A Big Shot Playing the World While Pretending to Be Useless

"Master Yi, your cooking is truly delicious." Old Ancestor Qingshan's face was rosy. He had never imagined that not only would he get to cook alongside a senior like Yi Feng, but also sit down and eat the food Yi Feng had made.

At that moment, he could not have been more satisfied.

Being so close to a senior of this caliber—if word got out, it would be enough for his grandson to brag about for the rest of his life.

"I offer you a toast."

Old Ancestor Qingshan rose to his feet, respectfully poured Yi Feng a cup of wine, and then drained his own first.

"Master, what happened before was Xue'er's fault. Xue'er is deeply grateful for your magnanimity. This cup is from Xue'er to you." Luolan Xue was not to be outdone. She likewise raised her wine cup respectfully and toasted Yi Feng.

"Haha, you're too polite, too polite."

Yi Feng accepted their toasts calmly. After all, there had indeed been some misunderstandings between them before.

This old man's cultivation...

Ao Qing stared at Old Ancestor Qingshan. The sun-shaped mark on his forehead flickered faintly as he muttered, "This old man has concealed himself well, but he cannot escape the eyes of a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf. I never expected him to be at the Martial King realm."

"The Martial King realm is comparable to a Demon King of our Demon Race!"

Ao Qing's voice was filled with shock.

Among the Demon Race tribes, a Demon King was the lord of a region. Even within the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan, one would be an elder, a considerable fighting force.

"And that girl, though she is only at the level corresponding to a Great Demon Master of our Demon Race, possesses excellent talent. Given time, she too can grow into a high-level existence!"

The sun-shaped mark on Ao Qing's forehead turned toward Luolan Xue as he spoke in astonishment.

"Why would a gifted Grand Martial Master and a Martial King comparable to an elder of the Demon Race be so respectful toward this mortal, calling him Master at every turn?"

"Are these two idiots in the head?"

Ao Qing scratched his head with his paw, utterly baffled. Just as he hesitated over how to kill this mortal, he seemed to think of something and abruptly fixed his gaze on Yi Feng.

Gasp!

His eyes widened as he sucked in a cold breath.

Could this mortal...?

This mortal...

As though to confirm Ao Qing's suspicions, Yi Feng, who was sitting in the hall entertaining Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue, happened to say politely upon seeing them raise their cups, "You two need not be so polite. Rather, you have honored my humble home with your presence, yet I have nothing worthy to offer you."

Gah!

Ao Qing's body trembled violently upon hearing those words.

It was as though a thunderclap had exploded in his mind.

How could he still fail to understand? How was the mortal before him any mortal at all? He was the master of this house.

The Spirit Grade weapons scattered all over the rear hall, the eighteen terrifying paintings in the front hall—they had all come from his hand.

Otherwise, why would a master comparable to an elder of the Demon Race and a beautiful woman of outstanding talent treat him with such reverence?

No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder when I used my demon power to ram into this mortal, something a mortal should never have been able to withstand, he had dispelled it so effortlessly. So he was a great master with divine abilities, hiding his true strength.

It must be so.

"I once heard Father say that many human experts have something wrong with their heads. They clearly possess cultivation that reaches the heavens, yet insist on pretending to be useless while playing among mortals, then act like pigs to eat tigers. This man must be one of them."

Ao Qing believed his own conclusion completely.

Once he thought that through, Ao Qing's face filled with unease.

With the things inside this house alone, even his father, the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor, probably could not create them. That was enough to prove that this expert pretending to be a mortal was at least on the same level as his father, the Heaven Devouring Demon Emperor.

A big shot of that level was an existence he could only look up to.

How laughable that he had been thinking of revenge before. That was nothing but an egg smashing against a stone!

"But why exactly did this expert capture me?"

Ao Qing was beside himself with anxiety.

He had no grudge against him and no connection with him, yet he had simply been captured for no reason at all.

After capturing him, the man had neither injured him nor killed him.

Yet it was precisely such unfathomable things that were the most terrifying. Besides, how could he casually speculate about the thoughts of someone of that level?

After another two cups of wine, Yi Feng increasingly felt that this old man was worth befriending. He immediately invited him, saying, "You two came in a hurry this time. If you have the time, you can come sit at my humble home again next time. When you come next time, I'll skin that dog and make you both a dog meat hotpot."

"Master Yi, you are too polite, too polite."

When Old Ancestor Qingshan saw that Yi Feng was actually inviting him to come again, he was excited beyond measure. But when he thought of eating that Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf, he became both uneasy and nervous.

Then he thought it over. Since this senior had invited him again and again, he had nothing left to worry about.

If the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan truly came seeking trouble, they would probably have to weigh carefully just whom he had been sitting with while eating that meat.

After all, he was someone who had cooked and shared a meal with a senior!

At that thought,

Old Ancestor Qingshan became fearless. Cupping his hands together, he said, "It is my honor that Master Yi has invited me. In that case, when I have time next, I shall bring good wine and come disturb you again, Master."

"Of course, of course."

Yi Feng smiled faintly and picked up some food with his chopsticks.

Ssssss...

Ao Qing at the doorway heard every word of their conversation.

So, so this expert captured me to turn me into hotpot?

Damn it!

At that thought, Ao Qing lost all hope. Hunching over, he curled up on the ground and began to tremble.

"Heavens!"

"What should I do?"

In his current situation, he could neither defeat them nor escape.

"No, I can't die."

"Father has always looked down on me. I came out this time to prove myself. I can't fail to prove myself only to end up being made into dog meat hotpot!"

At that thought, light flashed in Ao Qing's eyes once more.

He had already made up his mind. Later, he would beg this great master for mercy and behave himself before him. Perhaps he could spare his life and restore his freedom.