This Senior Actually Brought a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf to Drink With?

Hiss!

He drew in a sharp breath.

His mouth hung open, too shocked to speak.

Others might not recognize it, but how could he fail to? This was the legendary Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf!

The Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan was a giant among the Demon Race tribes. Not only was the clan immensely powerful, but its members possessed extraordinary talent. Ordinary people simply did not dare provoke them.

Yet this senior had actually brought back a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf to drink with?

This was simply insane!

Seeing Luolan Xue's bewilderment, Old Ancestor Qingshan leaned close and explained it to her. She, too, covered her red lips in shock.

As they watched Yi Feng casually drag the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf ahead of them, the two exchanged a glance, neither able to calm their turbulent hearts.

Perhaps only a senior like him could display such extravagance, directly bringing back a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf to drink with!

At last, the two followed Yi Feng into the Martial Arts Hall.

Both were exceedingly curious. What else was hidden within this Martial Arts Hall, and what kind of place was it?

The tall threshold stone was carved from bluestone.

The moment they stepped across it, it was like Within Reach, Heaven and Earth. They had entered another world from the one they knew.

Eighteen paintings hung on the walls on either side of the Martial Arts Hall. Each corresponded to a different martial art, and each used a different weapon. The first depicted a saber, the second a spear, the third a sword... the eighteen kinds of weapons dazzled the eye.

With only a single glance—

Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue sank into a vast ocean of martial arts.

The entire Martial Arts Hall seemed to transform into an endless battlefield, sabers flashing and swords weaving...

It also seemed as though eighteen masters of martial arts were taking turns demonstrating their moves.

In their eyes, those moves appeared plain and unremarkable, without the slightest ripple of spiritual energy. They were even riddled with flaws.

Yet when they looked again, they discovered that every inch was the essence of the art. Every motion and stillness held something unfathomable.

"Why are you spacing out? Sit over here."

Yi Feng's voice reached them, and Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue jolted awake. Beads of cold sweat had already trickled down their foreheads.

After recovering their senses, lingering fear filled their faces.

The paintings on the walls contained towering Martial Intent and a Martial Way they could not comprehend. Though such things were opportunities for anyone, one still had to see whether one could swallow them. Otherwise, they would become demons that devoured you instead.

Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue had just been like that. Within that boundless ocean, they were mere drops in the sea. The deeper they immersed themselves, the greater the danger became.

"What a world in every inch!"

"Who would have thought that such a world was hidden within this tiny shop in little Pingjiang City?"

"Fortunately, the senior woke me in time. Otherwise, I fear I would have lost myself within it."

Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue looked at Yi Feng with pounding hearts, their faces full of gratitude. Had Yi Feng not spoken at that crucial moment, the consequences for them would have been unthinkable.

Thinking of this, they felt a measure of relief. It was fortunate that they had not rashly entered while Yi Feng was absent earlier.

Otherwise...

"My humble home rarely receives visitors, and I do not have many decent stools. Just sit wherever you like," Yi Feng said with a smile. At the same time, he poured two cups of tea from a nearby teapot and carried them over.

Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue were flattered beyond measure. They hurriedly stood and accepted the tea with both hands, broad smiles on their faces.

Yi Feng's amiable manner immediately eased them considerably. This Peerless Expert was not only broad-minded, but also remarkably approachable!

"By the way, may I ask this shopkeeper's honored surname?" Old Ancestor Qingshan asked.

"My surname is Yi. Yi Feng," Yi Feng said with a smile, waving his hand.

"Master Yi."

Old Ancestor Qingshan hurriedly clasped his hands.

"I would not dare call myself a master. I merely run a small Martial Arts Hall in this backwater place to scrape out a living," Yi Feng said, shaking his head. "Other than keeping myself fed and clothed, I dare not ask for anything more."

"Master Yi's state of mind truly puts me, Qingshan, to shame!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said, shaking his head in deep embarrassment. Yi Feng possessed heaven-shaking strength, yet held such an utterly Return to Simplicity, worldly state of mind. He was neither arrogant nor conceited.

Meanwhile, he himself had only just entered the ranks of Martial King. Yet he lorded above all in the Qingshan Sect and thought highly of himself throughout Southern Sand.

How laughable. What did his meager cultivation amount to before Yi Feng?

Their states of mind were as far apart as clouds and mud.

Yi Feng, however, let out a sigh. If you were in my shoes, you would probably have the same mindset.

After finally transmigrating and fusing with a Golden Finger, he had thought he would get to experience the pleasures of cultivation. Perhaps he might even wield a sword through the skies, stand proudly above the clouds, and become someone whose mere stomp could make the continent tremble three times.

After all, weren't the protagonists in novels all like that?

But who could have known that it would be such a useless system? During the first few years, Yi Feng had thought perhaps something had yet to activate. Maybe once he trained those fist and staff techniques to their highest realm, he would unlock the next domain.

But reality told him that he had simply been overthinking it.

In short, after all these years, he had seen through it all.

Other than accepting his fate, what else could he do?

Wasn't he only left with guarding this little patch of land and scraping out a living...

"You two sit here for now. I'll go deal with that Wild Doggy, then we can drink with it later," Yi Feng said with a smile. His first impression of the old man before him was rather good. Though the old man seemed quite poor, one more friend meant one more road. Perhaps he might be able to help Yi Feng someday.

"No, no."

Old Ancestor Qingshan immediately stood up and said, "Master Yi, please do not be so polite. Being able to have a little home-cooked food here is already more than enough for me. There is no need for the Heaven Devouring... dog."

"All right, then we'll just have something simple."

Yi Feng nodded as well. It was getting late. If he really dealt with the dog, they would probably miss lunch and have to wait until dinner.

"Then sit here for now. I'll find somewhere to put this dog first." With that, Yi Feng dragged the dog toward the rear hall.

The rear hall was where Yi Feng forged iron.

Back when he had been honing the system's blacksmithing skills, he had done no small amount of forging. But after his blacksmithing reached the realm of being On Par with Gods, he had barely forged anything again. Only when some butcher or farming neighbor asked for his help would he make a couple of Butcher's Knives or hoes for them, earning a little extra to support himself.

Seeing that Yi Feng no longer insisted on having them eat the dog together, Old Ancestor Qingshan immediately wiped away a cold sweat.

Yi Feng might have felt no psychological burden eating a Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf, but Old Ancestor Qingshan was different. Let alone one Qingshan Sect, even ten Qingshan Sects could not afford to offend the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan!

If they really ate it, the Heaven Devouring Demonic Wolf Clan might not dare trouble Yi Feng, but would they not dare use his Qingshan Sect as a punching bag?

"Master, I've finished practicing."

Just as Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue sat waiting for Yi Feng, a boy of thirteen or fourteen emerged from the side hall.

"This senior has a disciple?"

Hearing this, the two were startled.

A senior's disciple was surely someone of extraordinary talent, wasn't he?

Their eager gazes fell upon Zhong Qing.