As old man Wu smiled and waited for Yi Feng's surprise, Yi Feng put down the rake in his hand instead.
"Your rake does have some problems," Yi Feng shook his head and continued, "and it's not very useful either."
Although the rake wasn't too damaged, some parts of it were already rusty, and the shape was too ugly. Yi Feng couldn't imagine how difficult it would be for old man Wu to use it to rake the soil.
"What?"
Yi Feng's lack of shock was unexpected, and he even degraded the sacred rake in his hands. Old man Wu immediately became enraged and stood up. If he wasn't still unsure of Yi Feng's cultivation level, he would have already fought him. His pride, the almost holy item, was being profaned by Yi Feng, which was unbearable.
Upon seeing the anger on old man Wu's face, Yi Feng was initially confused but he quickly realized the reason behind it. Despite being in the world of cultivation, most people still lived as ordinary farmers, relying on farming for their livelihood.
For old Wu, this rake was his livelihood. If there was a problem, it was natural for him to be worried.
"Don't be upset," Yi Feng reassured him.
Despite Yi Feng's understanding, old man Wu's anger didn't seem to be subsiding, as he still had a red face and was glaring at Yi Feng with clear animosity.
"Wait for me a moment."
Yi Feng got up and walked into the inner room.
"Good, since you look down on my Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake so much, I want to see if you can take out something that can compare to it!" Old man Wu muttered to himself as he saw Yi Feng walk into the room.
After a moment, Yi Feng walked out of the room again and said, "Your rake is too old, just throw it away."
Yi Feng's words instantly made old man Wu's anger boil over and he rushed towards him.
It was one thing to degrade his Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake, but saying it was too old and needed to be thrown away was a mockery.
A naked insult!
It was unbearable, and he stood up and was about to attack Yi Feng.
But the next moment, he froze.
He stared at Yi Feng's hand in shock, where a brand new rake was now held.
As if he was afraid he was mistaken, he rubbed his eyes and looked again. Once he saw it clearly, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"This, this is..."
For a moment, he was speechless and trembling all over.
He couldn't express his shock in words because the rake in Yi Feng's hand was a genuine holy item.
"And it's a brand new, flawless Holy Artifact Divine Rake!"
"Phew!"
After a long time, Old Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yi Feng with deeper eyes.
No wonder this person belittled and mocked his Seven-Toothed Holy Rake, it turns out that he had a true Holy Artifact in his hand. While feeling frustrated, Old Wu couldn't summon any anger toward Yi Feng.
Although his Seven-Toothed Divine Rake was indeed precious, it was hardly worth mentioning compared to a genuine Holy Artifact.
"Who are you?"
Old Wu frowned and stared at Yi Feng, asking each word carefully.
"Who am I?"
Yi Feng rolled his eyes, suspecting that the old man was showing symptoms of chuunibyou again.
Old Wu nodded, "Yes!"
Someone who casually took out a Flame Bead and a Holy Artifact was not an ordinary person, so who else could he be?
He slumped dejectedly onto the chair.
Although he had never been able to comprehend Yi Feng's cultivation, he had always believed that they were on the same level, which ignited his competitive spirit.
Therefore, his obsession made him want to compare with Yi Feng.
But the result was not what he had hoped for.
He finally realized that he couldn't see through Yi Feng's cultivation not because Yi Feng had practiced some unknown technique, but because he was genuinely strong enough to be incomprehensible.
He no longer had any desire to compete.
On the contrary, he looked at Yi Feng with a little fear and respect.
After all, in this world, the strong were respected.
Seeing Old Wu in a daze, Yi Feng couldn't help but shout, "Hey, old man, what are you staring at?"
Hearing this, Old Wu's face turned ugly, and with a look of embarrassment on his face, he could only smile awkwardly at Yi Feng.
"Fine, take it and keep it safe."
Yi Feng handed over the rake.
At first, Old Wu didn't react, but when he did, his brain felt like it had been struck by lightning. He stood up suddenly, staring at Yi Feng in disbelief.
"What?"
"You want to give it to me?"