When Zhao Ting finished speaking, apart from the delighted Chu Ningshang, the other elders all sighed and said nothing more.

In fact, Zhao Ting's choice was correct. Any treasures or techniques they could offer were not as valuable as the Fourth Elder himself, who possessed the Heavenly Gold Spirit Root.

"Good!" Chu Ningshang waved her hand, lifting Zhao Ting into the air, and cast a sidelong, challenging glance at Jiang Bailu.

Jiang Bailu was speechless, shook his head, and sat down, feeling a bit regretful, but it was still alright.

In the hall, Nangong Yao nodded slightly. In his heart, Chu Ningshang was Zhao Ting's choice for a master, simply because their spirit roots were identical.

However, Nangong Yao couldn't directly voice this; it was more appropriate to let Zhao Ting choose on his own.

With this in mind, Nangong Yao stood up and said, "Alright, let's proceed like this. Great Elder, after this, send invitations to the surrounding sects. Five days from now, we will hold the Honoring and Apprenticeship Ceremony, and confer Zhao Ting as the fifteenth Purple-Robed Disciple of our Dao Heaven Sect!"

"Yes," Liu Yunjian bowed and agreed.

Zhao Ting was overjoyed and at this moment only wanted to share the good news with Chen Xun.

.........

The next day, just as dawn broke, Chen Xun slowly woke up, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and got out of bed.

Chen Xun slung his wooden sword over his back, left the thatched hut, and hopped towards the dining hall through the mist like a mountain monkey, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

At this time, more than eight thousand servant disciples were gathered in the martial arena, a dense crowd.

On the stage stood Qian Laifu, hands behind his back, with a big belly, speaking passionately to the disciples.

The disciples were starving but could only clutch their stomachs and endure, listening irritably.

There was no choice; at Mid-Mountain, Qian Laifu held the greatest power, and every morning he gathered the disciples to say a few words to assert his presence.

Meanwhile, Chen Xun had already followed the aroma to the dining hall.

Due to the large number of disciples, the dining hall was built quite large, like a plaza.

Inside the dining hall, some servant disciples were in charge, as it was their duty.

Once Chen Xun entered the dining hall, he sprinted towards the meal-serving area.

He grabbed a bowl and chopsticks from the side and handed the bowl to a meal-serving disciple.

The meal-serving disciple was taken aback, glanced at Chen Xun, and couldn't help but look outside the dining hall, wondering if Fatty Qian had finished speaking.

That couldn't be right; apart from this one, no other disciples were in the dining hall.

The meal-serving disciple suspiciously took the bowl, filled it with a full serving of porridge, added two steamed buns and some pickles, and handed it back to Chen Xun.

It was then that he noticed Chen Xun's attire, his eyes widened in curiosity, "Junior Brother, you must be a new disciple, right? After breakfast, you'd better change your clothes, or if Fatty Qian sees you, you'll definitely be punished."

Chen Xun chuckled, didn't answer, and instead of sitting down, he started eating right where he stood.

In a flash—

In no time, Chen Xun licked his lips and handed the bowl back to the meal-serving disciple, shaking it.

The meal-serving disciple, who had just put down the ladle, was dumbfounded at the empty bowl.

Already finished?

The meal-serving disciple took the bowl, served Chen Xun the same portion again, and handed it over. Seeing Chen Xun take it, he was about to put down the ladle.

But the next moment, after a few swift movements, the meal-serving disciple looked over in shock and saw Chen Xun had already handed the bowl back in front of him...

The meal-serving disciple was stunned.

Chen Xun, cheeks puffed, chewed the steamed bun a few times before swallowing, shook the bowl, signaling.

"Junior, Junior Brother, you're the fastest eater I've ever seen," the meal-serving disciple swallowed and said.

He then handed the ladle to Chen Xun, saying, "Junior Brother, serve yourself as much as you want. I need to go to the back kitchen to help carry a few more buckets of porridge."

"Hehehe," Chen Xun took the ladle.

Seeing this, the meal-serving disciple headed to the back kitchen.

Chen Xun's eyes gleamed, and he simply tossed the ladle and bowl aside, then picked up the entire bucket of porridge...

Moments later, Chen Xun patted his belly, looking dissatisfied, seemingly still wanting more. But aside from that large bucket of porridge, he had also finished all the steamed buns and pickles on the table, not leaving a single crumb, licking it clean.

Chen Xun smacked his lips, shook his head, and swaggered away.

Not long after Chen Xun left, the previous meal-serving disciple and another disciple came out of the back kitchen carrying a bucket of porridge, only to find the table completely empty, leaving them dumbfounded.

At this moment, a large number of servant disciples poured into the dining hall.

"Finished, we're doomed. There won't be enough breakfast today! How did this happen?! Where's the porridge? The buns? The pickles?" one disciple said, pale-faced.

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The previous meal-serving disciple recalled Chen Xun and guessed it must have something to do with that disciple!

Though he didn't know exactly what that disciple did, it was definitely related.

Of course, it couldn't possibly be that he ate it all; after all, that bucket of porridge alone, if served one bowl at a time, would be enough for hundreds of people!

And those hundreds of missing large white buns and two big basins of pickles!

"What do we do, Junior Brother? If disciples can't eat breakfast later, they'll definitely report to Fatty Qian, and then we'll be punished for sure!"

.........

Sure enough, not long after, hundreds of disciples who couldn't get breakfast started arguing loudly with the disciples in charge of breakfast at the dining hall. The dining hall disciples, overwhelmed by the sheer number of the others, were trembling with fear.

The commotion was so loud that there was no need to report it; Qian Laifu was quickly drawn to the scene.

"What's all the noise about!" Qian Laifu shouted as he entered the dining hall.

The dining hall immediately quieted down.

After a moment, Qian Laifu understood the whole situation, and his eyes couldn't help but show confusion.

No wonder these hundreds of disciples were causing a fuss.

Running out of breakfast was unprecedented at Servants' Peak.

Qian Laifu immediately demanded, "What exactly happened? You disciples in charge of breakfast, why did such a mistake occur today? How long have you been doing this? We have over eight thousand disciples at Mid-Mountain, and you can't manage their food supply?"

The dining hall disciples looked at each other, all showing bitter expressions. It wasn't that they couldn't manage; it was always this amount, and there was always some left over. Who would have thought it wouldn't be enough today?

Finally, the disciple who had interacted with Chen Xun raised his hand cautiously and said:

"Steward, here's what happened. Before the other disciples entered the dining hall, a disciple came in. I served him two bowls of porridge and then went to the back kitchen. Later, when I came out with another junior brother carrying porridge, we found that the original bucket of porridge, as well as the buns and pickles, were all gone."

Upon hearing this, many servant disciples looked skeptical, some even wanting to laugh.

These people were simply too irresponsible. If they miscalculated the food supply, they should just admit it. Instead, they came up with such an absurd excuse.

All the disciples were previously gathered at the martial arena; how could one disciple have come to the dining hall to eat alone?

Would admitting a mistake kill them?