Chapter 1918

Huang Lao's words were not deliberately concealed; in fact, if not to give Bai Yuan and them some face, Huang Lao would have simply killed Wu Zhong.

After all, he is the Young City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City; killing him outright would still look bad.

However, regarding this, Ye Zhangqing replied that he didn't really care.

"No need; I expect he won't seek embarrassment again in the future."

Ye Zhangqing hadn't actually considered killing Wu Zhong; mainly, Wu Zhong had no killing intent before, just wanted to suppress him a bit.

It's strange, really—why is Wu Zhong so insistent on suppressing me?

Is it just because of a Young City Lord position? If so, then Wu Zhong's mind is rather narrow.

Some things don't make sense, but since I can't figure it out, I just stop thinking—after all, it's nothing to do with me.

After bidding farewell to Huang Lao, Bai Yuan and the others, Ye Zhangqing directly returned to his residence.

Anyway, the outcome is already decided; although it seems unspoken, everyone present knows the result—it goes without saying.

He didn't take the matter to heart, and with Huang Lao as his Protector of the Way, Ye Zhangqing was still quite satisfied.

On the way back, he kept pondering whether, after the Cooking King Immortal City opens and he returns to the Immortal Realm, he should ask Huang Lao if there's a way to bring Yun Xiantai and the others to the Immortal Realm as well.

With Huang Lao as his Protector of the Way, Ye Zhangqing can basically stand firm in the Immortal Realm; moreover, having the Cooking King Immortal City behind him is nothing to sneeze at.

Since he has the ability, these matters can naturally be put on the agenda.

But all this must wait until the Cooking King Immortal City opens and connects to the Immortal Realm before we can talk about it.

After returning to his residence, Ye Zhangqing's life didn't change; he did what he needed to do and didn't think about Wu Zhong's affairs.

In the evening he ate and drank a few cups with Huang Lao, then went back to his room to rest as usual.

This made Huang Lao look rather strange.

This kid doesn't Xiūliàn at night? Then where does his cultivation come from?

They had already tested Ye Zhangqing's bone age; frankly, at his age he already has Emperor Sovereign Realm cultivation—even in the Immortal Realm he'd be considered Yāoniè.

Anyway, compared to Wu Zhong, he's definitely far stronger.

After all, Wu Zhong is considerably older than Ye Zhangqing.

After a silent night, early the next morning Huang Chong finished his Xiūliàn early and began busily preparing washing up for Ye Zhangqing.

Since Ye Zhangqing became the Fourth Young City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City, Huang Chong has constantly been by his side, serving as a servant and steward.

Huang Chong had no complaints about this.

Compared to being a Menial Disciple before, now being able to follow Ye Zhangqing is already a great fortune for Huang Chong.

Moreover, who knows how many disciples now want to follow Ye Zhangqing?

In these past few days, Huang Chong has already refused countless people who wanted to see Ye Zhangqing.

Now even some Stewards, when facing Huang Chong, are respectful—something that was utterly impossible before.

As usual, after finishing Xiūliàn, Huang Chong first came to Yuàn zhōng and opened the gate.

But just as he opened the gate, Huang Zhong was directly frightened into a start.

He saw that at early dawn, a person was kneeling at the gate; upon closer look, it was none other than Wu Zhong.

Seeing Wu Zhong kneeling at the gate so early in the morning, and moreover, many Heaven-Earth Fire Hall disciples had already gathered around.

Each curiously looked at Wu Zhong kneeling before the courtyard, wondering what he was doing.

Faced with the disciples pointing and gossiping, Wu Zhong remained expressionless, as if directly ignoring them.

Only when Huang Chong opened the gate and saw him did Wu Zhong finally speak.

"Please trouble you, junior brother, to pass along a message; I, Wu Zhong, have come specially to apologize."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, Huang Chong, who had just finished a night of Xiūliàn, was stunned on the spot.

"What's going on? Did my Xiūliàn go wrong? Am I hallucinating at dawn?"

"Who is this person kneeling before me? Wu Zhong? The Young City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City?"

"No way—Wu Zhong could kneel before me?"

After staring for a while, Wu Zhong neither urged nor showed impatience; until Huang Chong was certain, he replied with a complex expression.

"Young City Lord, what is this.................."

"Yesterday I was momentarily muddle-headed and offended Shī xiōng; today I have come specially to apologize, and I hope junior brother Huang can pass along a word."

"This............. but Shī xiōng hasn't gotten up yet."

"I can wait; please trouble you, junior brother Huang."

"Then............. alright."

Seeing Wu Zhong expressionless yet his tone extremely firm, Huang Chong finally nodded with a complex expression.

Wu Chong's arrogance is famous; even facing the other two Young City Lords, he has never lowered his head.

But now, this guy can, in front of so many Heaven-Earth Fire Hall disciples, kneel before Ye Zhangqing's small courtyard.

He doesn't care about face at all, letting countless disciples gossip behind his back—it's simply outrageous.

"Is this guy not someone impersonating? Can the real Wu Zhong really do such a thing?"

Not to mention Huang Chong—even Ma Qiankun, upon hearing this, is completely baffled.

At the residence, hearing a steward say that at daybreak Wu Zhong came to the Heaven-Earth Fire Hall, directly knelt outside Ye Zhangqing's courtyard, saying he wanted to apologize, Ma Qiankun said with a strange look.

"What the hell is this again? Yesterday it wasn't still.................."

Ma Qiankun also couldn't figure it out, but this matter between the Young City Lords isn't something a single Elder like him can manage.

Moreover, Ye Zhangqing has Huang Lao's protection, so there's no possible danger—thus there's no need to worry.

Thinking this through, Ma Qiankun directly dismissed the idea of intervening.

"This person, no matter where, if you want to live long, you must be smart; don't meddle in what you shouldn't, or you'll easily get yourself killed."

The more exaggerated one is, the easier it is to become cannon fodder.

Ye Zhangqing slept until just before noon; this had already become the norm, and he basically got up at this time every day.

As for this, Huang Chong was also unfazed, just as usual, attending to Ye Zhangqing's washing up.

After Ye Zhangqing finished, Huang Chong then brought up the matter of Wu Zhong.

From this, Huang Chong really does have some potential as a steward, knowing what to say and when, and how to say it.

Hearing Huang Chong's words, Ye Zhangqing also blinked slightly, but quickly came to his senses.

"Apologize? Apologize for what? Strange, still outside the courtyard?"

"Yes, he has been there all along, never left."

"Then please let him come in; keeping him kneeling all the time is not good."

Upon learning that Huang Chong had been kneeling until now without leaving, Ye Zhangqing had Huang Chong bring the person in.

Although there were some grudges with Huang Chong, in Ye Zhangqing's view it wasn't a mortal feud; his heart wasn't that small.

Moreover, both being Young City Lords, having someone kneel all the time would inevitably attract gossip behind their backs.

And it would also give the image of being narrow-minded, which is meaningless.

Hearing Ye Zhangqing's words, Huang Chong respectfully answered "yes" and quickly walked toward the outside of the courtyard.

And Ye Zhangqing came to Yuàn zhōng, took out a jar of spiritual tea, and personally brewed it.