin ShanHai there; back then Qin ShanHai was only eleven years old, eleven!

"Damn, I scrubbed plates for months on end, and helped people carry foot-washing water for months."

"And Shīzūn? He said he was going to get money, but once he left, it was months before Qin ShanHai finally returned to the Sect, only to find that Shīzūn had already found them a thirteenth madame and was currently holding a grand banquet."

His gaze instantly turned icy; without a word, Qin ShanHai drew his short blade.

Seeing this, Yun Xiantai froze, then swallowed and asked.

"Um, disciple, what are you trying to do?"

"This life of mine was given by Shīzūn; there's no dry rations, but if Shīzūn insists, I'll give him my life—Shīzūn, watch closely."

"Hold on, ShanHai, don't get excited; Shīzūn was just speaking offhand."

Watching Qin ShanHai raise his blade to stab his own heart, Yun Xiantai went numb, repeatedly soothed him, then meekly retreated from the room.

All the way out of Qin ShanHai's little courtyard, Yun Xiantai finally dared to shout curses.

"Wayward disciple, wayward disciple—how could Shīzūn have taken on such a madman?"

Just thinking about it now still leaves him frightened.

After leaving Qin ShanHai's place, Yun Xiantai then went to Lin Potian's.

As for the result, it was the same.

After being rebuked by both disciples, Yun Xiantai walked listlessly along the street of Iron Prison Pass, unintentionally seeing a few passing disciples of Dao Yi Shengdi.

Although he didn't know those disciples, he recognized their attire—after all, Qi Xiong and the others hadn't changed the disciple uniforms of the Dao Yi Sect.

His eyes lit up instantly; those two wayward disciples had dry rations—could those little brats also have some?

Thinking this, Yun Xiantai immediately schemed.

He specifically inquired about the residences of Dao Yi Shengdi disciples, picked a spot they must pass, chose a auspicious piece of land, lay down on the ground, and began to wail.

"Ow...... ow...... ow............"

The wailing quickly caught the attention of some passing disciples; at that moment, several Blood Blade Peak and Overlord Spear Peak disciples stepped forward curiously, looking at the ragged old man before them, and expressed concern.

"Old sir, what's wrong? Are you injured? I have healing medicine here for you."

The few female disciples produced the healing medicine, but Yun Xiantai didn't even glance at it—this stuff, even dogs wouldn't eat.

Looking weak and listless, he sighed.

"I'm hungry, so hungry—fair maidens, please be kind and give this old man something to eat."

"Huh???"

"Hungry?"

Hearing this, the several female disciples were stunned—how could he be hungry? Taking a closer look, they saw the old man had no cultivation at all; could he be an ordinary person?

"Old sir, how did you end up in Iron Prison Pass?"

"Why would an ordinary person be in Iron Prison Pass? That's really strange."

As for this, Yun Xiantai just blurts it out.

"Speaking of this, the story would be long. I, the old man, originally was an old farmer from Mountain Gully Village. Although not wealthy, I also had a house full of descendants, father kind, son filial. Only those damned barbarian dogs..............."

"Old man, it's horrible, my family destroyed and people dead. Even without cultivation, I will come to this Iron Prison Gate, kill the barbarian dogs, to avenge my wife and children; even if I die, I will not hesitate."

What Yun Xiantai said was earth-shattering, scaring the few little girls into being stunned one after another.

Even one soft-hearted junior female disciple had her eyes reddened, rummaging through the Space Ring, and finally found that besides the dry rations, there was nothing else to eat.

Looking at his gaunt figure, as if he were about to starve to death, Yun Xiantai gritted his teeth and took out the dry rations.

"Elder, take this to eat. However, this Iron Prison Gate is not where you should stay; the Barbarian Tribe will naturally be dealt with by us cultivators. Rest assured, we will definitely avenge your wife and children."

He didn't even hear what the little girl said; at the instant the dry rations appeared, Yun Xiantai's eyes locked onto the dry rations.

"There are still many Hǎo rén in this world. Fairy, you are truly beautiful and kind-hearted. Old man, I have nothing to repay you with; in my next life, I will serve you as an ox or horse to repay you."

As an Emperor Realm powerhouse and former Sect Master of the Dao Yi Shengdi, Yun Xiantai has not the slightest bit of a powerhouse's burden; whatever he says, he just blurts out.