Butcher Zhao stared at Yang Huai and sighed after a moment.
"You are indeed more qualified than I am to speak of killing intent. I am merely curious—where did this killing intent of yours come from? There is no Killing Intent around you, nor much scent of blood. You presumably have not slaughtered countless living beings, yet you possess such pure killing intent..."
Yang Huai smiled.
"I would not dare conceal it from you, Senior. This junior has indeed killed a few bandits and horse thieves. It would be false to say I have never been stained with blood, though I have certainly slaughtered quite a few livestock..."
Yang Huai's expression was calm and candid.
Even the wandering Daoist cultivators could hear the sincerity in his words.
In truth, he had not yet fully released the killing intent buried deep within his sea of consciousness.
If he released the killing aura from the depths of his soul now, he feared he would scare a whole crowd to death.
After all, what he had slaughtered were no ordinary creatures, but spirit beasts, and even ancient breeds left behind by Heaven and Earth.
He had even killed descendants of divine beasts.
Butcher Zhao no longer intended to keep up his pretense. He sighed.
"Twenty years of cultivating life and nurturing breath, yet I still cannot compare to the few years you spent as a butcher. So be it!"
With a wave of his hand, a jade-green gleam fell into Yang Huai's palm.
"Brat, it is yours!"
Yang Huai casually put it away and cupped his hands.
"Thank you, Senior!"
He immediately turned and left. The many Daoists behind him watched him with both shock and envy.
"With killing intent like that in his sword path, he is truly a natural seedling of