The Senior Was Actually Cultivating Me

Ao Qing's face was filled with deep disbelief.

When Yi Feng brought down that hammer just now, faint sparks had flown. In his eyes, those sparks transformed into countless specks of starlight, scattering in every direction.

Whoosh!

How could those be mere sparks?

They were practically the profound essence of the Martial Way!

Although he belonged to the Demon Race and cultivated differently from humans, something that transcended convention like this could still bring him tremendous benefits.

Especially when those specks of firelight scattered over his body, it felt as though he was undergoing the baptism of the Martial Way.

At that moment, injuries that had resisted healing for half a year suddenly recovered by twenty percent.

Bang!

Another hammer fell.

More sparks burst forth, a few landing on Ao Qing's body and making him feel utterly refreshed.

His injuries were nearly half healed.

He looked toward Yi Feng beside him. The man clearly appeared utterly ordinary, yet for some reason, his figure seemed infinitely magnified in Ao Qing's eyes. It was as though golden light bloomed all over him, like a dazzling little sun.

"I understand now, I understand..."

Ao Qing muttered excitedly. The resentment in his gaze toward Yi Feng had vanished, replaced by tears of gratitude.

"So this human senior captured me in order to cultivate me. And the reason he humiliated me before must have been to temper my state of mind."

"After all, Father Emperor had said more than once that I was arrogant and conceited, a flower raised in a greenhouse that had never endured any hardship. That was precisely why he looked down on me."

"Yes, that must be it!"

"Otherwise, how could one explain why this senior humiliated me while also helping me recover from my injuries?"

Thinking of this, Ao Qing's heart filled with remorse and shame.

After saving him, this senior had painstakingly tempered his state of mind and even helped heal his injuries. But what had he done?

He had been full of resentment toward this senior.

He was simply a despicable wretch, ungrateful and faithless.

The regret in his heart made him want to slap himself hard several times.

"I can't disappoint Senior."

"Regret is useless. Working hard—that is the greatest comfort I can offer Senior!"

Ao Qing's eyes brimmed with determination. His four limbs moved faster and faster beneath him, kicking up a gust of wind.

"Good dog, not bad."

Seeing the blazing flames in the furnace, Yi Feng praised him.

Of course!

Not disappointing Senior was the best way to repay him.

Hearing Yi Feng's praise, Ao Qing was overjoyed. Once he realized that all of Senior's painstaking efforts had been for his sake, he no longer felt that helping Yi Feng with tasks was humiliating.

Being able to receive the cultivation of such a senior was simply his honor.

Before long, Yi Feng's newly forged kitchen knife had taken shape.

Ao Qing was panting heavily, his face covered in sweat, but he did not spare a thought for his exhaustion. Instead, his gaze fell upon the kitchen knife that still glimmered with firelight.

"This knife..."

Before Ao Qing could finish, Yi Feng gave it a satisfied glance, then quenched it in water. When he lifted it out again, Ao Qing sucked in a sharp breath.

"This knife is Imperial... Sect Grade? No, no..."

In the end, Ao Qing realized that he simply could not determine the kitchen knife's grade, because it had already surpassed the bounds of his understanding.

He only knew that this was the highest-grade divine weapon he had ever seen!

Whoosh!

I truly have been blessed by heaven. I actually witnessed the birth of such a divine weapon, and I even contributed to its creation.

"Hahaha!"

"Father Emperor, one day you will discover that I, your son, am no worse than your other sons!"

"If you knew that I had assisted this senior in forging such a divine weapon, I'm afraid you would never look down on me again!"

At the thought of this, Ao Qing looked at Yi Feng with gratitude.

A benefactor!

The wheel of fortune turns at last, and it has finally turned to me, Ao Qing. If I stay with this senior for a few more days, then... hehehe!

Seeing the dog twitching as though it had a seizure, Yi Feng rolled his eyes at it.

Though he had no idea what breed this thing was, it really did resemble a husky.

Maybe it was this world's version of a husky!

"Master, a guest has arrived." Zhong Qing walked over in the outer hall and spoke respectfully.

"Oh, they're here!"

Yi Feng nodded faintly. While examining the kitchen knife he had just forged, he walked toward the outer hall.

At the entrance stood a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

The girl was slender and graceful, with delicate features. Though her clothes were ordinary, she was undoubtedly a peerless beauty.