"It wasn't like I could fight him empty-handed, could I?"
"If I run into something like that, can I draw my sword?"
"Even less so!"
Chen Changsheng stressed his words. "At your level, even if you encounter bad people, they'll only be minor characters."
"Your master is the Number One Sword Cultivator Under Heaven. The wooden sword he left behind is naturally number one under heaven as well."
"If you use such a Divine Weapon to defeat some minor character, would your master still have any face left?"
"But without a weapon, how am I supposed to defend myself against bad people?"
"Your level may be poor right now, but it's enough for roaming the martial world."
"When facing those minor characters, just find any wooden stick and you can still defeat them."
Shi Qi eyed Chen Changsheng's answer suspiciously. "Old sir, you really aren't lying to me?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"How could someone as formidable as me lie to a little child like you?"
"Besides, what benefit would I get from lying to you?"
"If you still don't believe me, try it yourself."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a peach branch three li away snapped off.
"Take it!"
"Use the peach branch in your hand to cut at that big stone across from you."
Looking at the peach branch in his hand, bearing two or three peach blossoms, Shi Qi said awkwardly, "Old sir, can this peach branch really cut through that big stone?"
"Of course it can, because you are the disciple of the Number One Sword Cultivator Under Heaven."
"If you don't believe it, give it a try."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Shi Qi doubtfully assumed a starting stance.
At the same time, Chen Changsheng