With One Chop of This Kitchen Knife, It Was All Fucking Ruined

"Sure enough, it's quite a beautiful work of art."

After examining it for a while, Yi Feng still could not find any substantial use for the thing.

"But..."

Yi Feng lowered his head and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. Before he knew it, summer had passed, and autumn had arrived.

Autumn in this world was nothing like autumn in his previous life. It was already bitterly cold here, and winter was even worse, with snow blanketing everything.

For cultivators, this kind of weather had no effect on them.

But for a mortal like him, it was enough to freeze him stiff.

And this bead...

"When the temperature drops in a few days, I can use it as a stove, haha. Clean, hygienic, and convenient."

"Most importantly, it'll save me money on charcoal."

Yi Feng was thoroughly impressed by his own wisdom. Stretching lazily, he got up and walked to the front hall, where he found Zhong Qing sitting on the threshold in a daze.

Yi Feng raised his head slightly and realized that Zhong Qing was watching the cultivators who occasionally streaked through the distance.

"Looks like this child still has a heart set on cultivation!"

Yi Feng sighed softly.

Hearing him, Zhong Qing hurriedly rose to his feet and respectfully said, "Greetings, Master."

Yi Feng waved his hand.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked over to Zhong Qing, looked up at the distant sky, and sighed. "I know you're hiding something in your heart."

Zhong Qing was slightly startled.

Yi Feng smiled and merely told him to sit down on a stool.

Though autumn brought falling leaves, it was also a season of abundant harvests. The street before the door was still crowded with passersby. Master and disciple sat silently outside the Martial Arts Hall, facing each other without a word.

"Perhaps you don't really want to tell me..." At last, Yi Feng's voice broke the silence.

Zhong Qing turned his gaze toward him.

"But no matter what, your master will not stop you. The Qingshan Sect's branch recruits fresh blood every ten days. If you want to, go try your luck every ten days!" Yi Feng said.

Zhong Qing clenched his teeth and fell silent.

Yi Feng said nothing further. Only after the endless stream of people on the street had thinned did he rise.

"It's time to cook."

He said.

"Master."

Suddenly, Zhong Qing called out to him.

Yi Feng slowly turned his head and looked at the little boy, whose face had been dried taut by the autumn wind.

"I have enemies."

"I have a blood-deep sea of hatred!"

Zhong Qing's eyes reddened, tears swirling in their sockets as he gritted his teeth and spoke to Yi Feng. It seemed that saying it aloud would dredge up terrible memories, so it took great courage for him to do so.

Yi Feng fell silent.

"My enemies are very strong, so strong that I can barely breathe." Zhong Qing clutched the blade Yi Feng had given him, trembling as he said, "There are elders and sect masters as strong as those of the Qingshan Sect, even ancestors!"

Yi Feng's hand unconsciously tightened as well.

"I can only embark on the path of cultivation. Perhaps then I'll have a sliver of a chance..."

Zhong Qing looked at him with reddened eyes.

After a long, long silence, Yi Feng finally nodded.

He turned around.

His eyes had reddened too.

His heart felt bitter. He hated it, and he was even more enraged!

He was bitter that the world was so hard, that Zhong Qing had to bear so much at such a young age; he hated his own powerlessness, for he was nothing more than a mortal; and he was even more enraged at the injustice of heaven, for Zhong Qing himself had no talent for cultivation.

Cultivation sects...

In the end, they were far too distant!

Figures like the Qingshan Sect's elders and sect masters already stood at heights mortals could never reach. As for the Old Ancestor of the Qingshan Sect, mortals had only heard legends and never seen him in person...

The next day.

Qingshan Hall of the Qingshan Sect.

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat at the head seat, his face flushed with excitement, though there was also a trace of embarrassment.

Ever since borrowing the blade yesterday, he had gone into seclusion and trained hard for an entire day. This peerless Divine Blade had indeed not disappointed him, directly raising his combat strength by an entire level.

Yet because the Martial Intent within it was too profound, he could not wield it with complete flexibility. During his training, he had accidentally cleaved apart Third Elder's residence and nearly sent Third Elder's most beloved disciple, Yu Wujie, to his death.

"Ahem, ahem. I've only just gotten hold of this precious blade, so don't take it too much to heart."

Only after a long while did Old Ancestor Qingshan look at the master and disciple, whose faces were ashen, and offer quiet consolation.

"It is the fortune of our sect that Ancestor has obtained such a precious blade. It was only a minor accident, not worth mentioning." But though Third Elder said so, ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping through his heart.

Not to mention the cost of constructing that residence, the wealth he had amassed there over the years by abusing his privileges as an elder was countless.

With one chop of that kitchen knife, it was all fucking ruined.

It was like having his heart and liver torn out!

Yu Wujie was not doing much better. His face had already been fair and delicate, but now it was several shades paler, making him look like a living corpse—neither alive nor dead.

Even more humiliatingly, when he was dragged out of the ruins, the fierce Saber Qi had shattered even his underpants.

Now he had become the Qingshan Sect's favorite joke. Everywhere he went, people talked about how big his little bird was...