They were already starving, and at this mont, they even forgot their sorrow.
At tis like this, what could be more important than eating?
"I want shredded pork with garlic sauce over rice."
"Lord Sword Master, I want stir-fried pork over rice."
"..."
Everyone lined up to get their als, then quickly went to the side to open them, adding water to the li bags as before, waiting for the al to be ready.
They were already well-practiced.
"If it’s not enough, you can co back for another serving."
Li Changqing also knew that one serving wouldn’t be enough for them, after all, they had been fighting the whole night, and their physical strength was severely depleted.
They must be fed enough.
Once a Sword Master, reduced to a cafeteria uncle.
"Really?" Many disciples looked at Li Changqing with surprise. After finishing, they could get more?
They originally thought such food would decrease by the day, and getting one al a day was already good because how much could they possibly bring in?
It seed there was a lot more than expected.
"Really, after finishing, you can co back for another serving." Li Changqing nodded.
However, the elders of Dao Mountain and Zhanhe Mansion were worried that eating like this would an running out of food after a while, especially since they had to stay here for thirteen days.
But they didn’t know that most of the twenty storage rings Li Changqing brought were filled with als; no matter how much they ate, it would be enough, their worries were completely unnecessary.
The aroma wafted once again through the surroundings, and those disciples from other sects who slled it couldn’t hold back and began swallowing hard.
Many ’spies’ even stealthily crouched by the walls to report back the situation of Dao Mountain and Zhanhe Mansion to the strong ones in their sects.
Upon learning of the situation, those sect leaders all snorted coldly, as if saying, "What are you flaunting?"
"Let’s see; even if they brought a lot of food, how long can they eat like this? Eventually, they will have to gnaw on dry food. By then, they, used to living in comfort, won’t be able to stomach it." A clan leader stated.
"Dad, I really want to eat it too. When we get back, let’s find this Evergreen Comrce Association and see if we can buy their food. It’s just too tempting."
The eyes of a young boy next to the clan leader sparkled as he spoke.
"Shaless." The clan leader couldn’t help but exclaim loudly, "Once we’re out, will we lack food or clothing? Lack of food now is just temporary. When we’re out, what delicacies won’t the family have? You’ll still want to eat this by then?"
"Yes," the boy affird.
The other few children in the family looked at their clan leader and frantically nodded, showing they wanted to eat.
At this mont, in their minds, the self-heating als from the Evergreen Comrce Association seed like the most delicious food in the world. Even if they had delicacies outside, they still longed for this self-heating al.
This had almost beco an obsession.
And this was precisely Li Changqing’s objective.
The more unattainable sothing is, the more unforgettable it becos. When they look for the Evergreen Comrce Association to buy the self-heating als, they will have taken the most crucial step, ensuring a steady stream of business for the association.
Not only this family, but almost all the sect disciples had developed a crazy obsession with the self-heating als from the Evergreen Comrce Association.
The aroma was simply irresistible.
At this mont, as they gnawed on dry bread and slled the enticing aroma of the shredded pork with garlic sauce and stir-fried pork, they felt it was more torturous than fighting the Ghost Race.
"Damn it." A disciple cursed, "After being tornted physically by the Ghost Race, they tornt us ntally! When this Ghostly Realm trial ends, I will find this Evergreen Comrce Association, and I’ll buy that stir-fried pork rice every day!"
While everyone was feasting heartily, Lin Qingyi quietly appeared on the city wall behind them.
Lin Qingyi didn’t conceal his presence upon appearing.
So everyone felt it the mont he appeared.
"Lord Lin."
Many strong ones stood up, greeting Lin Qingyi politely.
Lin Qingyi seed like he just woke up. Li Changqing had seen Lin Qingyi several tis, always like this, and always wondered why Lin Qingyi seed to never have enough sleep.
He glanced at everyone and then said, "It looks a bit tragic."
Upon hearing this, everyone remained silent.
It truly was tragic, with more than a hundred disciples dead or injured last night.
Although there were many disciples participating, almost two thousand, over a hundred were rendered unfit in one night, and stronger Ghost Race mbers might appear later, making the situation harder to control.
"No worries."
Lin Qingyi didn’t mind and only said, "It’s almost always like this on the first day of each Ghostly Realm trial."
"Young people have no experience the first ti they participate in a Ghostly Realm trial." Lin Qingyi said, slowly descending from the city wall and landing on the top of a pavilion, "After this night’s baptism, everyone will grow; with growth, things will get much better, and casualties won’t be as severe."
Everyone felt that this indeed made sense.
On this first day, many disciples were very nervous facing the Ghost Race for the first ti, and achieving even seventy percent of their strength was considered good.
Most disciples who were injured got hurt during those initial monts.
Later, as they beca more adept at killing ghosts, they got better and better.
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