Otherworld Version of a Little Sun

In the image.

Old Ancestor Qingshan was shown taking out the blade before Third Elder and Yu Wujie.

Though it was only displayed in the image, the moment the blade emerged, its formidable aura still shocked Peng Ying into parting her red lips.

Under its intimidation, her face turned deathly pale.

"Look, that's the blade." The image was very brief; only for that instant could they see the full appearance of the peerless Divine Blade. Seizing the chance, Yu Wujie hurriedly shouted.

"A kitchen knife?"

Once she saw its full appearance clearly, Peng Ying asked in surprise.

"Yes, a kitchen knife." Yu Wujie said with a sigh, "Who knows what state of mind the senior who forged this blade had? But that isn't important. What matters is that this blade is indeed powerful. With it, the battle between the Ancestor and the Black Tortoise Ancestor should be in the bag."

"Mm!"

Peng Ying nodded absentmindedly, seemingly deep in thought.

"What is it, Ying'er? Is something troubling you?" Yu Wujie quickly asked gently.

"No, I just think... I just think this kitchen knife looks very familiar, as though I've seen it somewhere before," Peng Ying said.

"Oh, don't think too much about it. It must be an illusion." Yu Wujie smiled. "Even the Ancestor treasures something of this level. How could you possibly have seen it?"

"That's true."

Peng Ying nodded as well. She also found it rather unbelievable that such a thought had arisen in her mind.

"Alright, I'll get you into the inner sect as soon as possible." Yu Wujie took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Peng Ying's slender waist and said warmly, "You'll just have to wait a while longer. Otherwise, there will always be people wagging their tongues."

Her waist gently twisted, and Peng Ying said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Wujie. You're so good to me."

Autumn had deepened.

Fallen leaves carpeted the ground in a thick layer.

The cold air had finally arrived. Yi Feng put on more clothes and even spread a blanket over his recliner, yet his thick garments still could not keep out the dampness in the air.

The biting cold froze Yi Feng stiff as a dog.

Fortunately, though he was lazy as an Earthling, once he actually put his hands to work, he was deft and ingenious. He used a layer of reflective iron sheets to make a stove, then placed the Flame Bead inside. The iron reflected its heat outward, immediately warming Yi Feng from head to toe.

"An otherworld version of a little sun—one of a kind in all the world, and best of all, it doesn't use electricity."

Yi Feng curled his lips into a smile and cast his gaze beyond the street.

Not far away, a small, dejected figure walked back with his head lowered.

"Sigh!"

Yi Feng let out a sigh. It seemed Zhong Qing's aptitude was still insufficient, and he could not join the Qingshan Sect.

"Greetings, Master."

Yi Feng nodded and gave him a smile. "It's cold. Sit down and warm yourself by the fire!"

"It's fine, Master. I'll go practice two more sets of punches, then cook the rice and pick the vegetables, waiting for you to do the cooking," Zhong Qing said softly before heading toward the inner hall.

Yi Feng sighed.

With the weather turning cold, business had also gone cold by quite a bit.

"Looks like I need to move on to the next plan." Yi Feng stroked the dog beside him and walked to the desk.

He raised his brush.

Then brought it down, writing Supreme Treasure and Zixia Fairy onto the xuan paper.

There was nothing else Yi Feng could do. Relying solely on the Martial Arts Hall truly left him unable to make ends meet. Every winter, he would write some stories, hoping to sell them.

In previous winters, he had written a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber, but whether its audience had been too small or for some other reason, it had flopped without any surprise.

He had thought about it for a long time this year and ultimately decided to write Zixia Fairy and Supreme Treasure. For a young man born in the nineties on Earth, their love still stirred no small amount of sentiment and nostalgia in him.

He did not ask for many readers. He would be satisfied if a few people bought it now and then, enough to improve his life a little.

Fortunately, there was a merchant association in Pingjiang City that he had once helped. They could assist with printing and selling it.

The xuan paper was gradually filled with neat handwriting.

"Cough, cough!"

A coughing sound came from outside the door.

Yi Feng put down his brush and paper, then rose and walked outside. A smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Outside stood an old man in a rain cape. His features were sharp, and a scar slanted downward across the side of his hooked nose.

His surname was Wu. Speaking of which, Old Man Wu could be considered one of Yi Feng's old friends.

However, in Yi Feng's eyes, this old man was not quite normal.

Every time he came here, he would stand outside and stare blankly at the Martial Arts Hall's signboard for ages. Yi Feng had no idea what he was doing.

Sure enough.

The old man was spacing out again.

"Brother, long time no see." Only after a long while did the old man come back to himself and greet Yi Feng.

The corner of Yi Feng's mouth twitched.

How old am I, and how old are you? Don't you have any clue? You always talk as though we're friends who have forgotten the difference in age. Who knows which screw in this old man's head has come loose.

Still, Old Man Wu had called him that ever since they met, and Yi Feng had grown used to it. So, he addressed him the same way.

"brother Wu, long time no see," Yi Feng called.

"Haha, Brother, I truly admire you." Looking at Yi Feng, who was dressed so warmly, a shrewd glint flashed through his eyes. He smiled and said, "We are the same kind of people, but Brother Yi, you've taken it to an even greater extreme than I have!"

"Uh?"

Yi Feng froze, utterly unable to understand.

This old man was accustomed to speaking in cryptic nonsense, so Yi Feng did not mind. He called out, "It's cold outside. Want to come in and sit for a while?"

Old Man Wu nodded and walked toward Yi Feng. As usual, he did not enter Yi Feng's Martial Arts Hall, instead sitting down on the steps by the entrance.

As though he knew what the old man wanted to say, Yi Feng beat him to it. "Yes, yes, yes, you're right. Peeping into another person's Cave Mansion is a great taboo for people like us. There's no need for you and me to stand on ceremony!"