Chapter 94

Leaving Jinhai Yingdi, the crowd of Demon Kings looked at the Space Ring full of demon beast corpses, each of their faces sinking to an extreme degree.

Especially the Xuehu Yaowang, with a dissatisfied look, said to the Demon King who had previously agreed to Qi Xiong.

"Why did you agree? I clearly didn't do it; you know, I clearly never did."

Faced with the Xuehu Yaowang's questioning, that Demon King also replied angrily.

"What do you suggest then? Go to war with the Human Race?"

Upon hearing this, the Xuehu Yaowang's aura instantly weakened, yet he still unwillingly said.

"I am truly wronged............"

"Hmph, look at your little ambition; a temporary grievance means nothing—laughing last is the true winner."

"Do you know why, in this Dongzhou, the Human Race has always been suppressing our Demon Race?"

"Because of the East Sea water tribe."

"Not bad; if it weren't for the ancestor of the Dao Yi Sect, who expended countless treasures and foundations to inscribe that great formation in the East Sea, blocking the East Sea water tribe outside Dongzhou, our Demon Race's strength would absolutely surpass the Human Race—why bother with such pretense with them?"

"Now we have finally found an opportunity; the Jiao Long clan has already found the treasure that can break the formation. As soon as the formation is broken, countless water tribes can enter Dongzhou unhindered."

"Then, when the time comes, all parts of our Dongzhou Demon Race can rise up and strike the Human Race down in one fell swoop."

"What is needed now is time; do you really want to ruin years of preparation over a temporary setback and grievance?"

Upon hearing this, the Xuehu Yaowang fell silent; it naturally understood this reasoning.

"Everything now must focus on the nearby East Sea water tribe; we absolutely cannot let the Human Race detect anything in advance."

"Moreover, this is also a good opportunity."

Saying this, that Demon King revealed a cold smile; hearing it, the Xuehu looked over in confusion.

"After this great battle, the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ are each heavily wounded; perhaps the Human Race still thinks nothing will happen, but we can make use of this opportunity."

"Let the East Sea water tribe suddenly attack; before breaking the Formation, seize the entire Jinhai Yingdi in one move—as long as we control Jinhai Yingdi, the matter will be foolproof."

Upon hearing this, the crowd of Demon Kings' eyes lit up, and they all spoke up in praise.

"Good idea, good idea."

"The Zhihu Yaowang truly is the strategist of our Demon Race—haha, good, good."

"In this way, the overall situation can be decided."

Listening to the agreement of the crowd of Demon Kings, the Zhihu Yaowang also revealed a confident smile.

Not knowing what these demon beasts were up to, after arriving at Jinhai Yingdi, they were indeed no match for the Dao Yi Sect.

Put simply, Jinhai Yingdi is just a small city, except its walls are very high and many defensive formations have been inscribed.

"Each select rooms according to their rank."

With Zhao Zhengping's order, many disciples began to select rooms.

Menial Disciples share a room two per room, Outer Door Disciples have one person per room, Inner Door Disciples also have one person per room, but the area is somewhat larger.

As for Inner Disciples, each has a separate small courtyard.

Ye Zhangqing is a Menial Disciple, yet he was assigned the largest courtyard, which originally should have been Zhao Zhengping's residence.

Yet no one objected; Zhao Zhengping wholeheartedly agreed, and in the end Ye Zhangqing simply designated this place as the kitchen.

Anyway, it is divided into front courtyard and back courtyard.

Ye Zhangqing lives in the back courtyard; turning the front courtyard into the kitchen is no problem and saves the hassle of running back and forth.

After settling the lodgings, the effect of the high-bone soup also gradually faded; many disciples had serious injuries, and some could not even get out of bed, only able to slowly recover through healing pills.

Seeing the disciples wounded and needing proper care, Ye Zhangqing, out of goodwill, said a line.

"I think, since all the senior brothers are wounded, should we delay eating for a few days? After all, everyone is avoiding grains, so let's focus on healing wounds.................."

Just as he was speaking, suddenly countless resentful thoughts surged toward Ye Zhangqing.

Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Xu Jie, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao, and the crowd of disciples all looked at themselves with resentful faces.

"I........... this............."

"Junior Brother Ye Zhangqing, this senior brother is going to criticize you—who are you looking down on? Just a minor superficial wound, how could it affect senior brother's meal?"

"Exactly, this is just a small scene; think back when senior brother just joined the Dao Yi Sect—he killed from the south of Huling all the way to the north of Yuan Mountain, back and forth eight times, without even blinking an eye."

The disciples all spoke up, but after glancing at their condition, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched—really just a superficial wound?

That senior brother whose major artery was cut—your gauze is still bleeding.

And that senior brother who didn't even blink—your eyes seem blind.

However, these injuries can all be healed; after all, we are cultivators—this minor injury really isn't anything, and even blindness can be cured.

But rest is still needed.

But everyone strongly demanded Ye Zhangqing cook; saying it was just a superficial wound, in the end he had no choice but to nod and agree.

Having tidied up the pots and bowls, as for ingredients, Ye Zhangqing had brought quite a few when leaving the Sect.

Even if not enough, we can still go out to purchase.

I also stewed a pot of high-bone soup, mainly to ease the pain of the brothers' wounds, plus a dish of vinegar‑slivered jade cabbage.

When Fàn diǎn arrived, this was probably the fewest people ever to eat in the history of Divine Sword Peak; moreover, the disciples were extremely gentle, with no fights breaking out, only occasionally a friendly greeting would be heard.

"You're not watching where you're going—you stepped on my foot."

"Sorry, Shī xiōng, my eyes are blind—I can't see."

"If you can't see, why are you still coming to eat? Go lie down."

"Holy shit, stop crowding— the blood that just stopped has burst again, damn it."

"Hehe, if I were to unleash a binding hand technique now, wouldn't I instantly be first?"

Moreover, a disciple was still thinking of playing a dirty trick, but as soon as he moved, a pig‑like scream rang out, causing everyone nearby to feel utter contempt.

"I think your brain is also injured—go get checked, your hands are damn broken, and you still want to use binding hand?"

Under such a gentle atmosphere, the disciples finished this meal, and when they left, many disciples even took back the bones they had gnawed, as clean as if scrubbed with a steel wire ball, not a shred of meat left, beautifully saying it was to feed those fellow disciples who were seriously injured and unable to get out of bed.

This scene simply brings tears to one's eyes, doesn't it?

The Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ actually were willing to share their food with others—those were big bones, after all. Although they had been sucked on back and forth seventy or eighty times, the broth inside the bones had been sucked dry, yet they still hadn't forgotten their fellow disciples, still thinking of bringing them back to give to them.

At this moment, Divine Sword Peak fully illustrated what it means to be as close as brothers, with hearts and gallbladders in mutual understanding.

You're seriously injured and bedridden, it's fine—Shī xiōng will bring you food; I'll eat the meat, you'll gnaw the bone. As long as I have a bite of meat, you'll definitely have a bite of bone to gnaw.

Only Ye Zhangqing held a large tea pot, watching this scene, his eyelids twitching.

No, could those bones still have any flavor? Damn, just now they were practically being sucked by you until they smoked, and you still want to take them back?