Chapter 906: A Little Demonic Cultivator, Wait for Old Man to Finish This Bowl of Rice

After personally experiencing Ye Zhangqing's craftsmanship, Nangong Qing and the other inner disciples of Yunluo Holy Land, as well as those few old Stewards, all felt terrible.

Especially when looking at Shi Yiyi, Nangong Qing said with a face full of regret.

"Junior Sister, those three royal-grade savage beasts before..........."

"The taste is not bad."

Hearing that, Shi Yiyi merely replied lightly, but that sentence almost brought tears of regret to Nangong Qing's eyes.

Damn it, really damn it, we're all fellow senior and junior brothers/sisters, you actually ate a royal-grade savage beast without telling me.

However, if we talk about who was the most excited, it was still those few old Stewards.

Increasing lifespan— for them, what's most important right now is naturally lifespan.

Moreover, although eating this meal didn't instantly add much lifespan, compared to many heavenly treasures it's already incredibly heaven-defying.

Several people gazed intensely at Ye Zhangqing and asked.

"Young Friend Zhangqing, the effect of this food............."

What several people are most worried about right now is whether the effect of this food will diminish like heavenly treasures, decreasing with each use.

And Ye Zhangqing's answer directly made those few old men completely excited.

"Senior, rest assured, this won't happen."

Yu Mo and them had already proven this before, and now having broken through to the Emperor Realm, they completely have no worries about lifespan.

There will be no decrease at all, which made those few old men's eyes light up— damn, can we actually survive?

Exchanging a glance, the few old men's gazes toward Ye Zhangqing were burning hot, making Ye Zhangqing get goosebumps.

"Senior, you're looking at me like this............."

"Haha, Young Friend Zhangqing, please forgive us, we were just overly excited for a moment."

"Then it's good, then it's good."

Immediately, Ye Zhangqing looked at everyone present and said slowly.

"Now, do you all think we have a chance to win?"

"Needless to say, we will surely win."

One meal made everyone's confidence overflow, and most importantly, that was just a seventh-grade savage beast.

Immediately, everyone's gazes turned toward Nangong Qing.

"Senior Brother, I think that in this critical moment, as the saying goes, in extraordinary times one must take extraordinary measures— those eighth- and ninth-grade savage beasts should now be the time to contribute."

"Not bad, and those king-grade savage beasts should also be the time to contribute to our Yunluo Holy Land."

Everyone's thoughts were now on those savage beasts; this time, even those few old Stewards did not voice any objection.

The savage beasts that have been raised in the back mountains, for some reason, instinctively felt a chill run down their spines.

Unconsciously, many savage beasts began to howl.

As for Nangong Qing, hearing everyone's words, he couldn't help but swallow, then nodded heavily.

"What the junior brothers said is correct; in times of danger, we naturally cannot stick to the old ways."

"Senior Brother, noble righteousness."

"Senior Brother, mighty and valiant."

Looking at the inner disciples of Yunluo Holy Land, for some reason Ye Zhangqing always had a shadow of Dao Yi Shengdi.

It's as if, at a glance, facing a group of fellow brothers and sisters, they seemed the same.

Other matters didn't need Ye Zhangqing's worry; Nangong Qing directly assigned several junior brothers to take care of the savage beasts.

Starting with the king-grade savage beasts, after all, the Demonic Cultivators' first wave of attack is surely the fiercest.

Because of Ye Zhangqing's words, everyone dispelled the thought of fleeing; relying on the holy land's formation, plus that heaven-defying effect of the spiritual food, how could we not fight the Demonic Cultivators?

They were preparing meticulously, but what everyone most looked forward to was the arrival of each day's Fàn diǎn.

It's probably that little girl Shi Yiyi who leaked it, saying that Dao Yi Shengdi has three meals a day.

This made Nangong Qing and the others drool uncontrollably; after some coaxing and persuasion, Ye Zhangqing finally nodded in agreement.

"Brother Zhangqing, we're also doing this to prepare against the Demonic Cultivators."

"Yeah, as the saying goes, "Man is iron, rice is steel"; if you don't eat enough, how can you have fighting strength?"

"Brother Zhangqing, you've also been working hard these days; this is the unique spiritual fruit of our Yunluo Holy Land, Brother Zhangqing, take it as a snack."

Good fellow, a ninth-grade spiritual fruit eaten straight as a snack.

In order to have three meals a day, Nangong Qing and the others really gave it their all; even those few old Stewards brought out their treasures stored at the bottom of their chests.

Things like giving Ye Zhangqing means of self-defense.

Anyway, Ye Zhangqing also reaped a large haul of treasures.

However, speaking of the unique spiritual fruit of Yunluo Holy Land, the taste is indeed not bad— sweet and sour, quite addictive.

The number of people isn't large either, so there's no need to fight over food.

After several days passed like that, the Demonic Cultivators' side also gathered roughly, and finally began to attack the Yunluo Holy Land.

Perhaps thinking they held an absolute advantage, the Demonic Cultivators didn't bother with any tricks, just marching straight toward the Yunluo Holy Land.

They had no intention of hiding their tracks at all.

The people who were having lunch, upon hearing that the Demonic Cultivators were preparing to launch an attack, all hurriedly came outside the gate.

The holy land's grand formation had long been activated, but seeing these guys, they still couldn't bear to put down their big bowls, so Ye Zhangqing reminded them.

"How about we eat after the fight?"

"Brother Zhangqing, rest easy; these petty Demonic Cultivators— after this old man finishes this bowl of rice, I'll directly kill them."

Huh???

Hearing that, one of the old stewards, while eating a big mouthful of rice, said in a deep voice.

Shortly after, the Demonic Cultivators' army appeared outside the Holy Land, their numbers not few; with so many Demonic Cultivators gathering, for a moment demonic qi permeated outside the Cloudmoss Holy Land.

The sky was completely covered by the thick demonic qi.

In Zhongzhou, I can't even recall how many years it's been since I last saw so many Demonic Cultivators gathered together.

After all, constantly under fierce assault from the major sects, it's already remarkable that the Demonic Cultivators can merely scrape by; they would never dare to make such a grand show before the world.

Moreover, the leaders of the Demonic Cultivators actually have Shèngjìng cultivation—six of them in total.

Who would have thought that in Zhongzhou there could still be six Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators hiding, and no one knows how they escaped the major sects' pursuit earlier.

But just then, when the Demonic Cultivators' army arrived, though they had been fierce and mighty, upon seeing through the Formation that Nangong Qing and the others were eating, they all went dumb.

"What the hell are these guys doing?"

"Seeing the Demon Lord, it looks like they're eating."

"I fucking want you to say it."

They're not fools; one person is holding a big bowl, eating with great delight—how could I not know they're eating?

But is this really the time to be eating?

We're about to go to war—our over a hundred thousand Demonic Cultivators are about to attack, and you still have the mood to eat?

For a moment, the six leading Shèngjìng Demonic Cultivators felt only utter humiliation.

Your Cloudmoss Holy Land has no strong ones left, yet you still look down on us from afar?

We fucking have over a hundred thousand Demonic Cultivators—can't you give us at least a little respect?

"Courting death—kill them, break the Formation, attack the Holy Land."