Holy grade divine rake?

As Old Man Wu smiled, expecting Yi Feng to be surprised, Yi Feng put down the rake in his hand.

"This rake of yours does have some problems," Yi Feng said, shaking his head. "And it's not very useful anymore."

Although the rake wasn't heavily damaged, some parts were already rusted, and its shape was incredibly ugly. He wondered what kind of idiot designed it; Old Man Wu must have a hard time raking soil with it.

"What?"

Yi Feng's lack of shock and his criticism of his Saint Rake infuriated Old Man Wu, who immediately exploded and stood up abruptly.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't see through Yi Feng's cultivation and was hesitant to act rashly, he would have already attacked Yi Feng. His Saint Grade rake, something he had always been proud of, was being blasphemed by Yi Feng. It was unbearable.

Seeing Old Man Wu's enraged reaction, Yi Feng was initially confused but quickly understood after thinking about it.

Although this was a cultivation world, most people here were still ordinary, no different from ordinary people on Earth. Most of them relied on farming for a living.

For Old Man Wu, this rake was his livelihood. It was only natural for him to be anxious when his livelihood was in question.

"Don't get agitated," Yi Feng said, raising his hand to comfort him.

But Old Man Wu's face remained red, and he stared intently at Yi Feng, his heart filled with rage.

"Wait for me a moment."

Yi Feng got up and walked into the inner room.

"Fine, since you look down on my Seven-Toothed Saint Rake so much, I'd like to see what you can produce that can compare to it!" Old Man Wu muttered to himself with a red face as Yi Feng entered the room.

Yi Feng returned from the inner room shortly, saying, "The rake you have is too worn out, throw it away."

Yi Feng's words instantly made Old Man Wu's anger boil, rushing straight to his head.

It was one thing to belittle his Seven-Toothed Saint Rake, but to say it was too worn out and should be thrown away?

This was no longer belittling; it was mockery.

Blatant mockery!

It was unbearable. He stood up abruptly, demanding an explanation from Yi Feng.

But the next moment, he froze.

He felt as if struck by lightning!

His gaze was fixed on the brand-new rake in Yi Feng's hand.

As if afraid he was mistaken, he rubbed his eyes. When he saw clearly again, he couldn't help but gasp.

"This, this is..."

For a moment, he became incoherent, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The shock in his heart was beyond words. The rake in Yi Feng's hand was a true Saint Grade item.

And it was a brand-new Saint Grade Divine Rake, without the slightest damage!

"Hoo!"

After a long, long time, Old Man Wu took a breath and looked at Yi Feng with a deeper gaze.

No wonder, no wonder this person belittled and mocked his Seven-Toothed Saint Rake so much. It turned out he had a true Saint Grade item in his hand. While Old Man Wu felt wronged and upset, his anger had completely subsided.

His Seven-Toothed Divine Rake was indeed precious, but in its damaged state, it was nothing compared to a true Saint Grade item.

"Who exactly are you?"

Old Man Wu frowned, staring at Yi Feng, and asked word by word.

"Who do you think I am?"

Yi Feng rolled his eyes, assuming the old man was having another chuunibyou moment.

Old Man Wu nodded.

Yes!

Someone who could casually produce a Flame Bead and a Saint Grade divine artifact, who else could he be?

He slumped back onto the stool, dejected.

Although he had never been able to see through Yi Feng's cultivation, he had always believed they were at the same level, which had ignited his competitive spirit.

His obsession had made him want to compare himself with Yi Feng.

But the final result was not as he wished.

He finally understood that the reason he couldn't see through Yi Feng's cultivation wasn't because Yi Feng practiced some unknown technique, but because he was truly too strong for him to comprehend.

His competitive spirit was gone.

Instead, he looked at Yi Feng with a hint of fear and respect.

After all, in this world, the strong reigned supreme.

Seeing Old Man Wu lost in thought, Yi Feng called out, "Hey, old man, what are you spacing out about?"

Hearing this, Old Man Wu's face turned grim, and he looked ashamed, only managing an awkward smile at Yi Feng.

"Alright, take it. It'll be useful, I guarantee it."

Yi Feng handed over the rake in his hand, smiling as he spoke.

Old Man Wu didn't react at first. When he finally did, it was as if lightning struck his mind. He shot up and stared intently at Yi Feng.

"What?"

"For me?"