Chapter 1840: What value does this trash have?

Huang Chong had always lived very cautiously; in the Huang family it was so, and after his family sent him to the Cooking King Immortal City, it remained so.

He appeared to have lived a meek, ineffectual life, not at all like a man, yet Ye Zhangqing could understand him.

Having known the taste of being bullied since childhood, if there were a way, who would willingly endure humiliation?

Rather than survive as broken pottery, he would rather be shattered jade—appearing grand and heroic.

Yet often, one never even gets a chance to approach fine jade before shattering oneself.

Preserving oneself is the premise of everything; only by staying alive are there countless possibilities. Huang Chong clearly understands this, so he repeatedly endures and suppresses his inner anger.

Even if someone steps on his head, he can only submit and endure.

But Ye Zhangqing is different; compared to Huang Chong, Huang Chong has no choice but to comply, whereas Ye Zhangqing has the ability to resist.

Put simply, Huang Chong is a tile, while Ye Zhangqing is not; given that, why should he still submit and endure?

Moreover, having lived two lives, when has he ever suffered such injustice?

Therefore, facing Huang Chong's worry, Ye Zhangqing's face showed a hint of arrogance for the first time.

Upon hearing this, and seeing that hint of arrogance on Ye Zhangqing's face, it was an arrogance ingrained in his bones.

Huang Chong had seen such an expression only among the ordered descendants of his family.

That is deeply engraved in the bone, not feigned; ordinary people could not put it on at all.

For a moment, Huang Chong was dazed, staring blankly at Ye Zhangqing, muttering to himself.

Brother Ye, you...................

Brother Huang, worry not; I'll take care of what comes next.

Upon this, Ye Zhangqing didn't wait for him to finish, smiled slightly, rose, and came down from above to stand before the Zhao family youth sitting collapsed on the ground.

At this point, the Zhao family youth, finally regaining his senses while covering his nose as blood flowed, also saw Ye Zhangqing stride up and plant himself before him.

His eyes icy, as if he wished to devour Ye Zhangqing alive, he gritted his teeth and shouted.

You're courting death.

Perhaps it'll be you who dies first.

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing replied calmly, paying no heed to this Zhao family youth at all.

To be ignored is the most hurtful, for it proves the other party doesn't even look up to you.

The commotion here naturally drew the attention of others in the courtyard, yet no one stepped forward to intervene.

Several other disciples merely watched from afar, unwilling to invite trouble.

Meanwhile, the formal disciples standing before the stove each wore a curious look, a spectator's expression, likewise having no intention to intervene.

This Zhao family youth acted arrogantly before Huang Chong, but in fact, among the formal disciples under Ma Qiankun, he amounted to nothing.

Whether talent or family background, he was merely ordinary.

Thus, no one wanted to speak up for him; instead, they curiously watched to see how this Zhao family youth would regain face.

Such liveliness is rare; they simply treated it as a show.

Noticing many eyes on him, plus the provocation of Ye Zhangqing's cold gaze, the Zhao family youth's blood surged; without further thought, he roared and leapt straight at Ye Zhangqing.

His eyes brimmed with killing intent, clearly aiming to blast Ye Zhangqing dead on the spot.

You ant, even if I exterminate you here today, no one will speak a word for you—so die....................

However, his angry shout had barely begun when it suddenly cut off.

Only see the Zhao family youth, furious, charging at Ye Zhangqing; upon reaching him, before he could strike, the next second he was inexplicably seized by the throat by Ye Zhangqing.

The whole person was lifted like a chick in Ye Zhangqing's hand; the choking sensation at his neck made his face instantly flush red.

Huh???

Seeing Ye Zhangqing subdue the Zhao family youth in an instant, with the latter unable to retaliate, the other formal disciples who had been watching the spectacle changed expression.

They began to size up Ye Zhangqing from head to toe.

It was obvious that Ye Zhangqing's strength utterly overwhelmed the Zhao family youth; when had their Heaven-Earth Fire Hall gained such a figure?

Heaven-Earth Fire Hall—this is the name Ma Qiankun gave his fire hall, using his own name.

Clearly, Ye Zhangqing's strength obviously surpassed everyone's expectations.

Although the Zhao family youth, whose neck Ye Zhangqing gripped, immediately began to struggle, in Ye Zhangqing's hand he had not even a scrap of strength to resist.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from Ye Zhangqing's palm; he could only rage impotently.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhangqing's expression remained unchanged from start to finish, utterly indifferent.

Looks like you can't kill me today, then.....................

Speaking calmly, he had barely uttered half the sentence when a sudden cold shout rang out.

Enough.

With those words, Ma Qiankun entered the courtyard with hands behind his back, expressionlessly gazing at Ye Zhangqing.

Obviously those words were meant for Ye Zhangqing, and as Ma Qiankun arrived, the formal disciples all spontaneously offered salutations.

Greetings, Master.

Greetings, Master.

Thereafter, several disciples hastily clasped their hands and called out loudly.

Seeing Ma Qiankun appear, the Zhao family youth, though his face was red from strain, forced a smug grin; unable to speak, he used spiritual voice transmission to tell Ye Zhangqing:

"I said, you ant can't kill me; tell me, who will be punished today, you or me?"

Since Ye Zhangqing is merely a nominal disciple, it shows he has no background or backing.

At most he's similar to Huang Chong.

No matter how strong his strength, if he isn't the strongest in the Immortal Realm, his worth in the Cooking King Immortal City's eyes cannot compare to the various major powers of the Immortal Realm.

So, whose side will Ma Qiankun take—does that even need to be doubted?

However, faced with the Zhao family youth's smugness, Ye Zhangqing had no intention of paying attention, not even glancing at him.

Calmly turning his gaze toward Ma Qiankun, he spoke in a cold voice.

"Do you want to protect him?"

"I've said enough."

Upon hearing that, Ma Qiankun furrowed his brows and let out another cold snort, greatly disliking Ye Zhangqing's tone of speech toward him.

As for Ye Zhangqing, he had an impression of him, after all Ye Zhangqing had only just become his disciple yesterday.

He was merely a collateral branch descendant outside the Guo Family's three-generation bloodline, not worth his effort; compared to that, this Zhao family youth was more valuable.

Although the Zhao family's strength was far inferior to the Guo family's, the Zhao youth was a main-line disciple, whereas Ye Zhangqing, the Guo family likely just threw him into Cooking King Immortal City to fend for himself.

Ma Qiankun had seen many such people, so he didn't hesitate much before making his decision.

But what he didn't expect was that, upon hearing those words, Ye Zhangqing not only had no intention of releasing the Zhao youth, but instead showed a hint of contempt.

"What value is there in protecting such trash?"