Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 2207: Chapter 2208: The Reclusive Person! (Second Update)
Inside the Bamboo House.
Ling Feng contemplated deeply for a long time before finally coming up with a plan, which could be executed after the Ghost Doctor concocted the forbidden-breaking pill.
After figuring it out, Ling Feng stretched and let out a yawn, his brain having been in a state of high speed operation for a long time, making him feel incredibly fatigued.
Moreover, having gone to the back mountain early in the morning to chop wood and fetch water, carrying a heavy black pot all the way, he was both mentally and physically exhausted.
But now was far from the time to rest.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, stood up straight, and leapt outside the Bamboo House to the courtyard, beginning to practice the "Farmer’s Three Punches" imparted by the Blood Demon Hand.
In addition, recalling the "Shura Heavenly Cut" performed by the Shura Chef Saint.
Because the Emperor’s Eye couldn’t perform it, Ling Feng couldn’t directly replicate this move, but his astounding comprehension allowed him to fully memorize all the details of the Shura Heavenly Cut.
Of course, the technique itself wasn’t the most important.
The true essence of it was the sharp power that emanates when using strength.
Thinking, Ling Feng directly tossed the long sword he was holding aside, picked up a slender branch from the ground, using the branch in place of the long sword.
Sword artifacts inherently carry sharpness.
Swordmen mostly utilize the sharpness of the sword; the higher the rank of the sword artifact, the more sharpness it possesses.
For a long time, Ling Feng had also only been borrowing the sword’s sharpness to exert its power.
But the Shura Chef Saint’s Shura Heavenly Cut converts one’s own strength into sharpness, and thus even with a mere broken axe it could instantly cleave through numerous bamboo reinforced with tenacity runes.
Thus, Ling Feng wanted to use a blunt object to hone his own sharp power.
This process, clearly, wasn’t easy, and Ling Feng had already felt this while chopping wood daily in the back mountain.
Even with his level of comprehension, along with diligent effort, the progress wasn’t very fast.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Ling Feng swung the branch in his hand, immersing his entire mind into the sword move performed by the Shura Chef Saint that day, contemplating the sharp power of strength.
Gradually, the branch in Ling Feng’s hand seemed to transform into a treasure sword as sharp as cutting through iron like mud, and Sword Qi burst forth, directly cutting down a large tree embraced by several people.
In the distance, atop a small hill, stood three figures side by side.
The one in the center was a rugged and unrestrained middle-aged man, standing with hands behind his back, eyes slightly narrowed, reflecting a young man practicing sword in his eyes.
At his side, on the left was a burly, rotund man looking like a butcher, with a kitchen knife at his waist, precisely the Shura Chef Saint.
The other side, a muscular man of somewhat shorter stature, with a constantly somber gaze.
On his back, he carried a massive hammer taller than himself, looking quite bizarre.
This was the eighth rank among the Ten Great Evil People, known as Big Iron Hammer.
The other Evil People had nicknames, except Big Iron Hammer, who never mentioned his own name, so others either called him Old Tie, the Eight, or directly by his nickname, Big Iron Hammer.
"Big Brother, this kid truly is a piece of Rough Jade with potential!"
The Shura Chef Saint Bo Niu said with a grin, "In merely a day, he could comprehend the transformation of power attributes, which is far beyond what I achieved back then!"
"This was also thanks to the Blood Demon Hand directly imparting him memory and insight first, thus allowing him to grasp one principle and understand a hundred."
The Muu God Monarch’s face was calm, pausing for a moment before continuing, "However, his comprehension does indeed exceed that of Chaonan a lot."
"Hehe!"
The Shura Chef Saint grinned widely, "The kid now uses a branch instead of a sword artifact; when he executes moves, it vaguely resembles my Shura Heavenly Cut, but isn’t restrained to it, showing his unique style. What a waste not to wield a kitchen knife with those deft hands!"
"Using a kitchen knife would be a waste!"
The Muu God Monarch rolled his eyes at the Shura Chef Saint. "The Third, just stop obsessing over this. I reckon this kid might not even be willing to acknowledge me as a master!"
"Then why are you having us old folks guide him openly and secretly? Isn’t it too much of a loss?"
The Shura Chef Saint was somewhat curious, the Muu God Monarch never engaged in losing enterprises.
"Promising talent is hard to come by, let alone..."
The Muu God Monarch took a deep breath, a silhouette emerged in his mind, his fists tightened unconsciously.
Hundreds of years ago, when he hadn’t yet grown up fully, he once had a chance encounter.
That proud silhouette, solitary in the world, though it was only a few days of interaction, left an indelible mark on the Muu God Monarch’s life.
And in Ling Feng, he vaguely sensed a similar aura.
So, the Muu God Monarch showed great care for Ling Feng.
If not for that encounter, perhaps there wouldn’t be today’s Muu God Monarch.
After a while, the Muu God Monarch returned to his senses, glancing at the burly man with the big iron hammer beside him, said solemnly, "Old Eight, it seems I’ll need to inconvenience you for a while."
"Big Brother, speak freely."
Big Iron Hammer’s voice was low yet firm.
As long as it was the Muu God Monarch’s word, even if it meant going through fire and water, he would never frown.
Beneath his aloof and indifferent exterior, lay an almost excessive stubbornness. As long as it’s something he believes in, someone he acknowledges, he would never change in this lifetime.
The Muu God Monarch is the one who granted him a second life, he can disregard everything, care for no one, but to the Muu God Monarch’s words, he treats them as divine commands.
"A hundred years have passed, Old Eight, yet you still haven’t let go! Alas!"
The Muu God Monarch shook his head, the other Evil People had somewhat changed, and could interact harmoniously, but Big Iron Hammer was different, he merely sealed his heart away, indifference or kindness, he seemed to have completely lost interest in this world.
This certainly wasn’t his intention when he brought Big Iron Hammer back.
"Never mind!"
The Muu God Monarch took a deep breath, although he hadn’t changed Big Iron Hammer’s inner heart, at least he had kept him from killing anyone for a hundred years, staying true to the original intention behind establishing Evil Valley.
"I called you out this time, hoping you could keep this kid by your side and teach him for a while, he’s passed the tests of the Blood Demon Hand and the Third, it’s your turn for the next test."
Big Iron Hammer nodded without expression, "I will find him early tomorrow morning."
With that, Big Iron Hammer turned and left, from beginning to end, showing no excess expression, saying no extra words.
"Old Eight is really stinkier and tougher than a rock in a latrine!"
The Shura Chef Saint shook his head, "A hundred years, even a rock should have warmed up a bit!"
Even someone like him, who once killed countless, even eating people, over the years, his ferocity had dissipated a lot, yet Big Iron Hammer remained cold and withdrawn, seeming particularly unsocial in Evil Valley.
"Hopefully that kid can change him too."
The Muu God Monarch sighed lightly, letting Big Iron Hammer and Ling interact was not only a trial for Ling Feng but also for Big Iron Hammer.
At least, the Ghost Doctor and the Blood Demon Hand, even the Shura Chef Saint, seemed somewhat changed because of Ling Feng.
Perhaps, there truly is some extraordinary magic power within this young man.

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