Chapter 87: Sweetness on the Battlefield

Finally knowing why the Divine Sword Peak disciples were so crazy, at this moment the Jade Maiden Peak disciples likewise couldn't put down the soup in their hands, not enough to drink, simply not enough to drink.

Just as the Jade Maiden Peak disciples were going crazy over it, a roar came from the front from the Divine Sword Peak disciples.

"Holy shit, is it ready? I can't hold on much longer."

"One bowl each, leave some for us."

"When you're done drinking, roll over here, it's our turn."

Watching the Jade Maiden Peak disciples drink bowl after bowl, the Divine Sword Peak folks were completely frantic, "How the hell are you drinking like that? Come over and take over!"

The pressure on the front line was indeed great; hearing this, even Hong Zun opened his mouth to curse.

"Get lost, get lost, what time is it now? Finish drinking and scram back."

Although they were reluctant, the situation was such that the Jade Maiden Peak disciples still turned and headed to the front line to fight.

After drinking the soup, each of them revived, their spirit soaring like a rainbow.

And seeing the Jade Maiden Peak disciples go and return, the Divine Sword Peak folks naturally turned and ran without hesitation.

Originally six monsters were besieging a Divine Sword Peak disciple, but while they were fighting, this disciple dodged and slipped away.

Immediately a Jade Maiden Peak disciple took his place.

"Junior sister, hold on."

"Senior brother, hurry up."

"Don't worry, senior brother will be quick."

They were fighting and fighting, and then they actually switched people—damn, a few monsters stood there stunned, you'd think this was a ring match.

Immediately they flew into a rage; these Dao Yi Sect disciples simply didn't treat them as people.

Yet facing the siege of several monsters, this Jade Maiden Peak disciple showed no fear, for I am one who has drunk the soup.

Such a scene could be seen everywhere on the battlefield; countless monsters were dazed, and suddenly their opponents were swapped.

"This is absurd, utter nonsense—look at your Jade Maiden Peak people, this is war, what propriety is this?"

Only one person was shouting curses, and that person was none other than the Divine Sword Peak Senior Brother Zhao Zhengping.

As of now, it seems only he and Zhao Rou haven't tasted Ye Zhangqing's cooking.

However, upon hearing this, Zhao Rou, who had fought side by side with him all along, spoke with a strange expression.

"Brother Ping, it seems your Divine Sword Peak started this."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Zhengping's old face flushed red, but he stubbornly said:

"They're beyond saving, I can't even be bothered to say it, but Rou Mei, Jade Maiden Peak can't be like this; you must properly guide them onto the right path."

"Is that so? After looking around and charging back onto the battlefield, seeing those fierce Jade Maiden Peak disciples one after another, Zhao Rou couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt."

After hesitating a moment, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"I feel this soup is indeed strange, Brother Ping; why don't we also go taste it?"

Before and after, they were like two different people; hearing this, Zhao Zhengping's face darkened and he immediately wanted to refuse.

"Come on, I'm the Senior Brother of Divine Sword Peak; now is a matter of life and death, on the battlefield—how could we lose our ambition over soup?"

"Impossible, even if I, Zhao Zhengping, die on the battlefield today, I would absolutely not................"

After more than ten breaths, at the formation entrance, looking at the high‑bone soup in his hand, Zhao Zhengping wore an expression of enjoyment.

"Rou Mei, this soup smells wonderful."

"It is very fragrant."

Unable to resist, he took a slurp, and immediately Zhao Zhengping stood there stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.

"This........ this soup............"

"What's wrong, Brother Ping?"

"It's delicious, Rou Mei, you should try it too—it's really delicious, I've never drunk such a delicious soup."

Seeing the usually stern Zhao Zhengping show such an expression, Zhao Rou chuckled lightly, took a sip, and immediately her reaction mirrored his.

"No wonder, no wonder everyone is so crazy about it—it's not without reason."

"Brother Ping, it turns out your Divine Sword Peak has always been eating such delicacies."

"It was just an offhand remark, but upon hearing this, Zhao Zhengping blinked, 'Have you been eating it all along? Why the hell have I never eaten it?'"

Gazing at Ye Zhangqing with boundless resentment, he sensed a wave of resentment coming; the busy Ye Zhangqing looked up, and his gaze met Zhao Zhengping's.

Having had little contact with this senior brother, Ye Zhangqing still politely smiled, as a greeting.

As for Zhao Zhengping, at this moment he felt the whole world had turned gray, as if the entire Divine Sword Peak had abandoned him.

"Brother Ping, Brother Ping, are you alright?"

Only when Zhao Rou's voice reached him did he come to, laughing and shaking his head.

"I'm fine, this soup is truly delicious, and its pain‑relieving effect isn't bad either—Rou Mei, drink more."

"Hmm, Brother Ping too—look, you're still bleeding."

"Okay."

The two of them looked like a lovestruck couple, making anyone who saw them feel awkward, yet they stood right in front of the table, blocking many disciples behind them.

Finally someone couldn't help but say.

"I say, Senior Brother, can't you wait until after the fight to show off your love? The situation is urgent."

"Yeah, junior brother, my major artery was slit, the bleeding won't stop, I urgently need a bowl of soup to keep going."

"Why don't you two step aside a bit, and you can show off however you like."

"Even on the battlefield, can't we escape this damn dog food?"

Faced with the complaints of many disciples, Zhao Rou's thin‑skinned face flushed instantly; even Zhao Zhengping's old face could barely hold back.

"Fellow junior brothers, I................"

Just about to explain, but suddenly a huge force came from my butt, sending me flying into the air toward the battlefield.

Cut the crap, after you finish drinking, get lost.

Hong Zun appeared behind Zhao Zhengping at some point, and without a word, kicked him flying away.

One hand holding a bowl, a satisfied smile on his face, ah, that feels great—I finally let out a bit of bad air, also counted as collecting some interest, letting you dare use Formation to trap my master.

Hong Zun, this is definitely not revenge.

He took a beautiful sip of the soup, feeling it was a bit fresher and sweeter than before.

He had disciplined a disciple and drunk several bowls of soup, and just as Hong Zun was happily oblivious, Qing Shi's voice came from the sky.

"Hong Zun, have you finally recovered or not?"

Qing Shi was truly angry; that old thing said he was going to drink soup, letting me hold the line first, then come back to switch with me.

For the sake of drinking soup, Qing Shi also agreed.

But that old thing just disappeared after leaving, leaving me alone to face Xuehu Yaowang and Jin Diaoyaowang.

Facing two opponents alone, Qing Shi gave it his all, barely managing to hold them off, but waiting left and right, no one came, so he couldn't help but curse.

Hearing Qing Shi's angry shout, Hong Zun suddenly reacted.

"Damn, I almost forgot."

The surrounding disciples, hearing this, twitched the corners of their mouths—someone's fighting desperately there, and you forgot?

He drained the bowl of soup in one gulp, and Hong Zun flashed forward to rush at Qing Shi.

Afterwards, the two exchanged positions; Hong Zun took on two opponents alone while Qing Shi went down to drink soup.

This scene made Xuehu Yaowang tremble with anger, feeling contempt—this is blatant contempt for himself.

"Ah, Hong Zun, I'll kill you!"

And Hong Zun completely ignored him, just shouting loudly at Qing Shi.

"Hurry up, finish drinking and come switch with me."

Xuehu Yaowang.

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