God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

"Master Qi, we came here this time just to seek a position as a worshiper in your noble sect. We don't have any excessive demands. We don't need your sect to provide us with any cultivation resources. As long as we can have enough food, that's enough."

The old man with white hair, a kind face but a hint of shrewdness slowly explained the purpose of their visit.

Hearing this, Qi Xiong's face instantly became very strange.

He muttered to himself, these people are all ancestors of the major immortal clans. Although they are not the top existences in the immortal world, they are also giants who dominate the world.

Why would one lower himself so low as to seek a position that only provides food?

But on second thought, it seems quite reasonable.

After all, Ye Changqing's cooking skills are obvious to all, and everyone who has eaten it says it's good.

I think these big guys came here mostly for Ye Changqing's craftsmanship.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiong couldn't help but smile slightly, then lowered his head and began to think.

Not long after, he raised his head and nodded decisively, indicating that he agreed to their request.

Because he knew very well in his heart that if Daoyi Xianzong could get the help of these ancestors, then its future development would definitely be smoother.

Seeing Qi Xiong nod in agreement, the dozen or so people present immediately smiled happily.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of excitement, as if they had already seen delicious food in front of them.

In this way, the two parties hit it off and quickly reached a consensus on the deal.

Nothing happened that night. When the light of dawn just shone on the earth, many disciples were once again urgently summoned to the square outside the main hall.

As it was still early, many disciples were called here while they were still practicing, looking around in confusion.

Everyone was filled with doubts and puzzlement, and they all secretly wondered what big thing had happened that had called us here so early in the morning?

However, just as Qi Xiong led the white-haired old man and the rest of the people slowly walked out of the magnificent and solemn hall, the originally noisy scene suddenly became silent.

Those immortal disciples stared straight ahead with their eyes, expressions of astonishment and disbelief on their faces.

"This...isn't this our ancestor? Why is he here?"

A descendant of the Immortal Clan murmured to himself. Although his voice was soft, it was clearly heard by the people around him.

The others came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream, and looked at their own ancestor who was standing beside Qi Xiong with a calm expression in shock.

At this moment, the hearts of many disciples were as if struck by a raging storm, and they could not calm down for a long time.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

Who could have thought that the old ancestor, who usually was high and mighty and lived in seclusion, would suddenly appear here, and appear with Qi Xiong.

Then, when Qi Xiong announced to everyone that from now on, the white-haired old man and others would become the worshippers of the Daoyi Immortal Sect, the entire scene seemed to be thrown into an explosion, and it immediately exploded.

The disciples could no longer suppress their surprise and excitement, and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

"What? The ancestor actually became the worshiper of our Daoyi Immortal Sect? What is going on?"

Especially for those disciples from the same immortal clan, this change made them feel at a loss.

They couldn't understand why they were cultivating in Daoyi Sect and suddenly became fellow disciples with their own ancestors. This was really unbelievable.

When it was breakfast time, when these immortal disciples came to the cafeteria to prepare for breakfast, the scene before them once again stunned them - they saw that their own ancestor was just like an ordinary disciple, walking towards the cafeteria with brisk steps and in high spirits, and even stood at the back of the line waiting for food with an expectant look on his face.

Seeing this scene, all the immortal disciples felt mixed emotions in their hearts, and an indescribable sense of weirdness arose spontaneously.

They looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure of the ancestor and muttered to themselves.

"Sure enough, the ancestor also came here for this bite of food."

However, unlike the struggles of these immortal disciples, the white-haired old man and others were completely unaware of the reactions of the crowd.

At this moment, their minds were completely immersed in the delicious food they were about to taste.

After a long period of careful planning, they were finally able to taste the food cooked by Ye Changqing himself, which was the most important thing for them.

As for all the other strange looks and whispers, they had no time to pay attention to them, let alone take them to heart.

After all, everything seems insignificant in the face of delicious food.

After going through untold hardships, the white-haired old man and others finally achieved their long-cherished wish.

When Ye Changqing saw them, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

However, he was not too surprised by this because he was well aware of the persistence and determination of these people.

It has to be admitted that with the addition of the white-haired old man and others, Daoyi Immortal Sect has become more powerful and its overall strength has been significantly improved.

Today, Daoyi Immortal Sect is prosperous and all affairs are developing in an orderly manner in a good direction.

At the same time, in the nearby Wuji Immortal City, Hong Zun, Xu Jie and Zhao Zhengping, after completing their first round of recruiting disciples, immediately set out on the journey back to the sect.

The journey was smooth and I thought there would be no more twists and turns.

However, just as they were about to step into the Boundless Mountains, fate played an unexpected joke on them - the three of them unexpectedly ran into a group of vicious bandits.

What is even more frustrating is that the leaders of this gang of bandits all have the cultivation level of immortals, and their strength is far beyond what Hong Zun and the other two can deal with.

Faced with such a strong enemy, Hong Zun, Xu Jie and Zhao Zhengping had no power to fight back. After just a few rounds, they were easily defeated.

In the end, the three men had no choice but to surrender and were tied up.

At this time, the burly one-eyed man stood on a high place, looking down at Hong Zun and the other two with a condescending attitude, with greed and doubt flashing in his eyes.

He just shouted in a rough voice.

"Humph, where on earth did you three people with only the cultivation base of the ancestral realm get the immortal warship from? You know, even a bandit gang as powerful as ours has never owned an immortal warship."

After some serious questioning, the gang of bandits learned that Hong Zun and the other two were from Daoyi Xianzong. They were confused about this. What sect was Daoyi Xianzong? How come they had never heard of it?

As a bandit, you naturally have to be well-informed. Otherwise, if you offend someone you shouldn't offend, you'll be courting death.