CFSMS -Chapter 27 That Shameless Old Man Wants to Hog All the Food for Himself

Looking at the outrageous comments from the sect members, Qin Zhan felt an overwhelming sense of superiority, as if everyone else was drunk while he alone remained sober.

As the Great Elder who managed all affairs of the Bun Sect, did they really think the Great Elder would promote other foods within the sect?

There could only be one truth!

That braised pork knuckle was Boss Lu’s creation!

Qin Zhan immediately sent the Great Elder a private message, tactfully expressing his desire to have a taste.

As for informing the others?

Impossible.

Enjoying it alone was far better than sharing the joy.

“Good disciple, since when did you start betraying your master and your ancestors?”

A cold voice sounded from behind him.

Qin Zhan froze.

Turning around, he met his master’s gaze—a look that had clearly just glanced through the communication network and was now considering cleaning house. Qin Zhan nearly screamed.

Not funny!

“Master, listen to my explanation—no, my defense!”

“The thing is…”

Under his master’s murderous stare, Qin Zhan put his silver tongue to work and explained desperately.

“It’s really like that! I joined because I wanted to find more delicious food to honor you, Master!”

He was practically one step away from swearing an oath.

“Really?”

Daoist Tianfeng was skeptical. The evaluating look in his eyes sent chills down Qin Zhan’s spine.

“Really!”

Even if it hadn’t been true before, it had to be true now and forever.

After all, Qin Zhan knew that this so-called Bun Sect was really just a gathering place for food lovers. It wasn’t anything like a proper sect, much less an evil cult.

He had joined simply because it seemed fun.

Of course, if there happened to be food made by Boss Lu, that was even better.

And now, his wish had finally come true.

“Fine then. Where’s the food?”

Stroking his beard, Daoist Tianfeng withdrew his pressure and looked leisurely at his disciple.

“The food…”

Thunk.

Something suddenly appeared out of thin air and landed on the table.

Qin Zhan looked over and smiled.

“Master, isn’t the food right here?”

On the plate sat a pork knuckle.

To be precise, half a pork knuckle.

Looking at the obvious signs that it had been manually split apart, Qin Zhan couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

Why did it seem like someone had cut corners?

At the same time, Lou Xiaotian also received half a pork knuckle.

His situation was even more tragic than Qin Zhan’s.

Two tigers—a male and a female—were staring at him covetously from either side.

Wiping away a bitter tear, Lou Xiaotian forced out a smile uglier than crying.

“Father, Mother… let’s eat together.”

He had been careless.

At the inn, Qin Zhan dutifully invited Daoist Tianfeng to try the pork knuckle first.

Visible steam still rose from the meat. It clearly hadn’t been out of the pot for long.

Within moments of being placed on the table, the rich aroma of meat forcefully drove away the fragrance of the incense filling the room.

Qin Zhan handed over a pair of chopsticks and then stood to the side eagerly waiting.

“Eat together. Otherwise people might think I mistreat my disciple.”

Daoist Tianfeng spoke kindly.

But Qin Zhan felt the kindness was nuclear-level kindness.

His master’s entire face seemed to say:

Touch those chopsticks and I’ll chop your head off.

Knowing his master well, Qin Zhan pretended not to notice the repeatedly bobbing throat.

The old man was practically drooling.

“Ahem. A disciple should honor his master. Please eat first.”

After Qin Zhan politely yielded, Daoist Tianfeng finally picked up his chopsticks.

He lifted a piece of pork skin that wobbled gently between the chopsticks.

Its glossy, glistening surface teased the taste buds, making one want to poke and squeeze it.

In the past, Daoist Tianfeng would have rejected such greasy food outright.

But the pork knuckle before him smelled far too good.

Apparently, his cultivation wasn’t high enough after all.

Maintaining an elegant posture, he placed the piece into his mouth.

Originally, he intended to savor it carefully.

Yet the moment he tasted it, the instinct to swallow completely overrode rational thought.

The shining pork skin wasn’t greasy as imagined.

Instead, it possessed a perfect texture.

The collagen that countless women envied added another layer of richness.

His tongue curled.

His throat swallowed.

Just like that, the piece disappeared into his stomach.

Tender and smooth.

Fragrant and springy.

If Qin Zhan hadn’t been standing nearby, Daoist Tianfeng would have wanted to grab the entire knuckle and gnaw on it directly.

After only one bite, he felt his Dao heart—one that supposedly remained unmoved by gain or loss—beginning to crumble.

It took tremendous effort to maintain his composure and elegantly reach for another bite.

“This Venerable One didn’t quite taste anything. Let me try another piece.”

“Mm-hmm!”

Qin Zhan nodded in understanding.

“Still didn’t get the flavor. Another bite.”

After the second bite, Daoist Tianfeng frowned as though troubled by the issue.

“Mm-hmm…”

Qin Zhan remained understanding.

This time, Daoist Tianfeng ate a piece of lean meat.

The lean meat attached to the skin fell apart at the slightest touch of his chopsticks.

After soaking in the braising sauce for so long, it was thoroughly infused with flavor.

Delicious.

Far too delicious!

As the Grand Elder of the Holy Sword Sect, what kind of suffering had he been enduring all these years?

This was what life was supposed to be!

Internally, Daoist Tianfeng was experiencing pure bliss.

Externally, he remained expressionless.

“Ahem. Something still feels off about the flavor. Disciple, wait a little longer.”

He reached for a fourth bite.

Though his face revealed no flaws, suspicion inevitably arose in Qin Zhan’s heart.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he saw a huge chunk of the pork knuckle had vanished.

And suddenly, enlightenment struck.

This old man wanted it all for himself!

“Master, is there really something wrong with the pork knuckle? Let me taste it too and see.”

After politely speaking, Qin Zhan moved at the fastest speed of his life, snatching a huge piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.

When happiness pried open the sturdy gates of his lips, Qin Zhan wanted to melt into this blessing.

In that instant, he felt another moment of enlightenment approaching.

“You brat! You’re infuriating me!”

Seeing his scheme fail, Daoist Tianfeng flew into a rage.

When Qin Zhan attempted to snatch more food from the tiger’s mouth, Daoist Tianfeng simply resorted to force.

Powerful spiritual energy crushed Qin Zhan against the table, pinning his face down so firmly that he couldn’t move.

He could only watch helplessly as his master slowly ate the last piece of meat from the plate.

To make matters worse, the old man deliberately smacked his lips in Qin Zhan’s direction, as though showing off.

Sob, sob, sob!

At that moment, Qin Zhan’s sorrow flowed like an endless river.

He silently accused his master of shamelessness with his eyes.

Having fully enjoyed the delicacy and restored the stability of his Dao heart, Daoist Tianfeng magnanimously decided to forgive his rebellious disciple.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and straightened his beard.

“Xiao Zhan, about that Bun Sect… how about you pull your master into it so I can take a look?”

Given his status and strength, becoming an elder in this Bun Sect should be effortless.

It would be the Bun Sect’s honor!

“No!”

To his surprise, Qin Zhan refused outright.

Under Daoist Tianfeng’s increasingly dangerous gaze, he quickly explained weakly:

“Master, it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that the Bun Sect has very strict rules. Everyone has to start as an outer disciple.”

His own status as a full-fledged sect member had only been granted because he was the third person to join when the sect was first established.

At present, the entire sect consisted of:

One Great Elder

Two official members

Everyone else as outer disciples

Those were the rules.