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

When Wu Shou thought of the reactions of other sects after learning about this, his heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness. He was so sad that he could not even cry.

The disciples standing nearby, upon seeing this, did not dare to delay even a moment, and hurriedly helped Brother Wang and the other two up, and hurriedly took them aside to try to find a way to detoxify them.

As for how other sects would view this matter and the reputation of Daoyi Immortal Sect that would be damaged as a result, Wu Shou really didn't even dare to think about it.

And just as Wu Shou had thought, the news spread quickly throughout the Xianjian Sect as if it had wings.

After hearing this, those people from other sects showed complicated expressions on their faces.

"It is unbelievable that a disciple of Daoyi Xianzong would do such a ridiculous thing."

Someone shook his head and sighed.

"It is true that one cannot judge a person by his appearance, and one cannot measure the depth of the sea. Who would have thought that a disciple of Daoyi Xianzong who looks dignified on the outside is actually so despicable on the inside."

echoed another.

"Hahaha, this Daoyixian Sect really produces 'talents'."

Others laughed openly.

Everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

After all, as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he should cultivate his character and have noble morals. How could he do such a heretical thing?

Regardless of whether it is unscrupulous or not, such behavior is truly jaw-dropping.

If there really is an irresistible physical need, one could just go to a brothel and have fun, spending some money to satisfy it. Why would one attack an innocent big yellow dog passing by?

Just like that, the night passed quietly and everything was silent.

It was not until the next morning when the sunlight shone into the room through the window that Senior Brother Wang and the other two slowly woke up.

When they learned from others about the ugly things they had done last night after hallucinations caused by poisoning, they stood there in shock as if struck by lightning, and their faces turned extremely pale in an instant.

He seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the roof, as if the answer to his confusion could be found there.

He just sat there quietly, time passed by minute by minute. After a long time, he seemed to wake up slowly from a long nightmare. He slowly opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse and low.

"My life is completely ruined. I won't be able to face people anymore..."

From childhood to adulthood, neither he nor his fellow apprentices had ever done anything so shameful.

When they walked to the hall nervously and saw Wu Shou standing there, Brother Wang and the other two instantly turned red in the face and were so ashamed that they wished they could find a hole to crawl into.

Their heads were lowered, almost buried in their chests, and they didn't dare to raise their heads to look at Wu Shou.

However, at this moment, Wu Shou looked at the three dejected and silent disciples in front of him, and the words that were about to reprimand him were swallowed back at the last moment.

He shook his head helplessly and sighed heavily.

"Ugh……"

Now that things have come to this, what can adding more words of blame change? Everything has already happened, and pursuing it further is just futile.

So, Wu Shou finally chose to give up accusing them.

In the next few days, everyone in Daoyi Xianzong fell into silence.

Everyone closed their doors and stayed indoors.

After all, after something like that happened, everyone felt too ashamed to face the outside world, let alone walk out with their usual swagger.

Time passed quickly like a white horse passing by, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the four sects' sword contest officially began arrived.

On this day, as the morning light just broke through the sky and the faint sunlight sprinkled on the earth, the entire Xianjian Sect seemed to be on fire and became extremely lively in an instant.

In order to welcome this highly anticipated Four Sects Sword Contest, the Xianjian Sect has put in a lot of effort and specially built a brand new arena and towering stands.

This arena and stands are like a shining pearl, inlaid on the top of the mountain, and set off by the surrounding green mountains and waters, which is beautiful beyond words.

At this time, the top of the mountain is shrouded in mist, and the white clouds surround it like a veil, giving people a dreamy and ethereal feeling.

Standing here, you will feel a sense of heroism as if you are standing on the top of a mountain and overlooking all the other mountains.

Looking around, the mountains are undulating and endless, as if a magnificent landscape painting is unfolding before your eyes.

On that broad and magnificent arena, people from the other three sects had already gathered together, all of them were in high spirits and eager to try.

However, what is surprising is that only the Daoyi Immortal Sect’s troops have not appeared yet.

Time passed by minute by minute, and as the agreed time approached, bursts of discussions began to be heard among the crowd.

"Why haven't the Daoyi Sect's people arrived yet? It's already this late, could something have gone wrong?"

A burly man said with a frown.

"Yeah, could it be that you are so ashamed that you dare not see anyone and even dare not participate in the sword fight?"

A pretty woman next to her echoed.

Just then, a loud shout was heard.

"coming."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wu Shou leading the Daoyi Immortal Sect’s people slowly approaching on the mountain road in the distance.

However, their steps seemed a bit slow and heavy, and there was an unpleasant look on everyone's face, as if they had encountered something unpleasant.

As the Daoyi Immortal Sect members got closer, people from other sects also turned their eyes to them.

These people all revealed a meaningful look in their eyes; some had the corners of their mouths slightly raised, as if they were mocking; others narrowed their eyes, speculating secretly.

At the same time, the same thought emerged in many people's minds.

“Is this the Daoyi Immortal Sect that won’t even let a dog go?”

"By the way, do you remember what happened that day? Who were those three disciples?"

Suddenly, someone else asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. No one from my sect was present at the time..."

The other man replied, shaking his head.

For a moment, all kinds of speculations and discussions arose among the crowd, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

Many people were whispering to each other, especially those who were quite interested in Senior Brother Wang and the other two.

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, the faces of the people in Daoyi Xianzong became more and more ugly. At this time, Zhao Baiyun took the initiative to come forward. His face was normal, but there was no intention of mocking him. He bowed to Wu Shou.

"Elder Wu."

"Elder Zhao."

The two men greeted each other, and under the leadership of Zhao Baiyun, everyone from Daoyi Xianzong came to their own seats.

Today, there were quite a few people coming to watch the sword fight among the four sects, and the area was already crowded with people early on.