"Ah..."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and pulled with all his might. The physical strength of an early Quasi-Saint erupted to its utmost limit, but he still couldn't lift the kitchen knife.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing Yang Jian struggling to pull out the knife but unable to budge it, the Jade Emperor asked in confusion, "Are you performing street art from the mortal world?"
"Big nephew, you've practiced this street performance quite well. You took something light and somehow made it look as if you were lifting something weighing ten thousand tons. Your expression is spot-on too. Oh my, even the muscles in your arms are bulging."
"Your control over your body's muscles has already reached an incredibly refined level. I'm afraid even the Witch Clan, who once cultivated their physical bodies, would be amazed by your control."
"Your uncle applauds you."
As the Jade Emperor spoke, he really did start clapping.
At that moment, Yang Jian's hand slipped, and he fell flat onto the ground.
"Wonderful, wonderful~ That fall made your acting even more convincing. When your grandfather runs out of money in the future, you can perform on the streets and earn quite a bit for him."
Yang Jian's old face flushed red, and he felt embarrassed. What street performance? He simply couldn't lift it, all right?
And he was talking about acting? Control over his body?
"You flatter me, Uncle! I mainly cultivate the primordial spirit. My control over my physical body is still very weak, far inferior to yours."
Yang Jian patted his backside and lied without the slightest change in expression, pretending to be humble.
"That's only natural. I've cultivated my physical body, after all." The Jade Emperor was completely unmodest.
"Please give me some pointers, Uncle," Yang Jian said with cupped hands.
"Then I'll give you some pointers." The Jade Emperor did not refuse.
"Watch closely. You have to do this to show the appearance of lifting something light as though it were heavy." The Jade Emperor walked to the chopping board and casually reached for the kitchen knife.
He couldn't lift it?
The Jade Emperor applied a little more force.
Huh???
Huh huh huh????
What was going on?
The Jade Emperor was stunned. He couldn't even lift a kitchen knife?
"Uncle's control over his body is truly beyond me!" Yang Jian secretly snickered, but still cupped his hands and praised the Jade Emperor.
You little brat!
The Jade Emperor was secretly furious. He had thought Yang Jian was showing off, but it turned out there was something strange about this kitchen knife!
Still, this knife really was astonishing.
With the dignified strength of a peak Quasi-Saint, he actually couldn't lift a kitchen knife?
The Jade Emperor refused to believe it. His Quasi-Saint power erupted, the muscles in his arm bulging like coiled dragons as boundless strength gathered within it.
"Rise!"
The Jade Emperor shouted inwardly, but no matter how hard he exerted himself, the kitchen knife remained completely motionless.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
Yang Jian clapped and praised him. "Uncle's physical cultivation is probably beyond even the former Ancestral Witches! Your skill at lifting something light as though it were heavy has truly reached perfection."
"Uncle's street-performance skills will surely amaze the world. When Grandfather runs out of money in the future, this skill of yours will surely earn mountains of wealth. You could even establish your own sect without any trouble."
Damn it!
How dare he mock me?
"Get lost!" The Jade Emperor glared angrily at Yang Jian and kicked him.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Yang Jian laughed loudly as he dodged. He laughed so hard his stomach hurt.
The Jade Emperor ignored Yang Jian and instead stared at the kitchen knife with shining eyes. "This kitchen knife is actually so heavy? With my peak Quasi-Saint physical body, I can't move it at all. It's astonishing."
"Hmph. A mere Quasi-Saint is no different from an ant, yet you want to move this Great Dao Artifact?"
Suddenly, a voice entered the ears of the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian.
The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian trembled violently and stared at the kitchen knife before them in disbelief.
Had the kitchen knife just spoken?
The kitchen knife actually had a spirit?
A Great Dao Artifact spirit?
"A Great Dao Artifact?"
The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian were utterly shocked.
This kitchen knife was actually a Great Dao Law Artifact?
Damn!
The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian immediately crowded around it, staring at the kitchen knife from every angle, hoping to comprehend the presence of the Great Dao Laws.
But no matter how they sensed it, they couldn't detect the slightest trace.
"My father is way too awesome. Even a kitchen knife is a Great Dao Artifact?"
"Grandfather is terrifying!"
Yang Jian also nodded heavily. "With this treasure, what Saint is there to fear? One comes, one gets sliced, just like cutting vegetables."
At that moment, the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian worshiped Zhang Yifan beyond words and respected him even more.
"Hahahaha! If this kitchen knife were at my disposal, then who in all of Honghuang could stand against me?" The Jade Emperor suddenly burst into laughter, overjoyed.
A Great Dao Artifact!
The Great Dao Law Fragments in the meals were already frightening enough, but who would have thought there was also a Great Dao Artifact in the kitchen?
If this supreme treasure appeared in Honghuang, all the Saints—and even Dao Ancestor Hongjun—would fight until their heads bled to seize it!
At that moment, the Jade Emperor felt even more confident about standing against all of Honghuang!
Even if Zhang Yifan, his father, did not act personally, merely borrowing a few treasures from him would be enough to deal with many crises.
"This matter must remain secret. Do you understand?"
The Jade Emperor spoke to Yang Jian with utmost seriousness.
"Yes, Uncle. Your nephew understands."
Yang Jian bowed and replied.
Yang Jian naturally understood the significance of this kitchen knife's weight.
It was an existence that even the Heavenly Dao would fear and dread!
Chapter 23: Slaughtering a Cow Is Just Like Slaughtering the Heavenly Dao!
After boiling the water, the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian squatted to one side like two village women, scalding and plucking the feathers from the Golden-Winged Great Peng's true form.
They were surprisingly skilled at the job.
Zhang Yifan also came over to inspect their work. The feathers had been plucked very cleanly, and he nodded in satisfaction and praise.
Yuan Hong, Star Lord Wugu, and the others had worked for most of the day. They were quite fast, and the foundation had already been dug.
Seeing that the sky was growing dark, Zhang Yifan rolled up his sleeves, went into the kitchen, and took a small bamboo knife to slaughter a cow.
"Don't come over!"
"No, no, no!"
Seeing Zhang Yifan approach, Taishang Laojun's mount, Green Ox, cried out inwardly and mooed nonstop, but no one could hear him.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
Kirin Ancestor, in the form of Big Black Dog, grew extremely impatient and barked at Green Ox. Green Ox immediately became obedient, trembling in fear at the sound of Kirin Ancestor's barking.
"Huh, this ugly dog of yours has quite a skill. Just a couple of barks, and you actually made the ox behave." Zhang Yifan glanced at Big Black Dog and couldn't help praising him.
Of course!
Big Black Dog, Kirin Ancestor, held his head high with great pride. His tail wagged so fast it was almost turning into a propeller.
He was so happy!
His master had praised him today!
Kirin Ancestor was unbearably pleased, and it was impossible to describe how happy he was.
He would definitely get two extra bones tonight.
"You were probably a sheepdog in your previous life," Zhang Yifan added.
Kirin Ancestor: "..."
I'm a qilin, all right?
And the very first qilin in Honghuang, at that!
How did I become a sheepdog?
How could that thing possibly be compared with this Ancestor?
But Kirin Ancestor only dared to feel aggrieved inwardly. On the surface, he continued wagging his tail and running happily around Zhang Yifan.
"Ugly dog, go get a basin. We'll use it to catch the ox's blood later."
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