Chapter 1856: We, the Ye family, have already begun

Before, Zhao Qinglin provoked him first, Ye Zhangqing issued a challenge, and won with an overwhelming force.

On the spot, Ma Qiankun valued him, even stripping Zhao Qinglin of his formal disciple status and demoting him to a nominal disciple.

And today Ye Zhangqing personally came to his door; what he intends goes without saying—surely he is settling old scores, ah.

Several nominal disciples all knew tacitly, but this matter surely no one would speak of; it's enough to understand it in their hearts.

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's inquiry, several nominal disciples all shook their heads and replied truthfully.

"Replying to Ye Zhangqing Shī xiōng, since Zhao Qinglin moved here, he has only stayed one night, and after that never came back."

"Yes, we also don't know where he is now."

Hearing their reply, Ye Zhangqing calmly said.

"Take me to his bed."

Hearing that, the several nominal disciples immediately brought Ye Zhangqing to Zhao Qinglin's bed.

The bed was clean, with nothing else, only a single outer garment, which was the standard disciple attire of Cooking King Immortal City.

Ye Zhangqing picked up the clothing, formed a seal with one hand, and immediately a small bird formed of Línglì flew onto the clothing, stayed a moment, then flew out of the room toward the outside of the courtyard.

This is just a simple tracking technique, not any profound method; many cultivators use it.

Moreover, if the other party is on guard, it is also easily broken.

However, Zhao Qinglin obviously made no preparations beforehand; perhaps he thought that having Zhang Wuyue's backing meant he could rest easy.

The spirit bird quickly locked onto Zhao Qinglin's position; Ye Zhangqing, without further words, followed the spirit bird all the way out of Ma Qiankun's Heaven-Earth Fire Hall and into the city.

After passing several streets in the city, he finally saw Zhao Qinglin inside a medicine shop.

It seemed Zhao Qinglin was purchasing medicine, holding a slip in his hand, likely running an errand for Zhang Wuyue.

Since he is under someone's protection, he naturally must also make some contribution.

But whether Zhang Wuyue can actually protect him remains to be seen.

As Ye Zhangqing stepped into the shop, Zhao Qinglin saw him at once, his face instantly darkened, and he spoke coldly.

"Ye Zhangqing, what do you want to do?"

His tone was icy, but besides that, it also carried a strong sense of apprehension.

Ye Zhangqing's sudden appearance here, Zhao Qinglin did not think it a coincidence; obviously he came for him.

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing stepped closer to Zhao Qinglin, and at the same time said lightly.

"Originally I had no plans to do anything to you; anyway, you're no threat. Whether you want to protect yourself or change masters, as long as you don't appear before me again, I won't bother to expend energy seeking you."

"But you are utterly wrong to think that relying on Zhang Wuyue lets you keep provoking me; Zhang Wuyue cannot protect you."

Saying that, Ye Zhangqing turned his palm into a blade, struck from afar, giving Zhao Qinglin no chance to resist; the palm-blade instantly severed his left arm.

Just like yesterday's Huang Chong.

At the same time, Ye Zhangqing's Línglì attached to Zhao Qinglin's wound; to prevent the severed arm from regenerating, only Zhang Wuyue's intervention could disperse the Línglì at the wound.

One could say Ye Zhangqing completely repeated what Zhang Wuyue did to Huang Chong yesterday, but on Zhao Qinglin.

His left arm cut off, blood spurted like a pillar; Zhao Qinglin gritted his teeth, his face full of hatred as he stared fixedly at Ye Zhangqing.

Faced with Zhao Qinglin's gaze, Ye Zhangqing was utterly unconcerned; he could have easily killed him, but doing so would be too lenient.

Doesn't he still have Zhang Wuyue behind him? Let him see with his own eyes whether Zhang Wuyue can actually protect him.

Not taking Zhao Qinglin's life, Ye Zhangqing slowly said.

"Go tell Zhang Wuyue, I will kill you."

Having said that, without waiting for Zhao Qinglin's reply, Ye Zhangqing turned and left; upon this, Zhao Qinglin's teeth clenched audibly, and his anger burned even fiercer.

After Ye Zhangqing left, Zhao Qinglin no longer bothered buying medicine; he quickly staunched the blood, covered the wound with one hand, and stumbled out of the shop.

The medicine shop's proprietor, having witnessed the whole process, also showed a hint of surprise and doubt in his eyes.

"Who is this brat? I've never seen him before."

"Zhang Wuyue, the proprietor knows; but Ye Zhangqing, he has never seen him, nor has he ever heard of such a figure in Cooking King Immortal City."

However, from Ye Zhangqing's performance just now, it is clear he fears Zhang Wuyue not at all.

To achieve this, he must at least be an outstanding talent among the city's younger generation.

After all, those who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Wuyue are, across the whole Cooking King Immortal City, only a few.

For a moment, the proprietor felt curious and ordered the assistant beside him.

"Go check this person's identity."

"Yes."

Considering it as revenge for Huang Chong and collecting a bit of interest, Ye Zhangqing strolled while heading toward the Heaven-Earth Fire Hall.

Within Cooking King Immortal City, each elder's fire hall is practically a city within a city.

They are large in area and each has its own courtyard gates and walls.

Ye Zhangqing, on his part, did not take the recent events to heart; after all, this is just the beginning.

Having come to Cooking King Immortal City without properly touring, with nothing to do, he might as well look around the city.

As for the other side, from the medicine shop he ran all the way to Zhang Wuyue's residence.

Zhang Wuyue's residence is much better than Ye Zhangqing's, with a front courtyard, rear courtyard, and side courtyards.

Within the courtyard are artificial hills, lakes, pavilions, towers, various spiritual plants and flowers—everything is complete.

It is evident that Zhang Wuyue is greatly favored by that old man Lin; his treatment in every respect is maxed out.

In the rear courtyard hall, Zhang Wuyue was drinking tea, not even glancing at Zhao Qinglin beside him, and utterly indifferent to his injury.

Only after Zhao Qinglin finished recounting what had just happened did Zhang Wuyue set down his teacup, glance at Zhao Qinglin's severed arm, and utter a curse.

"Trash."

Hearing that, Zhao Qinglin felt deep humiliation, but dared not show it on the surface; he merely lowered his head and dared not speak.

Afterwards, Zhang Wuyue rose, walked to the edge of the pavilion, and threw all the remaining fish food in his hand into the lake.

The fish in the lake quickly gathered; watching the frantic fish scrambling for food, a hint of coldness flashed in Zhang Wuyue's eyes, as if he muttered to himself.

"Surname Ye, we'll consider this started."

It is obvious that Ye Zhangqing's actions undoubtedly tell Zhang Wuyue: if he wants to intervene in this matter, then come; he is not afraid at all.

"You want to protect Zhao Qinglin, but I insist on killing Zhao Qinglin right in front of you."

"We originally had the chance to behead Zhao Qinglin today, but we deliberately didn't kill him; that is to give Zhang Wuyue a show of force."

Regarding Ye Zhangqing's response, Zhang Wuyue naturally has no fear; for someone he's never even heard of, just arrived at Cooking King Immortal City, he doesn't even take him seriously.

"Since he wants to play, he'll just take the move; Cooking King Immortal City is no place for any Tom, Dick, or Harry to frolic."