Incredulity flickered across Ao Qing's face.
When Yi Feng's hammer struck just now, tiny sparks splattered and scattered in his eyes like scattered stars.
"Huh!"
What kind of spark was this?
It was simply the essence of martial arts!
Although he was a monster and his cultivation method was different from that of humans, this extraordinary thing could also bring him great benefits.
Especially the scattered sparks of light on his body, it was like a baptism of martial arts.
At this moment, the injuries that had been bothering him for half a year had healed by 20% directly.
"Boom!"
Another hammer struck.
The sparks of light splattered again, falling sporadically on Ao Qing's body, making him feel even more comfortable.
The injuries had healed by almost half.
He looked at Yi Feng beside him. Although he looked ordinary, for some reason, the figure seemed to magnify infinitely in Ao Qing's eyes, as if shining like a dazzling little sun.
"I understand, I understand..."
Ao Qing muttered excitedly to himself. Looking at Yi Feng's eyes, he not only lost his resentment but even shed tears of gratitude.
"This human senior was helping me to heal. The reason he humiliated me before was definitely to temper my mindset."
"After all, my father allowed me to be arrogant and conceited, being a flower in the greenhouse, never having suffered any hardships, and that's why he looked down on me."
"Yes, that must be it!"
"Otherwise, how can we explain this senior humiliating me while restoring my injuries at the same time?"
Thinking of this, Ao Qing's heart was filled with regret and shame.
After this senior saved him, he not only worked hard to temper his mindset but also helped him recover from his injuries. And what about him?
He was full of resentment towards this senior.
It was simply despicable and ungrateful.
The regret in his heart made him want to slap himself several times.
"I cannot disappoint this senior."
"Regret is useless. The effort is the greatest comfort to the senior!"
Ao Qing's eyes were filled with determination, and the four limbs under his feet accelerated even more, bringing up a gust of wind.
"Good boy, not bad."
Looking at the roaring flames in the stove, Yi Feng praised it.
"Indeed!"
Not disappointing the seniors is the best way to repay them.
When Ao Qing heard Yi Feng's praise, he was extremely excited. He no longer felt ashamed of helping Yi Feng with his work, knowing that the senior had put in so much effort for him.
Being able to receive such guidance from a senior was truly an honor for him.
In no time, the new kitchen knife made by Yi Feng had already taken shape.
Ao Qing was sweating profusely and panting heavily, but he didn't care about the exhaustion. Instead, his eyes fell on the kitchen knife still emitting flames.
"This knife..."
As soon as Ao Qing spoke, Yi Feng took a satisfied look and dipped the knife into the water before pulling it out. Ao Qing gasped at the sight.
"This knife is a... imperial grade? No, that's not it..."
In the end, Ao Qing realized that he couldn't even discern the grade of this knife because it exceeded his realm of knowledge.
All he knew was that this was the highest-grade divine weapon he had ever seen!
Wow!
What a stroke of luck! I witnessed the birth of such a divine weapon, and I even contributed to it.
"Hahaha!"
"Father, one day you will realize that I, your son, am no worse than your other sons!"
"If you knew that I cooperated with this senior to create such a divine weapon, I'm sure you wouldn't look down on me anymore!"
Thinking of this, Ao Qing gratefully looked at Yi Feng.
What a benefactor!
Fortune has finally turned in my favor, and if I stay with this senior for a while longer, then...
Looking at this dog's sheepish appearance, Yi Feng gave it a disdainful glance.
Although he didn't know the breed, it looked like a Husky.
It was probably the Husky of this world!
"Master, there's a visitor." Outside the hall, Zhong Qing walked over and said.
"Oh, they're here!"
Yi Feng nodded lightly, observing the kitchen knife he had just made, and walked out of the hall.
At the door, there stood a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
She was graceful and elegant, with delicate features, and though her clothes were ordinary, she was a top-notch beauty.