Chapter 89: The battle is extremely fierce

"Nonsense, clearly a battle that could be settled with a single sword, and now you want me to spare it?"

"We're just sparing its life for now; we can kill it after we've had our fill of soup, no rush."

"Impossible, I, Zhao, will never coexist with the Demon Race in my lifetime."

"At some point on the battlefield, Xu Jie stood between Zhao Zhengping and an earth demon, the two brothers arguing heatedly."

"Seeing Zhao Zhengping's stubborn temper flare up again, Xu Jie was also speechless."

"So, do you want soup or not?"

"Knowing Senior Brother's temperament, even the master sometimes can't handle him, and Xu Jie also knew he couldn't persuade him; he had almost given up, but who would have thought that in the next second Zhao Zhengping's face turned red with strain, and he gritted his teeth and spat out a single word."

"Want."

"Such a simple word, yet it made Xu Jie feel as if he were witnessing the most impossible thing in the world."

"Under Xu Jie's stunned gaze, Zhao Zhengping's eyes darted about, and he explained weakly."

"I... that's for Junior Sister Rou to drink, just this once, not to be repeated."

"Good, Senior Brother, righteous."

"Having settled Zhao Zhengping, Xu Jie let out a deep sigh of relief; all that remained was to drink the soup with peace of mind."

"The disciples of the Dao Yi Sect were unanimous in their opinion, but the surviving demon beasts were utterly bewildered."

"The disciples, who had just been full of killing intent, now showed these beasts the utmost care."

"Are you alright?"

"A disciple of Jade Maiden Peak, looking at the demon beast before her, asked with a concerned expression; the beast's eyes were full of bewilderment."

"Just now, that sword's edge was only 0.001 millimeter away from it; it even felt the summon of the god of death, yet it ended up surviving, and moreover, that Jade Maiden Peak disciple actually began to care for it."

"Even more, when facing some heavily wounded demon beasts, the disciples took out their own healing medicine and fed it to them."

"Hey, demon brother, wake up, don't sleep, you need to perk up."

"With a few hard slaps paired with the healing medicine, they forcibly slapped the demon beast awake."

"Dazedly lifting its head, it saw several Dao Yi Sect disciples surrounding it, and murmured weakly."

"Are there Dao Yi Sect disciples in the Underworld as well?"

"Seeing the demon beast finally awaken, the disciples let out a collective sigh of relief."

"Junior Sister, keep a good watch on it, don't let it die; Senior Brother, I'll go get a bowl of soup first."

"According to the agreed rotation, the disciples, just as before, took turns coming to the formation's entrance to drink soup."

"Xu Jie stood before Ye Zhangqing, comfortably sipping his soup, while the busy Ye Zhangqing casually asked a question."

"Third Senior Brother, how's the situation now?"

"It was just an offhand question, but Xu Jie froze for a moment, then quickly composed himself and spoke with feigned solemnity."

"Alas, the battle is still fierce; everyone is fighting desperately, bloodied."

"Really? Then it seems the soup can't be stopped."

"Yes, yes, Junior Brother Zhangqing, you've worked hard; without your soup, we senior brothers couldn't hold out."

"Don't worry, Third Senior Brother, I know."

"Mm, thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Zhangqing."

"Moved, he patted Ye Zhangqing's shoulder; at this moment, Xu Jie felt his long-held dream come true—being able to eat Ye Zhangqing's cooking without limit."

"Haha, I never thought I, Xu Jie, would have this day."

"My heart was practically blooming with joy, until Ye Zhangqing's voice came."

"Eh, Third Senior Brother, isn't your wound already stopped? If it's not bleeding, there's no need to drink soup; give it to those who need it."

"Ye Zhangqing merely glanced up unintentionally, said it offhandedly without thinking; but hearing this, Xu Jie grew nervous, and immediately covertly used his Línglì, tearing open one of his wounds, causing blood to gush out."

"Where's it stopped? Junior Brother, quick, give me another bowl of soup."

"Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing had no suspicion, handed Xu Jie a bowl of soup, and went back to being busy."

"To ensure enough rich bone broth, Ye Zhangqing dared not slacken in the slightest."

"Meanwhile, the soup-drinking Xu Jie felt a lingering fear; later he'd still have to tell everyone that the act must be carried out fully, but he couldn't let the secret slip."

"Returning to the battlefield once more, although the shouts of killing still shook the heavens, a careful observer would see that it was practically seven or eight Dao Yi Sect disciples surrounding a single demon beast, just shy of setting up a big pot, while still shouting angrily."

"Damned Demon Race, I'll fight you to the end."

"Kill!"

"Today, either you die or I perish."

"As for the demon beast, it was occasionally kicked."

"Shout, I've shouted, now it's your turn."

"Ah, kill..............."

"You haven't eaten, have you? In battle, can't you muster some spirit?"

"Watch me; however I shout, you shout the same."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Right, just shout like that, come on."

"Judging solely by the sound, this is absolutely an extremely brutal battle, both sides risking their lives."

"Of course, some demon beasts couldn't endure such humiliation."

"You Dao Yi Sect bully the demons too much; a scholar may be killed but not humiliated; if you have the ability............."

"I have your mother, shut your mouth."

"Afraid that distant Ye Zhangqing might hear, he directly gave it a big slap and then covered its mouth."

Wuu wuu wuu..............

Unable to make a sound, he could only watch as several Dao Yi Sect disciples nearby discussed.

This guy isn't being honest.

How about switching to another one?

There's none left; look around, where else is there a living monster beast?

But it's not cooperating.

Why not try again?

Alright, you go discuss with it.

He turned his head, locking his gaze onto that monster beast.

You don't want a fate worse than death, do you.......................

After some friendly negotiation, the monster beast finally let out a resentful shout of 'Kill!' but what greeted it was another big hit.

What the hell are you howling for? This is a battlefield, what's with your crying voice? Do it again, and if you don't shout well, I'll castrate you.

Kill!.............

He spoke again; this time it was okay, but tears of humiliation streamed down his eyes.

These Dao Yi Sect disciples are really bullying the monsters.

At the Formation entrance, the busy Ye Zhangqing naturally could also hear the incessant shouts of killing from the battlefield.

It seems the monster beasts have plenty of reinforcements; hopefully we can hold them off.

Around him, many disciples gathered, their shouts rising and falling.

Hurry up, bring the soup, the bleeding won't stop.

The monster beasts' reinforcements have come again; I was surrounded by ten monster beasts and only after great difficulty managed to counter-kill them.

Hold on, brothers; we will surely win this battle.

What Shī xiōng said is right; as long as I have soup, I can keep fighting.

Good; I won't stop fighting until I finish the soup.

Someone shouted a line, and for a moment all the disciples roared in unison.

I won't stop fighting until I finish the soup.

I won't stop fighting until I finish the soup.

I won't stop fighting until I finish the soup.

The soaring spirit infected Ye Zhangqing's heart as well; it seems that as a cook, he too is not completely useless.

On another part of the battlefield, seven or eight Dao Yi Sect disciples surrounded a monster beast, speaking with a 'kind' expression.

Keep shouting, or I'll mess you up.

Maybe you should just kill me?

Want to die? Didn't you hear? You can't even die unless you finish the soup.

Wuu wuu........... Kill!...........