Chapter 1877

If before they were shocked by Ye Zhangqing's Chúyì, now Zhang Wuyue and the other two were stunned in place by Ye Zhangqing's strength.

But this is completely two different matters; superb Chúyì may be reckless, but great strength can outright take their lives.

Especially the two chief disciples whose gazes were locked by Ye Zhangqing, upon hearing this, their faces unconsciously showed a hint of terror.

Their feet involuntarily stepped back, as if trying to distance themselves from Zhang Wuyue.

The survival instinct made the two unconsciously want to stay farther from Zhang Wuyue, thinking it would let them live a bit longer.

Ye Zhangqing gave a faint smile, while Zhang Wuyue clenched his teeth in secret, his gaze fixed firmly on Ye Zhangqing.

That blade just now was simply harder for him to accept than Ye Zhangqing winning the Chúyì contest.

I thought it was foolproof; four of us joining forces still couldn't take down Ye Zhangqing alone—how could that be?

But now, Ye Zhangqing, with just his first strike, instantly killed one person.

That person, in Ye Zhangqing's hands, everyone could see clearly, had no ability to fight back at all.

They had calculated everything, even their own defeat, but they never expected Ye Zhangqing's strength to be this great.

Is this the battle power a Spirit Chef can possess?

Spirit Chefs, Pill Masters, Artifact Masters, Formation Masters—none are skilled in combat; for them, cultivation mainly serves to extend lifespan.

As for battle power, Spirit Chefs actually do not pursue it highly.

Speaking frankly, chief disciples like Zhang Wuyue and the others already count as the top-tier battle power among Spirit Chefs of the same realm.

That is why they can be called Heavenly Pride—while studying Chúyì, they also guarantee their own strength, which is not weak compared to ordinary cultivators.

Although they cannot match the true young monsters of the Immortal Realm, against ordinary cultivators they are absolutely fearless.

But Ye Zhangqing's strength is probably not inferior to those young monsters of the Immortal Realm.

Plus his Chúyì, how on earth did this guy Xiūliàn? Where does he find so much time?

With his gaze locked tightly on Ye Zhangqing, Zhang Wuyue can only say he is utterly baffled by this.

His Chúyì surpasses that of the chief disciples of Cooking King Immortal City, and his strength rivals the young monsters of the Immortal Realm.

What the heck kind of freak popped out of nowhere?

Not to mention Zhang Wuyue; at this moment, the other chief disciples present also looked at Ye Zhangqing with extremely strange eyes.

We thought we were on the absolutely weak side, with hardly any chance to survive.

Who would have thought that a slight move would drive Zhang Wuyue and the others into such a desperate situation?

Now it's not about what Zhang Wuyue and the others should do; just being able to preserve their lives is already good.

For a moment, many chief disciples gained their first direct impression of Ye Zhangqing.

He's hardly a newcomer; he's basically a flood‑crossing dragon.

When did Cooking King Immortal City suddenly gain such a great deity? Fortunately we hadn't offended him before.

Those who had no grudge against Ye Zhangqing secretly felt relieved.

But there are also those who regret it—namely Su Qingyue.

At this moment, Su Qingyue's regret surpasses even that of Zhang Wuyue.

Although she differs from Zhang Wuyue and faces no mortal danger, she also knows that she and Ye Zhangqing will likely have no further connection.

Earlier Su Qingyue's heart had been hesitating, torn, but in just that brief moment the situation reversed instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the opportunity was gone.

The fact that Ye Zhangqing never once glanced at her from start to finish makes this clear.

Su Qingyue did not act immediately or step forward, and Ye Zhangqing did not blame her for it.

After all, he owes her nothing; it's simply a lack of gratitude.

Of course, with no debt of gratitude, there's no need to repay it, so in the future Su Qingyue will be at most a stranger to Ye Zhangqing.

She will be no different from the other chief disciples, and there will be no special treatment.

Su Qingyue's heart is filled with regret; had she acted earlier—even just standing behind Ye Zhangqing to show her stance—the situation would have been completely different.

Both his Chúyì and his strength are absolutely top‑tier among the younger generation of the Immortal Realm; his future achievements are easy to imagine.

Such a thick thigh, lost just because of a hesitation—what a waste.

Such easily obtained sky‑high wealth and honor, Su Qingyue herself pushed it away—how could one not feel remorse?

Clenching her teeth while gazing at Ye Zhangqing, Su Qingyue didn't know what to say and could only swallow her bitterness in silence.

Ye Zhangqing paid no heed to the surrounding gazes; seeing the two disciples retreat and distance themselves from Zhang Wuyue, he turned his gaze to Zhang Wuyue.

Sensing Ye Zhangqing's gaze, Zhang Wuyue gritted his teeth and said.

"Ye Zhangqing, there must certainly be some misunderstanding about what happened before."

"You and I originally had no grudge; it was entirely Zhao Qinglin who caused the trouble, and I was merely deceived by him."

"I am willing to hand Zhao Qinglin over to you, and I also wish to make amends for what happened before."

"We never had a deadly feud; why must we push things to the extreme?"

"Moreover, we are both chief disciples of Cooking King Immortal City, so we are basically Shī xiōng....................."

Zhang Wuyue was afraid; his earlier confidence had vanished completely, and now, facing Ye Zhangqing's step‑by‑step approach, his back was already soaked with sweat.

Fighting Ye Zhangqing, even if unwilling, Zhang Wuyue had to admit he was no match for Ye Zhangqing.

Let alone resisting; whether he could endure ten moves was itself a question.

Ye Zhangqing's strength is unquestionably a top‑tier existence among peers of the same realm.

Although both are top‑tier, Ye Zhangqing's top‑tier applies to all cultivators of the same realm.

While Zhang Wuyue's top‑tier is limited to Spirit Chefs, amounting to forcing a gold plating onto his own face.

Anyway, usually we Spirit Chefs just say, "What battle power do we need? We look at Chúyì."

So, fighting Ye Zhangqing to the death in hopes of scraping out a sliver of survival—such a foolish idea, Zhang Wuyue simply does not have.

Didn't even dare to think.

Just hearing Zhang Wuyue's words, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but let out a 'puchi' laugh.

He looked at Zhang Wuyue with a teasing gaze, a hint of looking at an idiot in his eyes, and spoke unhurriedly.

"Zhang Wuyue, how ignorant must one be to utter such foolish, ignorant words?"

"Even if you tried to fool those three-year-old kids in the secular world, you couldn't manage it—do you yourself believe it?"

"I...................."

Hearing that, Zhang Wuyue opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.