Butcher Ding's Ox-Slicing, Minor Mastery

Xu San looked at his only son before him, his heart full of helplessness and indulgence.

In Kaiyang County, the Xu Family could be considered middle class. They owned several cloth shops and a number of properties.

Most importantly, Xu San's younger brother, Xu Qiang, served as a captain of constables in the county yamen.

He was an expert in the Bone Forging Realm!

That was the foundation that allowed the Xu Family to gain a foothold in the Outer City.

Xu Xiong had been born to Xu San's first wife. Not long after giving birth to him, his mother had died.

Although Xu San had taken many concubines, over all these years, he had not fathered another child—not even a daughter.

Thus, Xu Xiong was Xu San's sole descendant.

Though born disabled, Xu San still treasured him like a precious jewel, afraid he would fly away if held in his palm and melt if kept in his mouth!

He had doted on Xu Xiong ever since he was little.

Whatever Xu Xiong asked for, he could usually have it.

Because of this, Xu Xiong had grown even more arrogant and willful, looking down on everyone.

Just like the matter with Zhu Cui'er—so long as he said the word,

Xu San would find his younger brother Xu Qiang and pull some strings in secret, ensuring that Lin Feng could not enter the yamen.

Then, he would use silver to smash Zhu Cui'er's family senseless.

It had been easy to ruin the marriage between Lin Feng and Zhu Cui'er!

"Fine, fine, fine. Isn't he just some lowly commoner?

All it takes is a word to your uncle, and he can dispose of him however he pleases!"

Xu San comforted his son.

To the father and son, a human life was no more than grass and straw!

"Thank you, Father. Father treats me the best!"

Xu Xiong smiled, no longer showing the look of someone who had been seeking death just moments ago.

He then served his father tea and water, massaging his shoulders and back.

He had all sorts of little tricks up his sleeve, easily keeping Xu San wrapped around his finger.

Damn Lin Feng. Let's see how you can keep ignoring this young master now! With a single word from me, I can condemn you to eternal damnation!

As Xu Xiong massaged his father's back, he seethed inwardly.

The next day,

Lin Feng arrived at the Slaughterhouse as usual.

That day, there were many more pigs and sheep in the Slaughterhouse.

What was going on?

"Xiao Feng! You'll have to work a little harder today. The Zhao Family is holding a sacrificial ceremony in the city and has ordered more than a dozen pigs, along with more than a dozen sheep!

There's a lot more work today!

Get started first. I'll go find a few more hands to help you!"

Just as Lin Feng was wondering, Old Wu San came over to explain.

Time was tight, and he was about to leave to call for help!

"Uncle Wu! No need! Leave it to me!"

Lin Feng grabbed him and stopped him!

What a joke—these were gleaming, white enhancement points!

One day's work was equivalent to ten days' worth!

How could he let someone else do it?

"Can you finish it all?"

If Lin Feng could finish it, Old Wu San would naturally be delighted. He would not have to trouble himself looking for anyone else.

"Don't push yourself, kid! If we fail to finish the job, those grand masters can make us suffer beyond bearing with a twitch of their fingers!"

Old Wu San reminded him uneasily.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wu! I guarantee it'll be done! If you don't believe me, I'll finish the Zhao Family's order first. As for the other families' orders, it won't matter even if they're late!

Right?"

Lin Feng said.

"Fine, then! You've always been steady. It'll be good if you can earn a little more money. The sooner you marry a wife, the sooner your mother can hold a grandson!"

Old Wu San said, lighting his pipe and taking a few puffs.

Then he began organizing people for the slaughter.

Whenever Lin Feng came to the Slaughterhouse, he wore old clothes. He did not mind getting dirty, and tied an apron around himself.

He then walked over to the sheep and pigs!

Four hired hands had already restrained a large fat pig.

When the pig saw Lin Feng approaching with a gleaming slaughter knife, it sensed a trace of killing intent.

It immediately began struggling desperately.

Its immense strength sent the four hired hands staggering every which way. Their hands slipped, and the fat pig actually broke free from their control.

It was about to charge wildly around the Slaughterhouse!

"Careful! Don't let that beast hurt you!"

Old Wu San called out worriedly.

Lin Feng reacted with lightning speed, lashing a kick across the pig's head!

The blow dazed it so badly that it could not even stand steadily!

With a boom, it crashed to the ground.

Dust billowed up!

Lin Feng was now a martial artist at Skin Refining Perfection!

He could easily lift something weighing seven or eight hundred jin!

When he threw a punch, the force it unleashed could exceed a thousand jin. The strength in his legs was even more terrifying!

The next moment, Lin Feng raised the slaughter knife and precisely stabbed it into the fat pig's neck!

The fat pig tried to struggle, but Lin Feng pinned it down tightly with his knee and arm!

It could not move at all!

Shock!

Horror!

Disbelief!

"Th-this... Brother Lin, when did you become so strong!"

"Yeah! This is simply too terrifying!"

The four hired hands were still somewhat stunned.

"What are you standing around for? Help him! Don't let Xiao Feng get hurt!"

Old Wu San shouted at the four of them!

"Pig blood is good stuff too. Hurry and bring a basin to catch it!"

Before long, after a burst of activity, the fat pig stopped moving!

The four hired hands boiled water and dragged the fat pig into water at a suitable temperature to soak it. At around seventy or eighty degrees, it would neither scald the pigskin nor fail to remove the bristles cleanly.

Lin Feng did not, as usual, first remove the hair and innards from this fat pig.

Instead, he gripped the slaughter knife and continued toward the other pigs and sheep!

Before long, the Slaughterhouse was filled with the ceaseless cries of pigs and sheep.

Yet under Lin Feng's Butcher Ding's Ox-Slicing technique, those animals suffered the least possible pain before dying.

The morning passed quickly.

Lin Feng slaughtered every last pig and sheep!

But killing them was easy. The following steps were what truly consumed time!

"Xiao Feng, can you finish these more than forty animals in one afternoon? You should know they need them by midnight tonight!"

Old Wu San asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wu!"

Lin Feng said with a smile.

Then he went somewhere secluded and allocated 4 of the newly acquired twenty enhancement points to Butcher Ding's Ox-Slicing!

Name: Lin Feng

Cultivation method: Formation Breaking Art

Cultivation level: Outer Refinement Realm—Skin Tempering Realm (79/100)+

Supernatural Ability 1: Ingestion

Divine Ability 2: Avert Calamity

Techniques:

Tiger Roar Fist (2/20)+

Butcher Ding's Ox-Slicing (6/20)+

Enhancement points: 16

Butcher Ding's Ox-Slicing had entered the realm of minor mastery!

Because of the slaughtering practice over the past few days and that morning, Butcher Ding's Ox-Slicing had automatically improved by one point!

He had spent only four points to break through to minor mastery!

After allocating the points, Lin Feng felt figures appear in his mind once more, constantly demonstrating images of slaughtering all kinds of living creatures.

In the end, it all became perfectly integrated and turned into his instinct!

The next moment, a confident gleam appeared in Lin Feng's eyes.

He walked over to the chopping block!

The slaughter knife in his hand seemed to come alive!

Every cut was just right—neither too deep nor too shallow, neither more nor less!

Even the stray bristles on the pig ears and hooves, which were difficult to clean away, were removed with a single stroke!

Old Wu San and the hired hands could only stare, dumbfounded!

"A slaughter knife can remove pig bristles like this too?"