Chapter 88

Finally getting to drink this long-desired soup, upon entering the formation, Qing Shi shook his head with an expression of enjoyment and said.

Not bad, not bad; this soup exists only in heaven—how could we possibly hear of it a few times in the mortal world?

Xu Jie

A loud shout from Hong Zun rang out from the sky, but Qing Shi acted as if he hadn't heard it at all, eyes closed, enjoying it to the utmost.

Blood Tiger Demon King

Golden Eagle Demon King

Truly, this bowl of soup contains the myriad flavors of the world; the more you drink, the more it makes one unable to restrain oneself.

Demon King

Good, good, good; each bowl of soup has its own unique flavor, appearing the same but actually quite different.

Don't put on an act, hurry up and get back here, damn it, until I've finished drinking it.

Hearing the angry shouts continuously coming from the sky, the disciples beside him couldn't help but remind Qing Shi.

Dao Yi Sect

Divine Sword Peak disciple

No, you misheard; he's actually arguing with the Xuehu Yaowang, we shouldn't disturb him.

Third Senior Brother

I originally thought that for the stuttering, their methods were already dirty enough, but now compared to the Grand Elder, that's really small-time witch seeing big-time witch.

Their little tricks simply aren't fit for the table.

Look at others—my old brother takes on two alone, facing two Demon Kings by himself, yet he can sit here so calmly drinking soup, eyes closed, shaking his head, occasionally commenting—really badass.

"Alas, it seems my great-uncle was not lying to me."

A disciple sighed; hearing that, another disciple beside him questioned doubtfully.

"What do you mean 'he doesn't deceive you'?"

"My great-uncle earlier said my grandfather, 'living long without dying is to be a thief'; look at the Grand Elder, being able to live this many years, he's indeed not comparable to us youngsters."

Upon hearing this, the disciples pursed their lips, and some even patted his shoulder and said.

"Your great-uncle must be very filial, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Just a guess."

Because he never got a response, Hong Zun up in the sky became utterly frantic; he forced back the Xuehu Yaowang with a sword, turned his head to look at the Formation entrance, and in an instant his eyes almost burst.

I'm fighting to the death here, while that damned Qing Shi, that old bastard, somehow got hold of a chair, already seated there like a landlord, holding a bowl of soup and drinking it with great enjoyment.

"Ah............."

"Hong Zun, if I don't kill you today, I won't be called Xuehu................"

Not noticing Hong Zun's abnormality, the Xuehu Yaowang attacked again, but with just one sword strike it was again knocked flying.

"Grey-haired ruffian, white-bearded old scoundrel, put down my soup!"

With bloodshot eyes filled with veins, he roared; hearing that, Qing Shi finally lifted his head to look at Hong Zun, revealing a faint smile.

"What's the rush? I'm here now; the soup was just a bit hot, I'm letting it cool."

"Get lost."

Qing Shi's response was an angry shout.

"Don't rush to drink the soup; finish things first, then sip slowly."

As Qing Shi made a move, the Xuehu Yaowang and Jin Diaoyaowang instantly fell into a disadvantage; one-on-one they are no match for the two of Hong Zun.

As Ye Zhangqing made a move, the situation on the battlefield gradually began to tilt toward the Dao Yi Sect side.

There's nothing to be done; these disciples are each fiercer than the last, and the demon beasts simply can't match them.

Although demon beasts occasionally arrive as reinforcements, the speed of support has long been slower than the speed at which they are being killed.

So the number of demon beasts keeps dwindling; now, surprisingly, the Dao Yi Sect side has gained a numerical advantage.

With the pressure greatly reduced, the Dao Yi Sect disciples have now gone completely berserk in killing.

Everywhere one can see Dao Yi Sect disciples wielding long swords, harvesting the lives of demon beasts.

A Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ was about to finish off the demon beast before him with a single sword, but Xu Jie suddenly stopped him, and he asked in puzzlement.

"Third Shī xiōng, what's this?"

"Wait, don't kill it."

"Why?"

On this battlefield, facing demon beasts, you're telling me not to kill them? What's the idea—let them rest, then have a fair fight, so others won't say our Dao Yi Sect is taking advantage of their peril?

Looking at Xu Jie with a blank expression, in response, Xu Jie's eyes flashed with wise light as he said.

"Look, how many demon beasts are left now?"

Hearing that, not understanding what he meant, but this disciple still looked around.

"Not many left; at most another quarter hour and we'll be done."

"Yeah, the battle will end soon; once the battle ends, we won't be able to drink the soup."

"Holy shit............"

Upon hearing that, the disciple's eyes widened like saucers, as if he had discovered something huge.

Yeah, once the battle ends, they won't be able to drink the soup, right?

For a moment, the disciple's eyes looking at Xu Jie were full of lingering fear; luckily, the Third Shī xiōng stopped him in time, otherwise he would have nearly made a big mistake.

Seeing the change in that junior disciple's expression, Xu Jie nodded approvingly—'even a child can be taught.'

"Then, Third Shī xiōng, what should we do now?"

Getting to the point, Xu Jie's expression also turned proper.

There's only one way: don't let the battle end.

Don't let the battle end?

He looked around again; this seems difficult, the monsters obviously have no more resistance left—we just need to finish them off in one sweep, and the battle will be over.

You idiot, do you understand artificial control?

Ah, artificial control?

He first froze, then as if reacting, his eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded repeatedly.

Third Shī xiōng, you're brilliant, junior brother understands.

Then that's fine.

Xu Jie then rushed elsewhere, seeing off the third Shī xiōng as he left; this disciple turned to face the dying monster beast before him, and a hint of compassion suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Monster Brother, you can't die.

Afterward, more and more disciples began to shuttle back and forth across the battlefield.

Those monster beasts that should have been killed with a single sword all managed to survive.

Junior sister, spare the beast.

Senior brother, what is this...?

We can't kill it; if we kill it, how will we drink the soup?

The battle can't end so quickly; keeping them alive will be of great use.

Do you want to drink soup?

Yes.

If you want it, you can't kill it.

You pighead, think hard about why Junior Brother Ye Changqing would stew soup.

Because of the battle?

Exactly, so we can't let the battle end so quickly, otherwise how would we drink the soup?

Understood, thanks, Shī xiōng.

Fortunately, Shī xiōng reminded us in time, otherwise junior sister would have made a huge mistake.

Disciples passed the word to each other, and soon the atmosphere on the battlefield completely changed.

The disciples looked at those dying monsters, their killing intent sharply decreased, replaced by a hint of compassion, concern, even worry.

What kind of monster is this? They're practically walking meal tickets—having them around lets the disciples keep drinking soup.

Monster Brother, you need to perk up, you can't just die like that.