Chapter 1640 - 1632: Disaster Strikes Out of Nowhere
Chapter 1640: Chapter 1632: Disaster Strikes Out of Nowhere
The Empress Feng’s conspiracy was plain as day.
Ma Jingtian himself had also been born a commoner, and back then, because of the issue of cultivation resources, he’d been blocked outside the gates of Qingtian Academy.
The reason he washed his hands of Gold and switched from Martial Arts to Spiritual Food, aside from having some talent, was that he wanted to create some more affordable Spiritual Food to help those children who, like him, couldn’t train as Martial Cultivators or in Spirit Cultivation because of their birth.
That was why he had taken it upon himself to decide, without first asking Xin Lin’s opinion.
"Put it that way, it does make some sense. Setting everything else aside, just for the Empress Feng’s constant scheming, we can’t just let this matter slide. We’ll wait for Ma Jingtian to come back before deciding."
Xin Lin nodded slightly.
Ma Jingtian was one of her capable subordinates. She wasn’t interested in running for Spiritual Food Association President, but letting her name hang there was no big deal.
As for everything else, it could be handed over to Ma Jingtian to take care of.
Now that Mu Yi had been reassigned, it would take some time before he could return, so she needed to find another Spiritual Delicacy Master as an assistant.
However, the person had to be someone she could fully trust.
As for the matter of the Spiritual Delicacy Master President, Xin Lin wasn’t sure she could win it.
Her new identity was the Overlord of Taoyao Pavilion, and the title she used outwardly was Princess of Fuzhou, but this was, in the end, Purple Cloud City. That name could intimidate people, yet it didn’t carry real authority.
The head chefs among the city’s Spiritual Delicacy Masters wouldn’t buy it.
Xin Lin silently listed several possible candidates for Spiritual Delicacy Master President in her mind.
"Now that you mention it, it is strange. Master Ma has been out for a long time today."
Wan Niang glanced at the sun and said worriedly.
Not long after, a waiter who’d gone out to gather news rushed in.
"It’s bad, something’s happened. Ma Gang Leader... Master Ma had his fingers chopped off, and right now he’s tied up inside De Yue Building. The people in there won’t let him go."
Hearing this, Xin Lin shot to her feet.
Murong Ziyue and Wan Niang’s expressions also changed.
"Little Lin, don’t be impulsive. I’ll go ask around first."
Murong Ziyue’s expression was grave as she strode out.
Ma Jingtian usually looked after the two of them, mother and daughter, quite a bit, but with Xin Lin’s current identity, it was inconvenient for her to show herself directly.
A full quarter of an hour later, Murong Ziyue returned.
Behind her were several waiters carrying a stretcher.
On the stretcher lay Ma Jingtian.
Ma Jingtian had multiple injuries all over his body; worst of all, three of the five fingers on his right hand had been chopped off.
Yet even so, when Ma Jingtian saw Xin Lin, he still tried to sit up and salute.
"Don’t move."
Xin Lin signaled for Ma Jingtian not to move recklessly.
She looked at the stumps of his severed fingers. The cut edges were clean; the three fingers had been sliced off in a single stroke.
Those three fingers were precisely the ones he used to wield his knife with strength on a daily basis.
The other party’s intention was vicious, clearly wanting Ma Jingtian to never be able to hold a knife again for the rest of his life.
At this moment, Xin Lin no longer cared to ask about how it had happened.
She looked over Ma Jingtian’s wounds and asked in a low voice,
"Where are the severed fingers?"
Murong Ziyue hurriedly opened a small box, which contained the three severed fingers.
The blood vessels were already broken, and the blood on the fingers had dried.
With injuries like these, even an Imperial Physician wouldn’t dare to treat them.
"Little Boss, my fingers..."
Ma Jingtian let out a bitter laugh.
He knew that in this lifetime, he likely wouldn’t be able to hold a knife again.
"I’ll try first. I can’t guarantee they’ll fully recover, but I should be able to restore fifty or sixty percent at least."
Xin Lin signaled for everyone to immediately close Chu’s Restaurant. She understood meridian continuation, but she had never practiced such delicate meridian continuation on fingers before. To save Ma Jingtian’s hand, she could only force herself to try.