Gasp! What a Terrifying Kitchen Knife

The two of them seemed intent on seeing straight through Zhong Qing.

Noticing their gazes, Zhong Qing felt a little uncomfortable, but he still grinned foolishly. "Guests? Hello, you two."

"Hello, hello."

Though they could not make heads or tails of Zhong Qing for the moment, he was, after all, the beloved disciple of that senior. He was certainly not someone they dared slight. The two hurriedly rose and clasped their hands in greeting.

"Then please sit. I'll go help Master with his work." Zhong Qing nodded, lowered his head, and headed toward the back hall.

After Zhong Qing left, Old Ancestor Qingshan and Luolan Xue exchanged looks.

"Master, did you see anything in that young man? Why can't I see anything at all?" Luolan Xue asked Old Ancestor Qingshan softly.

Old Ancestor Qingshan furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Forgive your master's poor eyesight, but I could not see anything about that young man either. Not only was there nothing remarkable about him, his meridians appeared completely blocked. He had no talent at all!"

"Then why?" Luolan Xue asked in confusion. "Why would that senior take someone like him as a disciple?"

"Shh!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan shot her a glare. "Do not speak so rudely."

"Master is right to reprimand me." Luolan Xue hurriedly fell silent, knowing she had misspoken. Lowering her head, she said, "Please enlighten me, Master."

"How could I enlighten you?" Old Ancestor Qingshan shook his head and said bitterly, "But one thing I can be certain of is that there must be something about this youth that we cannot see through. A senior like that—how could his disciple possibly be an ordinary person? We can only blame our own shallow vision."

"Sorry to keep you waiting." At that moment, Yi Feng came out with an apologetic smile. "I may have to trouble you two to sit here a little longer. I'll go make you a meal first."

With that, Yi Feng left the Martial Arts Hall, bought some everyday vegetables from a stall not far away, and then entered the kitchen.

"Disciple, sitting here doing nothing is not the answer. We cannot let the senior busy himself alone. Let us go help him," Old Ancestor Qingshan said as he rose after sitting for a while.

Luolan Xue nodded and followed Old Ancestor Qingshan inside.

Beyond the front hall was a small courtyard, which Yi Feng had filled with flowers and plants. Besides the flowers and plants, several wooden training dummies stood there as well.

Everything was peaceful, with birds singing amid fragrant blossoms.

"How delightful!"

Standing in the courtyard, Old Ancestor Qingshan sighed with emotion. "Disciple, the back mountain of our Qingshan Sect may appear shrouded in immortal mist, like a sacred land, but compared to this senior's place, it reeks of the mundane in every corner!"

After his sighing, the two arrived at the kitchen.

The kitchen was neither large nor small, but it was clean. As soon as they entered, they saw Yi Feng squatting on a little stool, snapping green beans.

"Disciple, we truly need to learn from this senior's state of mind!" Old Ancestor Qingshan sighed again. "Look at how the senior does everything himself. If we could calm our hearts and learn even a tenth or two of this, our cultivation would likely not have so many bottlenecks."

Luolan Xue nodded. As she absorbed her master's words and watched Yi Feng lower his head to snap green beans, she seemed to understand something at that very moment. Her state of mind rose by several degrees.

"Master Yi, let us help you!" Old Ancestor Qingshan said with a smile.

"How could I possibly let you do that?" Yi Feng looked up and smiled.

"There is nothing improper about it." Old Ancestor Qingshan hurriedly waved at Luolan Xue.

Seeing this, Luolan Xue quickly picked up the peppers from the stove and began washing them under the running water nearby.

After Luolan Xue got busy, Old Ancestor Qingshan tugged at the corner of his clothes. What should he do? He, the dignified Old Ancestor Qingshan, had never done kitchen work before. But he could not just stand there staring, could he? Would that not be putting on too much of an air? After thinking for a long time, he finally found himself a task. "Senior, I'll help you chop the vegetables!"

"That works." Yi Feng had never been one to stand on ceremony; on the contrary, he liked this sort of feeling. Smiling, he said, "The kitchen knife is beside the cupboard. I'll leave it to you."

"Alright."

Old Ancestor Qingshan smiled and walked toward the cupboard, searching for the kitchen knife.

Suddenly, he froze.

"Gasp!"

For a moment, Old Ancestor Qingshan stood rooted to the spot, trembling all over as he drew sharp breaths.

His eyes were fixed on the kitchen knife tucked beside the cupboard.

The kitchen knife appeared utterly ordinary, but upon closer inspection, one would notice a streak of flowing light flash past. If one stared at it for too long, one might even lose one's mind.

Most terrifying of all, that fleeting streak of light contained a trace of the Power of the Heavenly Dao. In the past, he would not even have been able to detect it. Only after advancing to the Martial King realm had he barely gained the qualifications to catch the faintest glimpse of it.

What kind of quality could an item possessing the Power of the Heavenly Dao possibly have?

Sect Grade?

Saint Grade?

Or perhaps the legendary Emperor Grade?

Old Ancestor Qingshan did not dare imagine it. He felt as though he were about to go mad.

What he found most unbelievable was that an object of such quality was actually a kitchen knife in Yi Feng's kitchen?

"Yes, that knife right in front of you. I'll trouble you with it." Seeing Old Ancestor Qingshan staring blankly, Yi Feng thought he was unsure whether to use that knife, so he reminded him.

"Ah, alright."

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded like a pecking chicken. With trembling hands, he finally picked up the kitchen knife.

It looked utterly ordinary in his hand, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand jun.

He even felt that with this kitchen knife in hand, he, having only just entered the Martial King realm, could exchange two rounds with an expert who had one foot in the Martial Emperor realm.