Are Seniors This Demanding Even About Kitchen Knives?

Old Ancestor Qingshan picked up the string beans Yi Feng had picked and washed, his trembling hand preparing to cut them. Yet the hand holding the knife shook beyond his control.

After all, this was his first time handling something of this caliber. So nervous was he that even after half an incense stick's time, he still had not managed to cut the beans properly.

"This kitchen knife really isn't very handy. Looks like it's about time to replace it." Seeing this, Yi Feng spoke with an apologetic expression. He had long had the same thought. This knife had been forged shortly after he began smithing. Though it was fairly sharp, he had always found it a little awkward to use.

At those words, Old Ancestor Qingshan shuddered.

A senior was indeed a senior.

Were his standards for even a vegetable-cutting knife this high?

One had to know that the knife he called inconvenient was something Old Ancestor Qingshan could only dream of but never obtain. Yet in the senior's eyes, it was not even good enough for chopping vegetables.

"Senior is truly too modest. How could a knife like this be inconvenient?" Old Ancestor Qingshan could not help sighing. "If only I had a knife like this."

Yi Feng could not help but sigh as well.

It seemed this old man's family really was poor—so poor that they did not even have a decent kitchen knife at home.

Before long, three dishes and a soup came from Yi Feng's hands and were served on the table.

The moment they took their first bite, Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue's eyes lit up.

The two swore that they had never eaten food this delicious in their entire lives!

Seeing their expressions, Yi Feng smiled and nodded. He was still somewhat confident when it came to cooking.

Though he was a lazy man, he had been forced into it. The food in this world simply tasted terrible. Other than occasionally eating the beef noodles across the street, Yi Feng could only improve his own meals.

Of course, even the beef noodles across the street had benefited from a few tricks Yi Feng had taught them.

While Yi Feng and the others ate and drank their fill.

In the rear hall.

Wild Doggy, whom Yi Feng had kicked unconscious, gradually regained consciousness.

"Awwoo, that hurts."

"Damn mortal, just wait until I recover. I'll kill you."

The dog roared inwardly, his heart filled with hatred for Yi Feng. He was not only a member of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan, but also the son of the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, yet he had fallen at the hands of a mere mortal. It was an enormous humiliation.

Damn it, damn it!

"If I, Ao Qing, had not left the tribe and been gravely wounded by villains, leaving me unable to wield even one ten-thousandth of my cultivation, how could this have happened?"

"Just let me find you—I'll chop you into eight pieces!"

As he roared inwardly, Wild Doggy finally opened his eyes.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In that instant, countless rays of light shot toward him, shining so brightly that he could not open his eyes. Every streak of light was like a rain of blades, as though he had been cast into a storm of sword-light.

When he forced his eyes open, he discovered countless weapons scattered all around him.

"These weapons..."

Ao Qing's protruding muzzle hung open in shock. The lowest grade among these weapons was actually Spirit Grade.

Heavens!

Wild Doggy began to doubt his life.

Even as the son of the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, he had never seen so many Sacred Artifacts above Spirit Grade!

There were so many of them that not even he—even his old man behind him—had likely ever seen this many.

What was even more damn outrageous was that these weapons had been tossed all over the ground like junk. Who could possibly possess such extravagant means?

"No."

Ao Qing seemed to notice something else. Every weapon scattered across the ground was actually defective.

"Holy shit."

Ao Qing was even more stunned, unable to calm down for a long while.

Even defective pieces were Spirit Grade. If these weapons had been finished products, what grade would they have been?

One had to know that an artifact-refining master who could forge a finished product into Spirit Grade was completely different from one whose defective products were Spirit Grade. Heaven knew what kind of monster someone was if even their rejects were Spirit Grade.

It was simply terrifying beyond measure!

"Who exactly is it?"

"And what kind of place is this?"

Relying on the tiny bit of strength he had recovered after fainting, Ao Qing pushed himself up and cautiously walked outside to explore.

But by accident, he stepped into the front hall.

The instant he entered the front hall, he felt the world turn upside down. An overwhelming pressure descended upon him. Then the paintings on both walls blazed with dazzling light, and the eighteen kinds of weapons within the paintings transformed into forms and shot toward him.

"Awwoo!"

Ao Qing let out a roar, his legs and paws going weak. Not daring to care about anything else, he turned tail and ran.

What terrifying thing had been hidden in that hall? It had scared the piss out of him just now. Where the hell was this place?!

In a panic, he ran in another direction and stepped in cautiously.

"Whew!"

He let out a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, there was nothing that terrifying here.

But there were people!

And that mortal was there too.

Ao Qing's eyes instantly filled with hatred. He arched his body, ready to charge over and tear that hateful mortal apart.

No.

At the critical moment, Ao Qing stopped himself. The ones eating with that mortal were...