God of Cuisine Reborn: I Became Invincible by Cooking

At a glance, Xu Jie could tell that Hongzun was just making things up. With his personality, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to stay in his cave abode and drink? Why run around aimlessly?

However, Qingshi didn't say much. This time visiting Divine Sword Peak, he felt that everything seemed strange.

Not only were all the disciples injured, but the stewards and elders were as well.

And just now, when all those disciples rushed towards the foot of the mountain, what was that about? It left Qingshi puzzled.

He planned to secretly observe what exactly was going on at his old friend's Divine Sword Peak.

Thinking of this, Qingshi smiled and said, "Since there's nothing urgent, I'll stay a few more days at Divine Sword Peak."

"What did you say?"

It was a very ordinary sentence, but who knew Hongzun would react so strongly upon hearing it.

The more Hongzun reacted this way, the more curious Qingshi became, so he replied with a smile, "I said I'll stay a few more days at your Divine Sword Peak. What, you're not welcoming me?"

Hearing this, Hongzun's expression turned a bit odd. "It's not that, it's just that I've been quite busy lately, I'm afraid..."

The refusal in his words was obvious, but Qingshi pretended not to understand and said, "No worries, don't mind me, just go about your business."

Both old men had their own agendas, and with the conversation at this point, Hongzun couldn't say much more and had to prepare accommodations for Qingshi and his disciple.

After drinking a bit and chatting for over an hour, Qingshi took his leave to rest.

Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Qingshi, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

"Is it starting again?"

He keenly sensed the commotion throughout Divine Sword Peak.

Last night had already left Qingshi bewildered. The disciples of Divine Sword Peak were practicing all night long, to the point of exhaustion, which made Qingshi feel a bit insecure.

While Dao Yi Sect disciples were diligent in the past, this went beyond diligence and bordered on self-abuse.

And now, as the sky just began to brighten, the disciples who had been immersed in harsh training suddenly seemed to receive some signal, their eyes gleaming as they rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

Not only the disciples, but even the elders at the mountain summit, Xu Jie, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, and other direct disciples, all quickly headed to the foot of the mountain.

"That old man is on the move too."

Finally sensing that Hongzun had also left his cave abode, perhaps afraid of being discovered, the old man was sneaky about it.

If Qingshi hadn't been keeping an eye on the cave abode, he might have actually let that old man slip away.

Curious, Qingshi got up and went to the courtyard, where he saw the young Wang Yao already up and practicing.

In the past, Qingshi might have thought Wang Yao was diligent, but now, compared to the disciples of Divine Sword Peak, there was no comparison.

They were practicing all night, on a completely different level.

"Master."

Seeing Qingshi, Wang Yao smiled and said, "I have something to attend to, wait for me here."

Without time to explain to Wang Yao, Qingshi left a sentence and disappeared from the spot.

Following the crowd to the foot of the mountain, he finally saw a group of disciples fighting fiercely outside a small courtyard, leaving Qingshi completely dumbfounded.

What was going on? Were they having a brawl early in the morning? Since when did the disciples of Divine Sword Peak become so fierce?

Sparring among disciples was one thing, but even the stewards were fighting, which was absurd.

Moreover, with Qingshi's keen eye, he could tell that no one was holding back, they were really going at it.

Except for not dealing lethal blows, the long swords cutting into flesh were causing real wounds, bloody and raw.

Yet, despite this, the disciples showed no sign of retreat, each one as fierce as if they were on some kind of drug.

Completely at a loss, Qingshi couldn't understand what they were fighting for.

Until the brawl ended, and the disciples split into four teams, the winners lined up obediently, not caring about their injuries or bloodstains.

"Time to eat."

With the sound, the disciples entered the courtyard in an orderly fashion and began serving food.

Serving food? Seeing this, Qingshi was dumbfounded.

So all that fighting was for food? Those winning disciples were fighting for a spot to eat?

It was mind-blowing. Cultivators fighting over food like beggars in the mortal world?

As cultivators, once they embarked on the path of cultivation, these so-called grains and cereals held little allure.

Even the meat of rare beasts was consumed only for its benefits to cultivation.

Yet here, the disciples were eating ordinary food.

Was it really worth it?

Carefully approaching from the shadows, it wasn't long before a rich aroma hit his nostrils.

"So fragrant."

Involuntarily, he spoke, and at that moment, Qingshi seemed to understand why the disciples of Divine Sword Peak were so desperate.

Even he, under the influence of that aroma, felt his appetite surge, especially seeing everyone eating with such relish, he couldn't help but drool.

Soon, he spotted Hongzun in the crowd, holding a basket of soup dumplings, eating one bite after another, unable to stop.

Swallowing hard, Qingshi flashed and appeared beside Hongzun.

Busy with his food, Hongzun didn't even notice, and the soup dumplings in his hand were suddenly gone.

Hmm?

"Who the hell snatched my soup dumplings? Is there no order?"

The two were evenly matched in strength, and with Qingshi's sudden move and Hongzun's lack of defense, by the time Hongzun's angry shout rang out, Qingshi had already stuffed a soup dumpling into his mouth.

It was hot, but the taste opened a new world for Qingshi.

His eyes widened, ignoring Hongzun's angry scolding beside him.

Seeing Qingshi, Hongzun couldn't hold back anymore.

"You old bastard, is there no justice? That's my stuff."

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

Having just finished one, Qingshi quickly stuffed a second into his mouth, speaking unclearly.

Faced with this scene, Hongzun was furious, and seeing the last soup dumpling about to be taken, he decided to act.

"You're still eating? Put down the dumpling."

Hongzun tried to snatch it, but Qingshi was faster, and with his mouth still full, he stuffed the last one in.

Regardless of whether his mouth could hold it, his entire old face was puffed up.

Gone, seeing the last dumpling gone, Hongzun stood there dumbfounded.

"You old bastard, you've gone too far."

Saying this, Hongzun struck out, and Qingshi, while eating, countered.

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The two immediately rose into the air, fighting above Divine Sword Peak.

"Wow, Master and Senior Qingshi are fighting."

"Is that a fight? It's a spar."

"Oh, right, right, sparring."

The disciples not only weren't worried, but were rather excited. After all, it was rare to see experts like Hongzun and Qingshi sparring.

Eating breakfast while watching experts spar, is there anything more blissful in the world?