Just as Old Man Wu smiled, waiting for Yi Feng's astonishment, Yi Feng set down the rake in his hand.
"There really is something wrong with this rake head." Yi Feng shook his head and said softly, "And it isn't very useful anymore."
Although the rake head was not badly damaged, some parts had already rusted over. Its shape was also ugly as hell. He had no idea which idiot had designed it. Old Man Wu probably had a hard time plowing the soil with this thing.
"What?"
Instead of the shock he had imagined, Yi Feng had belittled his Saint Rake. Old Man Wu's fur immediately stood on end as he sprang to his feet.
If he had not been unable to see through Yi Feng's cultivation and therefore dared not act rashly, he would have already come to blows with Yi Feng. Something so close to Saint Grade, something he had taken pride in all his life, had actually been desecrated by Yi Feng like this. This was utterly intolerable.
Seeing Old Man Wu bristle like this, Yi Feng was puzzled at first, but after thinking it over, he could understand.
Although this was the cultivation world, most people were still ordinary people. These ordinary people were no different from those on Earth; most of them made their living by farming.
And to Old Man Wu, this rake head was the tool that fed him. If there was something wrong with the thing that put food on his table, how could he not be anxious?
"Don't get worked up." Yi Feng raised a hand to calm him.
But Old Man Wu's face remained red as he stared fixedly at Yi Feng, his fury already impossible to contain.
"Wait a moment."
Yi Feng got up and went into the inner room.
"Fine. Since you look down so much on my Seven-Toothed Saint Rake, then I want to see what you can bring out that could compare to my Seven-Toothed Saint Rake!" Seeing Yi Feng enter the room, Old Man Wu muttered to himself darkly, his face flushed red.
A moment later, Yi Feng came back out and said, "The rake head in your hand is too worn-out. Throw it away."
Yi Feng's words instantly sent Old Man Wu's rage boiling straight to his head.
Belittling his Seven-Toothed Saint Rake was one thing, but now Yi Feng was saying it was too broken and should be thrown away?
This was no longer belittlement.
It was naked mockery!
What could be endured, and what could not? He shot to his feet, about to demand an explanation from Yi Feng.
But the next moment, his entire body froze.
As if struck by lightning!
His eyes locked onto the brand-new rake in Yi Feng's hand.
As though afraid he had seen wrongly, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes. When he looked again, he could not help sucking in a cold breath.
"Th-this is..."
For a moment, his tongue was tied, and even his body could not stop trembling.
The shock in his heart was beyond words, because the rake in Yi Feng's hand was a genuine Saint Grade one.
And it was a brand-new Saint Grade Divine Rake, without the slightest flaw or damage!
"Huff!"
After a long, long while, Old Man Wu finally caught his breath and looked at Yi Feng with even deeper eyes.
No wonder, no wonder this man had belittled and mocked his Seven-Toothed Saint Rake so much. It turned out he possessed a true Saint Grade item. Though Old Man Wu felt stifled and miserable, no anger rose in his heart anymore.
His Seven-Toothed Divine Rake was indeed precious, but damaged as it was, it was truly not worth mentioning before a genuine Saint Grade item.
"Just who are you?"
Old Man Wu furrowed his brows and stared at Yi Feng, asking each word distinctly.
"What do you think I am?"
This old man's chuunibyou must have flared up again. Yi Feng simply rolled his eyes at him.
Old Man Wu nodded.
That was right!
Someone who could casually produce a Flame Bead and then casually take out a Saint Grade divine item—wasn't it obvious who he was?
He slumped dejectedly onto the stool.
Although he had never been able to see through Yi Feng's cultivation, he had always believed they were beings on the same level. That had stirred up his competitive spirit.
Thus, the obsession in his heart had made him want to compete with Yi Feng and determine who stood higher.
But the final result did not go as he wished.
He finally understood that he could not see through Yi Feng's cultivation not because Yi Feng practiced some unknown technique, but because Yi Feng was truly so strong that he could not see through him.
His desire to compete vanished completely.
Instead, there was now a trace of fear and respect in his gaze toward Yi Feng.
After all, in this world, the strong were revered.
Seeing Old Man Wu standing there in a daze, Yi Feng could not help calling out, "Hey, old brother, what are you spacing out for?"
Hearing this, Old Man Wu's expression turned awkward, his face full of embarrassment. He could only smile sheepishly at Yi Feng.
"Here, take it. I guarantee it'll work well."
Yi Feng handed the rake over and said with a smile.
Old Man Wu did not react at first. But when he finally understood, his mind seemed to be struck by lightning. He abruptly stood up and stared fixedly at Yi Feng.
"What?"
"For me?"
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