Bullying You For Not Having

Seeing this scene.

Countless onlookers were stunned.

A cleaver?

Then, a mocking laugh erupted from the direction of the Black Tortoise Sect.

"A cleaver, that's hilarious."

"Hahaha, yeah, the weapon of the dignified Old Ancestor Qingshan is just a cleaver."

"Has the Qingshan Sect really fallen this far? Is this cleaver Old Ancestor Qingshan is holding from their sect's kitchen?!"

The members of the Qingshan Sect listened to the harsh voices, their expressions turning extremely grim.

Although they had seen this cleaver before, they didn't have much confidence in its power when used in actual combat.

"Qingshan, you're truly at your wit's end, fighting me with a cleaver. Who do you think you're looking down on?" Old Ancestor Xuanwu said condescendingly, pushing down with his palm strike, his face full of disdain.

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Old Ancestor Qingshan said expressionlessly. The moment his voice fell, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he swung his palm.

Then, he swung the cleaver towards Xuanwu without any flourish.

Everyone shook their heads.

This was undoubtedly like an egg hitting a rock!

But the next moment, the ordinary-looking cleaver suddenly emitted a dazzling light, followed by a thousand-zhang-long blade aura.

Under this blade aura, everyone's eyes were blinded.

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

Of course, Old Ancestor Xuanwu was the first to bear the brunt.

Even he, strong as he was, felt incredibly small under this light. The cold smirk on his face froze instantly.

One strike.

It directly shattered Xuanwu's palm strike, crushing everything in its path, and even severed one of Old Ancestor Xuanwu's arms.

The immense pain and the backlash of power struck Old Ancestor Xuanwu. With a scream, he darted around the Wind and Rain Platform like a fly.

"Hoo!"

"What?"

Seeing this, everyone present couldn't believe their eyes. They all gasped, and the Qingshan Sect erupted in unprecedented cheers.

At the same time, pairs of scorching gazes focused on the cleaver in Old Ancestor Qingshan's hand.

The power of this cleaver far exceeded everyone's expectations; it was terrifyingly formidable!

Peng Ying, amidst the crowd, opened her red lips in surprise. Although she had seen this cleaver in Yu Wujie's Jade Slip, she had never witnessed its power firsthand, and it was incredibly shocking.

Even more incredibly, she felt increasingly familiar with this cleaver.

She felt as if she had seen it more than once, but the intense shock made it impossible for her to recall where she had seen it.

Of course, she also felt that this feeling was too fantastical.

How could someone like her, who had to use connections to enter the Qingshan Sect, have seen such a top-tier divine artifact?

"Hahaha!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan was also shocked by his own strike. He let out a confident laugh in mid-air.

"Qingshan, you despicable scoundrel, why do you possess such a terrifying divine artifact?" Old Ancestor Xuanwu roared furiously, "If you have the guts, put down the cleaver and fight me fairly. Otherwise, you're no hero."

"Put down the cleaver and fight fairly?"

"You wish! I'm just bullying you because you don't have one, so what?"

"Hmph!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted angrily, and with a laugh, he drew an arc in the air with the cleaver and attacked Old Ancestor Xuanwu again.

Old Ancestor Xuanwu's face was full of fear. He didn't dare to confront Old Ancestor Qingshan head-on and turned into an arc, fleeing for his life.

In the blink of an eye, the two old ancestors flew from the Wind and Rain Platform, one after the other, and soon reached the sky above Pingjiang City.

"Bang..."

"Chih..."

"Hoo..."

Old Ancestor Qingshan, in pursuit of Old Ancestor Xuanwu, swung his cleaver repeatedly. The powerful energy made the entire sky rumble.

Old Ancestor Xuanwu, on the other hand, was in perilous situations, utterly humiliated. Facing this terrifying cleaver, he could only run.

Afterward, the two old ancestors flew over Pingjiang, and no one knew where they went to fight.

"Damn it."

Yi Feng, annoyed by the commotion, cursed. He put down his brush and walked outside. Looking at the residual energy fluctuations in the sky, he immediately understood that cultivators were fighting again.

"Who the hell is it, bothering me? If you want to fight, go somewhere else, pfft."

Yi Feng spat on the ground before sheepishly returning to the Martial Arts Hall. Once the noise died down, he calmed himself and continued his writing.

Over the next half a month, Yi Feng finally finished writing his The Purple Cloud Fairy and Supreme Treasure. Afterward, he got up and headed to the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce.

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

As the president of a chamber of commerce, his status was far superior to that of ordinary people. Normally, someone of his standing wouldn't personally greet visitors, but Mao Lin had once been bitten by a venomous snake while on a trip into the mountains. Many doctors had been unable to cure him, but Yi Feng's herbal medicine had healed him, making Yi Feng something of a benefactor to Mao Lin.

"Heh heh, Master Yi, please have some tea."

Mao Lin sat at the head of the table. As the president of the chamber of commerce, he was naturally dressed in luxurious attire, his face ruddy. After subtly glancing at Yi Feng, he asked, "May I ask what brings Master Yi to our chamber of commerce this time?"

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

Upon hearing this, Yi Feng's brow furrowed slightly, and his expression turned a bit awkward.

"Master Yi, to be frank, I'd be happy to host you here. After all, you are my benefactor, in a way." Mao Lin picked up his teacup and took a sip before continuing, "But if you want to print those useless things again, I can't help you. While it's not a major issue, it simply doesn't bring much profit to our chamber of commerce!"

"After all,"

"We have so many people in our chamber of commerce. Everyone needs to eat. Profit comes first, don't you agree?"

"Alright!"

Yi Feng pursed his lips, sighing inwardly. Since that was the case, he couldn't be bothered to stay any longer. Just as he was about to get up and leave, the door opened, and a graceful figure walked in.

She was tall, with delicate features, dressed in a red silk gown that accentuated her stunning, slender waist.

"Yun'er, can't you see I'm entertaining a guest? Why did you barge in so rudely?" Mao Lin said with a hint of admonishment, but his eyes were filled with affection.

"Father, I came to ask if you could find the author of Dream of the Red Chamber?" the woman called Yun'er said coquettishly. From her address, it was clear this was the chamber's jewel, Mao Lin's daughter, Mao Yun'er.