Back of Evil Valley.
It was early morning, the mountain forest was shrouded in mist, the cool mountain breeze mixed with dew gave a very cool and comfortable feeling.
But at this moment, in a bamboo grove, there was a shirtless young man with his shirt wrapped around his waist, wielding a rusty axe, diligently chopping trees.
The axe was severely rusted, almost impossible to sharpen, Ling Feng knew that the test given by the Shura Chef Saint was to chop wood with this rusty axe.
And the black bamboo he mentioned was not only hard, but more crucially, the surface of the bamboo was covered with runes that Ling Feng did not understand. These runes flowed with light, making the already iron-hard bamboo even more resilient.
Ling Feng had to use that rusty axe to chop the bamboo branch in one stroke, otherwise, no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn’t be able to leave a single mark on the branch.
This was undoubtedly a very difficult test.
Not to mention, Ling Feng also had a heavy black pot on his back.
When Ling Feng gathered all his strength into his arms, he would occasionally lose his balance and fall to the ground.
Basically, Ling Feng would fall once for every dozen swings, the black pot was so heavy that Ling Feng had to divide his attention, bearing the weight of the pot while trying to summon the greatest force possible to chop the bamboo branch.
After an hour, the amount of bamboo Ling Feng had gathered was only a dozen pieces.
But the Shura Chef Saint’s goal for him was to fill the entire woodshed.
The gap was so large...
"Hoo..."
Ling Feng gasped for breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Although he had initially mastered the explosive power technique taught by the Blood Demon Hand, chopping trees seemed to be a different matter.
A moment of explosion pursued the ultimate destructive power.
While chopping trees required a kind of sharp power.
Using a blunt axe to simultaneously cleave the bamboo branch in two with force.
His strength had no lack of destructive power, but lacked that kind of sharp power.
The sun gradually hung high, Ling Feng grew increasingly anxious, looking at the state of things by noon, let alone drawing water, he feared he couldn’t even complete the task of chopping wood.
Thinking to himself, being an Emperor Realm expert, he could even defeat basic-level Saint experts with one punch, but unexpectedly, he couldn’t even complete basic kitchen work!
Chop wood...
Draw water...
Ling Feng never thought that these two tasks would be so difficult.
Divide attention into two uses, control strength, sharp attribute...
Ling Feng continuously reflected and reflected, gradually gaining some insights, but practically applying them remained quite challenging.
"Brother Ling!"
A voice came from behind, it was Chu Chaonan. The guy saw Ling Feng struggling with chopping wood carrying the black pot and, surprisingly, didn’t laugh at him.
"Here, have some water first!"
Seeing Ling Feng drenched in sweat, Chu Chaonan handed Ling Feng a bamboo tube containing clear, sweet creek water.
"Thanks!"
Ling Feng tossed the axe aside, took the bamboo tube, and drank heartily. The cool creek water went down his throat, finally reviving him.
"Not feeling well, huh!"
Chu Chaonan looked at Ling Feng with eyes that seemed to say "I understand you."
Thinking about it, Chu Chaonan must have experienced a similar situation.
"It’s definitely torture!"
Ling Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, looked at the few scattered bamboo branches on the ground, "Looks like I can’t complete today’s task again."
"I went through the same thing at first, but back then I was younger and didn’t carry such a heavy black pot as you. Also..."
Chu Chaonan pointed at the bamboo branches, "The bamboos I chopped at the time didn’t have these Tenacity Runes."
Ling Feng slapped his forehead, realizing that what he was going through was a strengthened version of Chu Chaonan’s experience.
"However, you’ve already done well. It took me several months before I chopped my first bamboo!"
Chu Chaonan gave Ling Feng a thumbs up.
Ling Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, realizing that the Shura Chef Saint’s task of filling a woodshed with bamboo by noon was almost impossible to complete.
"By the way, although I didn’t complete Uncle Cooking Saint’s test in the end, I still learned a few things."
Chu Chaonan scratched the back of his head, "Uncle Cooking Saint had you carry this black pot to teach you about dividing attention into two uses, and also when chopping this bamboo, you need to make your strength more sharp."
As he spoke, Chu Chaonan made a slashing gesture, a gust of wind blew, faintly carrying a sense of sharp power.
Ling Feng squinted his eyes, Chu Chaonan’s words aligned with the insights he’d gained over the past few hours, but Chu Chaonan clearly had more methods and techniques than he did.
This was what Chu Chaonan had spent years figuring out?
Ling Feng took a deep breath, "Thank you, Brother Chu, I’ll continue now!"
"Alright, I better slip away first. If the old man finds out I’m giving you extra tips, he’d punish me again!"
Chu Chaonan said and quickly left the back mountain.
Ling Feng shook his head with a smile, focusing on the way he swung the axe, the change of strength, the sharpness of strength...
Through repeated chopping, Ling Feng gradually gained some insights.
By the last hour, Ling Feng’s chopping speed had obviously doubled.
However, it was still not enough to complete the task.
When the red sun hung high, the Shura Chef Saint finally appeared, looking at the pile of bamboo behind Ling Feng, about half as tall as a person, his eyes surprisingly showed a hint of surprise.
Even though he had asked Ling Feng to fill an entire woodshed, he knew it was an impossible task.
But in just one morning, Ling Feng chopping so much bamboo was still unexpected.
"Hmm hmm!"
The Shura Chef Saint lightly coughed, causing Ling Feng to whip around. Seeing the Shura Chef Saint, he quickly put away the axe, showing a hint of guilt on his face, "Sorry senior, I... I didn’t complete the task again."
"For the first time chopping wood with a Xuan Iron Pot on your back, being able to chop this much bamboo seems you’ve already initially mastered the technique of dividing attention into two uses."
The Shura Chef Saint casually picked up a bamboo piece, noting the smooth cut and the faintly emitting sharp energy at the break, nodding in approval, "Not bad, you actually comprehended the changes in strength on your own, seems like what you learned from the Blood Demon Hand, you’ve understood and integrated well."
"Thanks to senior’s demonstration last night, I understood that the essence of strength can indeed change into various attributes. For example, the rotating force that prevents water in a bucket from settling, so it won’t leak out from the hole at the bottom."
Ling Feng blinked, slowly saying, "So I guessed, perhaps chopping trees could also use similar strength, allowing the bamboo to break with one blow."
"Your comprehension is truly monstrous!"
The Shura Chef Saint patted his round belly, showing an approving smile and said with a grin, "Young man, you are quite something, come learn cooking with me!"

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