"What work should we do?"
"I'll go chop firewood."
"Then I'll go repair the road!"
"Hm?" Lin Jue thought for a moment. "Why don't you come chop firewood with me?"
"Oh, right! I don't have enough magic power right now. If I repair the road, I'll run out after a little while. Better to chop firewood!"
"Mm..."
Lin Jue had a different thought—
Chopping firewood was really just swinging a blade, from all sorts of angles, and striking logs from different directions.
After they descended the mountain, that would be very useful, whether they were dealing with demons, ghosts, and monsters or with people. And since chopping firewood properly required using the whole body, it was also a good way to exercise and expend energy.
So each of them took a Firewood Knife and went straight over Floating Hill Peak to Tianmen Peak. Without stopping to catch their breath, they chopped away with vigorous effort for half a day. When they finished, they went on to Shears Peak and kept chopping.
They swung their knives who knew how many times and went up and down the mountains who knew how many trips.
The sound of trees crashing down rang across the mountains.
The woodshed was packed full.
The senior brothers stared in dumbfounded disbelief, exclaiming that they wouldn't be able to burn it all even by the end of the year.
They worked from dawn till dusk, until at last exhaustion set in.
They ate a bowl of rice and went straight to sleep.
They slept until noon the next day.
When they got up, they could barely crawl out of bed.
Just as the Ancient Book had said, their whole bodies ached; there wasn't a single spot that didn't hurt. The pain in their legs alone was even worse