Chapter 1852

Ma Qiankun picked up his chopsticks, first clamping a bite of Nine Heavens Dragon Three Treasures into his mouth.

The amount was small, after all mainly to taste the flavor.

As an Immortal Chef, Ma Qiankun, even though he had previously been shocked by the aroma of these three dishes, his mood remained generally calm.

After all, given his status, he believed he had eaten all manner of mountain delicacies and seafood by now.

He had eaten the finest cuisine of the Immortal Realm, so could a junior's cooking possibly breach his defenses?

But as soon as a chopstickful of Nine Heavens Dragon Three Treasures entered his mouth and he chewed a few times, Ma Qiankun immediately froze in place.

His eyes widened round, filled with disbelief.

Ye Zhangqing beside him, on the contrary, appeared extremely calm; such a reaction he had seen countless times before.

However, Ma Qiankun regained his composure quickly, unlike Xu Jie and the others, who only slowly came to after a while.

Ma Qiankun needed only a few breaths for the expression in his eyes to gradually return to normal.

One can only say, as expected of an Immortal Chef, his composure before food is indeed far stronger than others'.

Moreover, after regaining his senses, Ma Qiankun said nothing, but silently continued to taste the other two dishes.

Thereafter he began eating bite after bite.

Overall he appeared fairly normal.

But as time passed, whether it was an illusion or not, Ye Zhangqing felt that Ma Qiankun's speed was getting faster and faster.

Especially the motion of his chopsticks in hand, which was simply too fast.

It kept accelerating, until finally he couldn't stop.

As for the three dishes on the table, unsurprisingly, it didn't take long before Ma Qiankun alone had cleaned them out.

The plates were left with not a scrap, truly spotless.

After finishing, Ma Qiankun still had an air of wanting more; after silently sighing, he then turned his gaze to Ye Zhangqing.

But at this moment, Ma Qiankun's eyes were already filled with a fiery hue.

He had underestimated this kid; he had been shocked many times before, and now this kid shocked him again.

The flavor and efficacy of these three dishes astonished Ma Qiankun.

This was no longer a matter of nitpicking; rather, Ma Qiankun asked himself whether anyone of the younger generation in Cooking King Immortal City could produce such deliciousness.

This kid's culinary skill is nearly catching up to that of an Immortal Chef.

His gaze burning, he stared fixedly at Ye Zhangqing for a good while before Ma Qiankun slowly spoke.

"Did you really have no master before, kid?"

"Replying, Senior, indeed I have none."

Ye Zhangqing also answered truthfully; hearing this, Ma Qiankun felt both shocked and, upon reflection, quite normal.

Given Ye Zhangqing's talent in the culinary way, who could be qualified to be his master?

This kid is merely at the Emperor-level Spirit Chef realm, yet the food he produces truly is on par with that of an Immortal Chef.

There's still one point unsaid: the efficacy of this food.

Putting it this way, compared to color, fragrance, and taste, the efficacy is truly outrageous.

These three dishes were ordered by Ma Qiankun, so he naturally knows their efficacy inside out.

The three dishes Ye Zhangqing made not only improved upon their original efficacy by several degrees, but also extended to other effects.

Take the Nine Heavens Dragon Three Treasures, for example; its primary efficacy was to purify a cultivator's bloodline power.

Simply put, someone like Huang Chong, whose bloodline is thin, actually hasn't awakened the Huang family's special physique.

This is due to the bloodline; but if he could regularly eat the Nine Heavens Dragon Three Treasures, Huang Chong even now could possibly awaken that special physique.

This is the original efficacy of the Nine Heavens Dragon Three Treasures; the version Ye Zhangqing made, besides that, Ma Qiankun keenly sensed.

Damn, it actually can purify the cultivator's internal Línglì as well.

It added a completely new efficacy; this is Ye Zhangqing's outrageous aspect.

In any case, the three dishes Ye Zhangqing made left Ma Qiankun unable to find any fault—no problems at all.

Seeing that Ye Zhangqing truly had no master, Ma Qiankun felt a mix of emotions.

This kid is indeed a freak of talent; at least Ma Qiankun has never seen anyone like him before.

It makes sense that he has no master, after all, given Ye Zhangqing's outrageous culinary talent, who could be qualified to be his master?

Who could teach this kid?

Even Ma Qiankun is the same.

If before, Ma Qiankun still felt a private regret for not being able to truly take Ye Zhangqing as a disciple, then now he obviously no longer has that thought.

Even without him, Ye Zhangqing's breakthrough to Immortal Chef is a foregone conclusion.

And Ma Qiankun, although his culinary realm is now somewhat higher than Ye Zhangqing's, there really isn't much he can teach him.

So if he really were to take Ye Zhangqing as a disciple, as a master he'd have nothing to teach, which would indeed be embarrassing.

Indeed, some people are born Yāoniè, utterly incomparable to ordinary folk; Ma Qiankun today has also witnessed that.

His eyes fixed on Ye Zhangqing, the two locked gazes, and Ma Qiankun slowly revealed a somewhat complex smile.

"Earlier, I was rash, Old Man, your culinary skill.........."

"Senior, you overpraise."

Ma Qiankun's demeanor was already quite composed, and besides, this was the first time he had eaten his own cooking; one can only say, as expected of an Immortal Chef, his composure is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

But as soon as Ye Zhangqing's words fell, Ma Qiankun's next sentence left him utterly bewildered.

All one heard was Ma Qiankun saying with a solemn expression.

"Your culinary skill needs no teaching from me; let's scrap what I said before—from now on, we'll address each other as brothers."

"Not seeking to be born on the same year, month, and day, but hoping to die on the same year, month, and day.........."

Huh? Upon hearing those words and seeing Ma Qiankun's excited expression, Ye Zhangqing felt odd about how he had heard those few sentences.

I went out of my way to prepare food for you, and you damn well seem to be taking advantage of me.

You bastard, you're already several thousand years old, and you still come here messing with these flashy tricks—what are you doing?

Immediately, Ye Zhangqing furrowed his brows, his face darkened, and he hurriedly interrupted.

"Senior, your words are weighty, but for now I have no intention of reopening."

"What damned nonsense of a bizarre oath sworn on the same year, month, and day."

Besides, becoming sworn brothers definitely wouldn't be with Elder Ma—you, a geezer over six thousand years old, want to become sworn brothers with me, a mere hundred-odd-year-old brat, just to take advantage of me.

So, faced with Ma Qiankun's words, Ye Zhangqing didn't even let him finish before cutting him off.

"Please wait, senior—I'm still young, I can't say such things."

Huh???

Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth; after the meal ended, he wondered if he had only a few good years left to live.