Chapter 1854: Huang Chong's Severed Arm

Thinking of Ye Zhangqing's outrageously good cooking, Ma Qiankun felt full of confidence, as if that pure-blood immortal phoenix was already his to claim.

But the old man opposite didn't know what Ma Qiankun was thinking; seeing him silent, he assumed he was feeling down and thus comforted him.

"I'm saying you don't need to be so pessimistic; this pure-blood immortal phoenix is rare to see, giving it a try won't lose anything, even if you only get some scraps it's fine."

"If worse comes to worst, sharing some with you later wouldn't be a big deal."

The old man spoke to comfort him, but upon hearing this, Ma Qiankun raised his eyebrows and replied irritably.

"You want to share with me? Hah, this pure-blood immortal phoenix is mine, Ma Qiankun; even the city lord can't keep it, I'm telling you."

Huh???

Seeing Ma Qiankun's appearance, the old man was a bit dazed, full of questions.

What's gotten into this guy? How did he start spouting nonsense?

If it's about Ma Qiankun's own cooking skills, there's no doubt; among the elders of Cooking King Immortal City, he could easily rank among the top.

Undoubtedly, he is very competitive.

But this rule doesn't have the elders act; it makes their disciples act instead.

Ma Qiankun himself is fine, but his disciples are truly hopeless.

I don't know if it's his fate lacking such talent, but over the years he's never taken in a disciple of extraordinary aptitude.

Even the best of them is just a tall dwarf, purely a case of forcing a duck onto a perch.

Compared to other elders' disciples, his shortcomings are instantly exposed, pale in comparison.

So, the old man actually had no hope from the start; in short, Ma Qiankun's disciples are too inadequate.

But now, why is this old geezer so full of confidence? The old man finds it puzzling.

Facing the old man's skepticism, Ma Qiankun didn't say much, just uttering one sentence.

"I'll take this pure-blood immortal phoenix; we'll see when the time comes."

"You...... you're serious?"

"You think I'm joking with you?"

"I haven't heard you recently took on disciples."

"You'll find out then."

Ma Qiankun refused to say anything, leaving the old man in a fog of doubt all the way until he departed.

No matter how he thought, he couldn't figure out what Ma Qiankun was selling from his gourd, or where his confidence came from.

Moreover, even if he found a disciple with decent talent, he'd still need time to train them.

The disciples of the other elders, each one, have been carefully nurtured for many years to reach their present level.

You've just started; what level could you possibly be at?

The old man couldn't make sense of it, but since Ma Qiankun wouldn't say, he had no choice but to wait and see.

The pure-blood immortal phoenix—Ma Qiankun eagerly anticipated it; with Ye Zhangqing's cooking skill, obtaining a piece of pure-blood immortal phoenix is no problem, a sure thing.

After feeling stifled for so many years, Ma Qiankun finally had the chance to raise his brows and let out a sigh of relief.

This time he should also make his mark.

Unaware of what was happening with Ma Qiankun, Ye Zhangqing lay in the courtyard for a while, until dusk, but Huang Chong still hadn't returned.

He got up, cooked a few home-style dishes, poured himself a cup of wine, and drank it comfortably.

Ye Zhangqing really liked this feeling; even now, he still retains many mortal habits.

For example, each evening after the day's labor ends, Ye Zhangqing likes to prepare a few dishes; previously he did so with Bai Hua Xianzi and a few others, but now he does it alone, having a cup.

This also counts as bidding farewell to the day's toil, giving himself proper relaxation.

Eating and drinking at a leisurely pace, yet as time passed and Huang Chong's figure still hadn't appeared, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Where did this kid go?

By this time he should have returned; maybe something happened?

Just as he was thinking that, Huang Chong stumbled in from outside, his whole body already soaked in blood.

His right hand covered his left shoulder, while his entire left arm was gone; blood flowed from the wound on his shoulder, staining his clothes.

Seeing Huang Chong in such a miserable state, Ye Zhangqing stepped forward, examining his wounds while asking.

"What happened?"

The injury isn't serious; no internal damage, just his left arm was cut off.

However, at the wound site lingers a strand of Emperor Sovereign Realm spiritual power and law force, which is why Huang Chong has so far been unable to regenerate his severed arm.

Otherwise, with Huang Chong's cultivation, regenerating a severed arm wouldn't be difficult.

Supporting Huang Chong, Ye Zhangqing helped him sit in a chair and gently placed his palm over the wound.

A surge of spiritual power burst forth.

The person who struck Huang Chong likely had Emperor Sovereign cultivation, so Huang Chong couldn't neutralize that spiritual power.

But for Ye Zhangqing, who also possesses Emperor Sovereign cultivation, it's not difficult.

As Ye Zhangqing's spiritual power enveloped the wound, the lingering strand initially tried to struggle and resist, frantically rebounding.

But it was soon suppressed by Ye Zhangqing's spiritual power, and after more than ten breaths it shattered and dissipated.

Without that spiritual power's suppression, Huang Chong circulated his internal spiritual power; from the wound, flesh and blood regenerated, and his severed left arm recovered at a visible speed.

Having successfully healed the injury, Ye Zhangqing then sat down beside him and asked.

"What happened? Your hand was cut off."

Facing Ye Zhangqing's question, Huang Chong gritted his teeth and spoke angrily.

"It's none other than that mad dog Zhao Qinglin."

"Zhao Qinglin? He dares to strike you?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing felt somewhat doubtful—could Zhao Qinglin have lost his wits? He still doesn't understand his current situation.

By now, he still dares to act against Huang Chong—does he think his death isn't coming fast enough?

Ye Zhangqing couldn't fathom where Zhao Qinglin got the nerve.

He should be well aware that his life and death now basically hinge on Ye Zhangqing's single thought.

A single word could make Zhao Qinglin disappear entirely; at this moment, instead of thinking about how to save his life, he dares to act against Huang Chong.

Moreover, having already acted, even if we say the worst, Zhao Qinglin is utterly desperate, ready to throw caution to the wind and go for mutual destruction.

He could have simply killed Huang Chong outright; merely chopping off his arm—what's the point?

For a cultivator who has reached the Shèngjìng, regenerating a severed arm is routine; it hardly counts as a serious injury.

Zhao Qinglin's action is utterly without reason.

Finally, it's that Emperor Sovereign Realm aura—clearly not Zhao Qinglin's, since his cultivation hasn't reached the Emperor Sovereign Realm.

The one who acted was someone else.

With a calm gaze, he looked at Huang Chong, signaling him to continue: what happened today when he went out, and what is Zhao Qinglin's situation now?

Given all this, that Zhao Qinglin can still jump around is actually somewhat surprising to Ye Zhangqing.