Chapter 863: I said this old guy didn't mean well

Ye Zhangqing's answer made Yun Xiantai nod in satisfaction; as of now, this is already the best result.

With the approval of Dao Yi Shengdi, this old ancestor of Yunluo Shengdi laughed and said.

"I am Shi Qingfeng; it is rare for fellow Daoists to visit my Yunluo Shengdi, and today I shall do my best as host."

"Someone, take Liu Lin's corpse away."

"Yes."

Following Shi Qingfeng's order, the disciples of Yunluo Shengdi around also dispersed one after another, and Liu Lin's corpse was also disposed of.

Meanwhile, Shi Qingfeng warmly entertained the people of Dao Yi Shengdi, inviting them to stay temporarily in the Dong Fu.

Seeing Shi Qingfeng smiling warmly as he chatted with Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo, and the others, Hong Zun sent a mental transmission to Qi Xiong.

"Senior Brother, this old thing is not right, there's a problem."

"So enthusiastic? You should know they didn't come this time as guests; they came entirely to cause trouble."

"They even fought their way all the way to Yunluo Shengdi; although the matter is settled, they shouldn't be this enthusiastic."

Hearing that, Qi Xiong also furrowed his brows slightly, but still spoke without changing expression.

"Don't worry, Shīzūn and the others will handle it."

The Dong Fu had long been prepared for the Dao Yi Shengdi people to rest; upon arriving here, Hong Zun confirmed that Shi Qingfeng really does have a problem.

"This clearly shows they came prepared."

Moreover, after settling everyone, Shi Qingfeng had no intention of leaving, constantly pulling Yun Xiantai and the others into idle chat.

He appears completely like an old friend of many years, but even Yun Xiantai and the others are baffled—we aren't that familiar with you, are we?

After chatting for about half a Shíchén, Shi Qingfeng glanced at the sky, then suddenly turned to Ye Zhangqing and said.

"Young friend Zhangqing, look at the time—it seems almost Fàn diǎn; don't you need to prepare?"

"Huh???"

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing froze; Yun Xiantai, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, and the others of Dao Yi Shengdi also froze.

"How the hell do you know mealtime is coming up?"

Hong Zun's eyes narrowed further; there's a problem—this old thing definitely has a big problem.

What nobody knows is that Shi Qingfeng didn't hesitate to leave seclusion and personally resolve this matter precisely because of the Yunluo Shèngzhǔ.

But this is not the main reason.

The main reason is a single sentence from the Yunluo Shèngzhǔ.

"What did you say? Not to clash with Dao Yi Shengdi? Are you treating this Shèngzhǔ as an idiot? They've come knocking on our door, and you still want to swallow your anger?"

"Old ancestor, in this matter we are not in the right to begin with."

"Is this a matter of being right or wrong? This is a matter of face."

"I know, but old ancestor, the food of Dao Yi Shengdi is truly fragrant; imagine if we clashed with Dao Yi Shengdi—we would not only gain a mighty emperor as an enemy, but also never again be able to eat such delicious food—wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"That's ridiculous; you are at least a Human Race great emperor and a holy land master, yet you can't even withstand a meal?"

"Old ancestor, it's different; sigh, you just need to try it yourself to know—Dao Yi Shengdi's three meals a day, at different Shíchén............. whether you can get to eat them depends on your own ability, anyway, once you've tried it yourself you'll know."

"Nonsense; I've lived so many years, what mountain delicacies and sea flavors haven't I eaten? The tasty dishes of the Spirit Chef Alliance, I'm about to vomit from eating them."

"Just try it yourself, old ancestor, and you'll know."

Thus, Shi Qingfeng knows the mealtime of Dao Yi Shengdi inside out, which is why he's been lingering here.

He wants to see whether the Dao Yi Shengdi food that the Yunluo Shèngzhǔ described as astonishingly heavenly is really that outrageous, simply an exaggeration.

Regardless of everyone's strange looks, today's meal, Shi Qingfeng has decided to taste.

Gazing intently at Ye Zhangqing, seeing this, Ye Zhangqing stood up and smiled.

"Right, then I'll make something—does anyone have anything they want to eat?"

"Huh???"

Hearing this, everyone no longer bothered with that old guy Shi Qingfeng; hearing his tone, it seems we can order dishes?

Ye Zhangqing indeed plans to make several dishes, after all everyone came thousands of miles because of him, and the number is small—just Qi Xiong and the others, plus a group of Inner Disciples.

With few people, it's not troublesome.

"I want fish-flavored shredded pork."

"Give me some Dongpo meat."

"And another yellow-braised spare rib."

Upon learning they could actually order dishes, everyone shouted excitedly, "This damn thing is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity!"

Meanwhile, Shi Qingfeng, watching the Dao Yi Shengdi people instantly become excited, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Are these guys sick? Getting this excited over a meal?"

"Young friend Zhangqing, I'll also order an explosive stir-fried dragon belly."

Although he thought that way, he shamelessly ordered a dish anyway.

Shi Qingfeng's favorite is dragon belly; he remembers when he was young, the first time he ate explosive stir-fried dragon belly, it was delicious.

After all, back then he hadn't eaten anything good, but later, the skills of those Spirit Chef Alliance spirit cooks were just so-so; over time, Shi Qingfeng lost any expectation.

But now, Ye Zhangqing, praised to the heavens by the Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, I don't know if he can give me a surprise.

As everyone finished ordering, Ye Zhangqing also began preparations; worth mentioning is that Shi Qingfeng even had the pantry ready.

At the sight of the pantry, Hong Zun instantly sent a mental transmission to Qi Xiong.

"Senior Brother, I said this old thing has a problem—he was clearly here from the start just to mooch a meal."

This old thing obviously prepared in advance; otherwise, why would he even have a pantry?

Do you guys of Yunluo Shengdi, when receiving cultivators, specially prepare a Dong Fu with a pantry?

This clearly shows prior planning.

Sure enough, these old fogeys are not a single easy-to-handle, damn it, they still want to mooch off the food of Dao Yi Shengdi.

For some reason, Hong Zun suddenly felt like he was at a loss.

Although the Yunmeng Luo Sea is indeed heaven-defying, the quotas are even more priceless.

But in Hong Zun's heart, the meals of Little Changqing are even more priceless treasures.

What's more, today it's a special meal, and they're ordering dishes—damn, it's a huge loss.

Think of him, Hong Zun—he is also a dignified peak lord of Dao Yi Shengdi, with cultivation at the Great Saint Realm, yet even he can only get a chance to order two dishes to taste during holidays.

Usually he just eats the big pot meal.

But this old thing Shi Qingfeng, without saying a word, just started eating, which made Hong Zun feel very unbalanced inside.

Thinking about it, he really feels uneasy.

But now that it's come to this, it's too late to try to stop it.

As time passed, waves of aroma slowly drifted out from the kitchen; Shi Qingfeng smelled this fragrance, and his eyes instantly flashed with a look of astonishment.

How fragrant! Indeed, there's something to it—looks like the Saint Lord of Yunluo wasn't just talking nonsense.

Just this aroma alone already made Shi Qingfeng's index finger twitch.

He had long forgotten how many years it had been since he felt this way; unconsciously he swallowed his saliva, his anticipation grew stronger, and he wished the meal would start sooner.