Bullying You Because You Don't Have One

At this sight,

Countless spectators' jaws dropped.

A kitchen cleaver?

Then, from the direction of the Black Tortoise Sect, a burst of mocking laughter rang out.

"A kitchen cleaver? This is killing me!"

"Hahaha, exactly. The weapon of the mighty Old Ancestor Qingshan is actually just a kitchen cleaver."

"Could the Qingshan Sect have fallen this low? Could that be a cleaver from their kitchen?"

Listening to those grating voices, everyone from the Qingshan Sect looked utterly grim.

Though they had seen this cleaver before, they had little confidence in its power in actual combat.

"Qingshan, you truly have reached the end of the road. You're actually using a kitchen cleaver to fight me? Who are you looking down on?" Black Tortoise Ancestor said disdainfully as he pressed his palm seal down from above.

"You'll know if you try."

Old Ancestor Qingshan spoke expressionlessly.

The moment his words fell, his pupils abruptly contracted, and his palm swept out.

Then, the cleaver hacked toward Black Tortoise without the slightest flourish.

Everyone shook their heads.

This was undoubtedly an egg smashing against a rock!

But in the next moment, that utterly ordinary cleaver suddenly burst forth with dazzling radiance.

It then drew out a blade of light stretching a thousand zhang.

Beneath that blade light, everyone was blinded by its brilliance and could not open their eyes.

At the same time, an invincible aura spread across the entire Wind and Rain Platform. Those with weaker cultivation even felt an urge to prostrate themselves.

Naturally, Black Tortoise Ancestor bore the brunt of it.

Even someone as powerful as him felt incomparably tiny beneath that light.

The sneer on his face froze stiffly as well.

One slash.

It directly shattered Black Tortoise's palm seal with the force of dry weeds and rotten wood, even severing one of Black Tortoise Ancestor's arms along with it.

A tremendous pain and the backlash of power struck Black Tortoise Ancestor.

With a miserable scream, Black Tortoise Ancestor darted wildly through the air above the Wind and Rain Platform like a fly.

Hiss!

"What?"

Seeing this scene, everyone present found it unbelievable and sharply sucked in a breath of cold air.

The Qingshan Sect erupted with unprecedented cheers.

At the same time, pairs of blazing eyes fixed upon the cleaver in Old Ancestor Qingshan's hand.

The might of this cleaver had surpassed everyone's expectations.

It was actually so terrifying!

Among the crowd, Peng Ying's red lips hung open in astonishment. Although she had seen this cleaver in Yu Wujie's jade slip, witnessing it firsthand was far more shocking.

What was even more inconceivable was that she found the cleaver increasingly familiar.

She even felt that she had seen it more than once before.

Yet the intense shock left her unable to recall where she had seen it.

Of course, she also felt that such a notion was simply too fantastical.

How could someone like her, who had entered the Qingshan Sect through the back door, ever have seen such a supreme divine artifact?

"Hahaha!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan was also stunned by his own slash, and he let out a confident roar of laughter in midair.

"Qingshan, you despicable bastard! Why do you have such a terrifying divine artifact?" Black Tortoise Ancestor shouted in fury. "If you've got the guts, put down that cleaver and fight me fairly! Otherwise, what kind of hero are you?"

"Put down the cleaver and fight fairly?"

"In your dreams! I'm bullying you because you don't have one—what are you going to do about it?"

"Hmph!"

With a furious snort and a burst of laughter, Old Ancestor Qingshan swept through the air in an arc with the cleaver in hand and attacked Black Tortoise Ancestor again.

Black Tortoise Ancestor's face was full of terror. He did not dare confront Old Ancestor Qingshan head-on at all, and turned into a streak of light as he fled.

In the blink of an eye, the two great ancestors had flown one after the other from the Wind and Rain Platform and soon reached the skies above Pingjiang City.

Boom...

Slash...

Whoosh...

Old Ancestor Qingshan chased after Black Tortoise Ancestor, hacking out cleaver strike after cleaver strike. Their immense might made the entire sky rumble without end.

Black Tortoise Ancestor, meanwhile, was surrounded by danger and looked utterly wretched. Faced with that terrifying cleaver, all he could do was run.

After that, the two great ancestors flew across Pingjiang City, fighting their way off to who knew where.

"Fuck your mother."

Irritated into a frenzy by the noise, Yi Feng cursed, set down his brush and paper, and walked outside. Seeing the lingering ripples of force in the sky, he immediately understood that cultivators were fighting again.

"Which son of a bitch is it? If you want to fight, can't you get the hell farther away? Bah."

Yi Feng spat, then sheepishly returned to the Martial Arts Hall. Only after the noise died down did he calm himself and continue writing.

Over the next half month, Yi Feng finally finished writing The Purple Cloud Fairy and Supreme Treasure. He then got up and headed for the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce.

The one who received Yi Feng was Mao Lin, the president of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce.

As the president of a chamber of commerce, Mao Lin's status was far better than that of ordinary people. Normally, someone like him would not personally receive guests, but once, when Mao Lin had entered the mountains with the chamber, he had been bitten by a venomous snake. He had sought many physicians without success, until Yi Feng's herbs cured him. Thus, Yi Feng could be considered Mao Lin's benefactor.

"Hehe, Master Yi, please have some tea."

Mao Lin sat in the seat of honor. As the president of a chamber of commerce, he was naturally dressed in luxurious clothing, his face glowing with health. After giving Yi Feng an imperceptible glance, he asked, "May I ask what brings Master Yi to our chamber this time?"

"Don't tell me you want me to print those useless fairy tales again?"

At those words, Yi Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and his expression turned somewhat awkward.

"Master Yi, to be honest, if you merely come here to sit and visit, I will naturally receive you warmly. After all, you are my benefactor."

Mao Lin lifted his teacup, took a light sip, and continued, "But if you want me to print that useless stuff again, I really can't help you. It may not be a major matter, but it truly brings our chamber no profit!"

"After all."

"There are so many people in our chamber who need to eat. Profit comes first—you understand, right?"

"Alright."

Yi Feng pressed his lips together and could not help sighing inwardly. Since that was the case, he could not be bothered to stay any longer. Just as he was about to rise and leave, the door was pushed open, and a graceful figure entered.

She was tall and slender, with delicate features and shapely brows. Clad in a long red dress, she possessed a breathtakingly beautiful willow waist.

"Yun'er, can't you see that I'm receiving a guest? How can you barge in so rudely?" Mao Lin said reproachfully, though his eyes were filled with affection.

"Father, I came to ask whether you have found the author of Dream of the Red Chamber or not?" the woman called Yun'er said coquettishly. From the way she addressed him, it was clear that she was the chamber's treasured pearl, Mao Lin's daughter, Mao Yun'er.