"Indeed, it's a very nice piece of art." After examining it, Yi Feng didn't find that this thing had any significant practical use.
"However..." Yi Feng lowered his head and looked at the fallen leaves on the ground.
He didn't realize that summer had already passed, and it was now autumn. The autumn in this world was different from the autumn in his previous life. It was already quite cold here, and it would be even worse in winter, with snow everywhere.
This kind of weather wouldn't have much of an impact on cultivators, but it was enough to make him freeze like a dog. As for this bead...
"I can use it as a stove when the temperature drops in a few days. It's clean and easy to use, and most importantly, it saves charcoal money." Yi Feng was impressed by his cleverness, stretched his lazy waist, and walked to the front hall, where he found Zhong Qing sitting on the doorstep in a daze. Yi Feng raised his head slightly and saw that Zhong Qing was observing the practitioners who occasionally flew by in the distance.
"It seems that this kid still has a heart for cultivation!" Yi Feng sighed softly
Zhong Qing quickly stood up upon hearing the sound of Yi Feng approaching and respectfully called out, "Greetings, Master." Yi Feng waved his hand and walked over to Zhong Qing, looking up at the sky and sighing, "I know you're hiding something in your heart."
Zhong Qing was taken aback by Yi Feng's words. Yi Feng smiled and motioned for him to sit on a bench. Although autumn is a season of falling leaves, it is also a time of abundant harvest. The street in front of the martial arts gymnasium was still bustling with people, and the master and apprentice sat silently at the door lost in thought.
"Perhaps you're not ready," Yi Feng finally spoke up. Zhong Qing turned to him. "But regardless, I won't hold you back. The Qing Shan Gate accepts new disciples every ten days, so if you're willing, you can try your luck then." Zhong Qing clenched his fists and fell into contemplative silence.
Yi Feng didn't say anything more and only got up when the flow of people on the street thinned out. "It's time to cook."
"Master."
Suddenly, Zhong Qing called out to him. Yi Feng turned his head slowly and looked at the small boy whose face was dried up by the autumn wind.
"I have a grudge."
"I have a deep-seated grudge that runs as deep as the sea!"
Zhong Qing's eyes turned red, tears swirling in his eyes. he gritted his teeth to say it, which would bring back very unpleasant memories.
Yi Feng remained silent. "The enemy is so strong that they make me feel despair," Zhong Qing tightly grasped the knife Yi Feng had given him, trembling as he said, "Even the elders and the patriarch of Qing Shan Men are so powerful!" Yi Feng's palm also tightened unconsciously. "I can only enter the path of cultivation, maybe then there will be a glimmer of hope..." Zhong Qing said with red eyes.
Yi Feng nodded silently after a prolonged moment of silence before turning around with red eyes. He felt a sense of bitterness, hatred, and anger in his heart. The world was cruel, and Zhong Qing had to suffer so much at a young age. Yi Feng hated his powerlessness as an ordinary person and was furious at the unfairness of the world.
Zhong Qing himself did not have the qualifications for cultivation. The martial path was ultimately too far away!
The next day, in the main hall of Qing Shan Gate, Qing Shan Patriarch sat at the top with an excited look mixed with a little embarrassment. Since borrowing the knife yesterday, he had been practicing hard in seclusion for a day.
This peerless divine blade had not let him down, and directly improved his combat power by one level. But because the martial arts intent was too profound, he couldn't use it flexibly, and during his practice, he accidentally chopped off the residence of the third elder, and almost caused the death of the third elder's most beloved disciple, Yu Wujie.
The Qing Shan Patriarch coughed softly and tried to console his disciples who were visibly upset at the loss "Don't worry too much about that. It's an honor for our sect to possess such a treasure blade. This incident is a minor setback, nothing to fuss about," he said in a gentle voice. However, the third elder couldn't help but curse internally.
The elder's residence, acquired through his exploitation of the sect's finances, was now in ruins under the kitchen knife. It was a devastating sight. Yu Wujie, who was also caught in the attack, had a pale and disheveled appearance. He was even embarrassed by the fact that his underpants had been torn apart by the blade's energy during the chaos.
Now, he became the laughingstock of Qing Shan Gate, and people talked about how weak he was wherever he went...