The first- and second-rank great gods of the Heavenly Court had all rolled up their sleeves, digging foundations, sawing wood, planing timber, carving windows...
They looked exactly like a construction crew.
They were working themselves to the bone to build Zhang Yifan a house.
Where was the lofty bearing of great gods they usually possessed?
If the cultivators of the Primordial World saw this scene, they would surely cry out in shock and think they had seen a ghost.
A group of great gods building a house for a mortal?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
"Work hard!"
The Jade Emperor shouted at Wu Qu Xing Jun, Yuan Hong, and the other gods as they worked hard on the house, then moved to plop himself down.
Before he could even sit, Zhang Yifan kicked him in the rear.
"What are you sitting around for? Doesn't that giant eagle need to be boiled and plucked?"
"Huh? I have to boil water and pluck it?" The Jade Emperor froze.
"If you don't go, do you expect me, your father, to do it?" Zhang Yifan said irritably.
The Jade Emperor grew melancholy. The dignified ruler of the Heavenly Court, Haotian Shangdi, the Great Celestial Venerable, was actually being made to boil water and pluck feathers.
The key was that he did not know how to pluck feathers.
He had never done it before.
"Uncle, I'll help you." Yang Jian hurriedly stepped in to ease the situation.
"Mm, good." The Jade Emperor was very pleased with Yang Jian's performance. His grandnephew had always been perceptive.
Thus, the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian went to boil water.
The kitchen.
This kitchen was enormous, covering a full sixty square meters. A large table for chopping vegetables stood in the middle, with a rack for hanging kitchen utensils at its center.
Dozens of different kitchen tools and knives hung from the rack, gleaming brightly.
The other side of the kitchen stored all kinds of ingredients and dried goods.
The Jade Emperor sighed. "This is my first time in Father's kitchen. I never expected it to be so large, with so many utensils and so much food. Even an emperor's imperial kitchen would be no better than this."
"Yes, and this cleaver looks exceptional. It actually carries the aura of the ancient Primordial World." Yang Jian spotted an antique cleaver embedded in a wooden chopping block. Unable to resist praising it, he reached out to pick it up for a closer look.
But when he tried, Yang Jian froze. He could not pull it out.
"Hmm?"
Yang Jian was astonished. What was going on? It was just a cleaver. Was it really that heavy?
He exerted more force and tried to lift it again, but the cleaver remained utterly motionless in the chopping block.
"What the hell is going on?"
Yang Jian was shocked again. No way. It was only a cleaver. How heavy could it possibly be?
Yang Jian gripped the handle with both hands, planted one foot on the table, and pushed hard while fiercely pulling with both arms, trying to wrench the cleaver from the chopping block.
He used every ounce of strength he had, his old face turning red from the strain, yet he still could not pull the cleaver free!
"Argh..."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and pulled with all his might. The physical power of an Early Quasi-Saint erupted to its limit, but he still could not lift the cleaver.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing Yang Jian trying to pull out the knife but unable to pull or budge it, the Jade Emperor asked curiously, "Are you performing some sort of mortal street performance art?"
"Grandnephew, your performance art is quite well-practiced. You took something so light and made it look like you were lifting ten thousand tons. Your expression is spot-on too. Oh my, even your arm muscles are bulging."
"Your control over your body's muscles has reached an incredibly exquisite level. Even the Witch Tribe, who once cultivated their physical bodies, would marvel at your control over your fleshly body."
"Your uncle applauds you."
As the Jade Emperor spoke, he actually began clapping.
At that moment, Yang Jian's hand slipped, and he fell flat onto the floor.
"Wonderful, wonderful! That fall made your acting even more convincing. If your grandfather ever runs out of money, you can perform on the streets and earn him quite a bit."
Yang Jian's old face reddened, and he could barely keep his dignity intact. What street performance art? He simply could not lift it, all right?
Acting? Control over his body?
"Uncle, you flatter me! Your nephew mainly cultivates the primordial spirit. My control and mastery over my physical body are still very weak, far inferior to yours."
Yang Jian dusted off his rear. He lied without blushing or skipping a beat, putting on a false front as he spoke.
"That is only natural. I have cultivated my physical body before," the Jade Emperor said without the slightest modesty.
"Then please give your nephew some guidance," Yang Jian said with cupped hands.
"Then I shall give you some pointers." The Jade Emperor did not refuse.
"Watch carefully. You must do it like this to convey the feeling of treating something light as though it were heavy." Walking over to the chopping block, the Jade Emperor casually reached for the cleaver.
Hmm?
He could not lift it?
The Jade Emperor applied a little more strength.
Hmm???
Hmm, hmm, hmm???
What was going on?
The Jade Emperor was stunned. He could not even lift a cleaver?
"Your nephew truly cannot compare to Uncle's control over his body!" Yang Jian secretly snickered, but he still clasped his hands and praised the Jade Emperor.
You little brat!
The Jade Emperor was secretly enraged. He had thought Yang Jian was showing off, but it turned out there was something strange about this cleaver!
Still, this blade truly was astonishing.
He was a Quasi-Saint Peak, yet he could not lift a mere cleaver?
The Jade Emperor refused to believe it. The power of a Quasi-Saint erupted, the muscles in his arms bulging like coiling dragons as vast, boundless force gathered there.
"Rise!"
The Jade Emperor shouted inwardly, but no matter how hard he exerted himself, the cleaver did not move in the slightest.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
Yang Jian clapped and exclaimed, "Uncle's physical cultivation is probably enough to make even the former Ancestral Witches admit inferiority! This ability to treat something light as though it were heavy has already reached perfection."
"Uncle's performance skills would surely astonish the world. If Grandfather ever runs out of money, this craft of yours will definitely earn mountains of wealth. You could even establish a whole school with it."
Damn it!
He actually dared to mock me?
"Get lost!" The Jade Emperor glared furiously at Yang Jian and kicked at him.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Yang Jian laughed as he dodged, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
The Jade Emperor ignored Yang Jian. Instead, he stared at the cleaver with gleaming eyes. "This cleaver is actually so heavy? Even my Quasi-Saint Peak body cannot shake it in the slightest. This is incredible."
"Hmph. A mere Quasi-Saint is like an ant, yet you wish to shake this Great Dao Artifact?"
Suddenly, a voice entered the ears of the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian.
Boom!
The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian shuddered violently, staring at the cleaver before them with uncertainty and shock.
Had the cleaver just spoken?
This cleaver actually possessed an Artifact Spirit?
A Great Dao Artifact Spirit?
"A Great Dao Artifact?"
The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian were horrified.
This cleaver was actually a Great Dao Artifact?
Holy crap!
The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian immediately leaned closer, staring at the cleaver from every angle, hoping to sense the existence of Great Dao Laws.
Yet no matter how they sensed it, they could not detect the slightest trace.
"My father is way too incredible. A cleaver is actually a Great Dao Artifact?"
"Grandfather is terrifying!"
Yang Jian nodded heavily. "With this treasure, why fear any saints? One comes, one gets chopped, just like chopping vegetables."
At that moment, the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian's worship of Zhang Yifan reached unparalleled heights, and they respected him even more.
"Hahahaha! If this cleaver were mine to use, then who in the Primordial World could possibly stand against me?" The Jade Emperor suddenly laughed loudly, overjoyed.
A Great Dao Artifact!
The Fragments of Great Dao Laws in the food had already been terrifying enough, yet there was actually a Great Dao Artifact in the kitchen!
If such a supreme treasure appeared in the Primordial World, all the saints—even Dao Ancestor Hongjun—would fight until their heads bled to seize it!
At that moment, the Jade Emperor had gained even more confidence in confronting the entire Primordial World.
Even if Zhang Yifan, this father of his, did not personally act, borrowing a few treasures from him would be enough to handle countless crises.
"This must be kept secret, understand?"
The Jade Emperor spoke to Yang Jian with great seriousness.
"Yes, your nephew understands."
Yang Jian bowed in acknowledgment.
Naturally, Yang Jian understood the significance of this cleaver.
It was an existence that even the Heavenly Dao would fear and dread!
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