Chapter 25 – Eat All the Food, Let the Others Go Hungry!
Seeing the way Song Zhen and the others were charging, the people in the dining hall were so frightened that they immediately drew their magical implements and assumed defensive stances.
“What are you trying to do? Fighting outside the official matches is strictly prohibited! Are you trying to break the rules?”
Fighting? They were just here to eat—how did it even get twisted into a brawl?
Song Zhen raised her meal bowl innocently.
“We’re here to eat, not to fight. No need to be so tense.”
What else could they be doing if they didn’t come to eat? People only fought in private when they were overstuffed—and that could easily lead to injuries, which would just make life harder for themselves.
Others chimed in: “Yeah, we’re just here to eat. Breakfast’s ready, right? Is there enough?”
Since most of the cultivators were already on fasting training, each sect technically had a dining hall, but the food was never abundant.
At Mystic Cloud Sect, most of the time they were barely full anyway.
The elders had explained it this way: fasting was necessary for cultivation, so it was good for them to get used to it early. So sometimes fasting wasn’t really their choice—it was just survival. If they didn’t fast, they’d starve.
Watching this group eat like they were in the middle of a battle, the dining hall staff twitched at the corners of their mouths, struggling to hold back eye-rolls.
They had never seen people behave like this just to have a meal. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they had come to cause trouble.
“You certainly have a unique approach to eating. Breakfast is just ready, so your timing is perfect.”
Breakfast was simple—steamed buns, dumplings, and porridge. Filling, easy to make, nothing fancy.
Hearing this, Song Zhen’s expression visibly fell.
The tournament was a gathering of all the sects, akin to a modern top-tier academic conference, yet even the food wasn’t properly prepared?
For a conference of this size, the food would be extravagant!
But there was no choice now. Not eating meant going hungry.
Song Zhen hadn’t reached the fasting stage yet. Although her master had given her a fasting pill before she left, that little thing was really awful to eat.
During breakfast, one disciple suddenly came up with a particularly devious idea.
“Let’s eat up all the breakfast! Let them go hungry in the morning—then their energy and spirit will be gone for the whole day.”
The more she thought about it, the more brilliant the plan seemed. Sure, there were fasting pills, but those things tasted terrible. Breakfast buns and porridge might be simple, but at least they were real food.
Most importantly, it would mess with their mind!
Song Zhen couldn’t help but give the senior disciple a thumbs-up. She had thought she could be devious sometimes, but clearly, others weren’t far behind.
The dining hall staff, hearing this: …
“Can you at least be a little discreet when you say things like that? And… are you really disciples of Mystic Cloud Sword Sect?”
Could it be that the Sword Sect had completely gone off the rails? From the looks of it, they had gone way off the rails.
Song Zhen and the others didn’t feel an ounce of guilt—they had eaten all the breakfast. Well, that was just their appetite; the portions here were small, and the others weren’t eating enthusiastically anyway.
After finishing, they even went to brag about it to Elder Rong.
Elder Rong was so furious he felt like he might explode on the spot.
Just when he thought these disciples couldn’t possibly go any further, they always managed to outdo themselves.
Every move they made was more underhanded than the last.
All the virtue the Mystic Cloud Sword Sect had built up over the years—surely it hadn’t all been squandered by these kids, had it?
But honestly, their plan was pretty effective. The disciples from the other sects really didn’t get a thing.
“Seriously, there’s nothing left! The Mystic Cloud Sword Sect ate it all.”
The other disciples were skeptical.
“No way they ate everything. Only a few of them haven’t started fasting yet; the rest should already be on it, right?”
A senior brother from the dining hall replied, “I don’t know about that. All I know is they all came over, everyone ate, and when they left… they took some food with them too.”
For the staff, it was a first. From afar, they might have looked like a horde of starving ghosts reincarnated. These were proper disciples, some from prestigious families—the breakfast consumption was terrifying.
Hearing “ate and took some food with them,” the other sects’ disciples nearly dropped their eyeballs.
“Ate and still take some? Were they starving for eight lifetimes or something?”
And every disciples came too! Why did those already fasting even bother showing up too?
They had noticed something different about Mystic Cloud Sword Sect’s disciples since yesterday.
Now, the Sword Sect juniors disciples were shameless, full of mischief, and always scheming.
Eating all the breakfast—only they could pull such a stunt. Truly infuriating.
The hungry disciples immediately returned to their elders to complain. Once again, the elders from various sects went to confront Elder Rong.
“This is outrageous! You didn’t leave us any food!”
“Exactly! Your kids are all schemers, eating and taking more—it’s too much.”
“Elder Rong, you need to discipline them. This is unacceptable behavior for disciples of a reputable sect. Even rogue cults wouldn’t be this extreme!”
Elder Rong felt like his head was about to explode. But when it came to defending his own disciples, Elder Rong held his ground in the debate, refusing to be outdone by anyone.
“What do you mean this isn’t behavior for a reputable sect? The kids were hungry and ate. What’s wrong with that?”
“If you wanted food, you should’ve gone earlier. No one stopped you.”
“Just because the kids have big appetites doesn’t mean you get to overreact. As elders, don’t be so petty.”
“And your disciples too—complaining because they missed breakfast? Come on, they’re grown ups. Song Zhen says, if you’re not enthusiastic about eating, there’s something wrong with your mindset. Who’s to blame if they didn’t come early?”
Hands on his hips, Elder Rong shot down every complaint. No matter what he thought internally, his outward demeanor was imposing.
He genuinely believed the others were overreacting. His disciples might be a little devious, but if you didn’t get to breakfast, whose fault was that?
First come, first served—if you’re late, you can’t blame anyone for missing out.
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