"Splash..."
Ling Feng poured the water from the wooden bucket into the tank and collapsed directly on the ground.
Blood Demon Hand carried a hoe, lazily leaned against the pillar in front of his home, grinning.
However, the news of Ling Feng going to the forge spread quickly within the valley.
Regarding the Big Iron Hammer’s encounters, he had heard from the Ghost Doctor before. (PS: See Chapter 2223 Evil Hall)
"Hahaha, miserable indeed. For over a hundred years, apart from Boss Muu, even we couldn’t get along with the eight. Ling probably won’t endure the eight’s bad temper either."
"You mean Senior Tie Chui?"
"I bet Ling Feng won’t last three days!"
If not for Duanmu Qingshan, if he became Lin Canglang’s disciple, perhaps he would also completely abandon his principles of being a good person.
Looking at the water in the tank, it was already about half full, and a slight smile appeared on Ling Feng’s face.
Soon, Ling Feng eagerly devoured the lunch prepared by the Shura Chef Saint. Not only satisfying his appetite, he felt warm all over, with his Qi Blood Power also growing.
Although it still took three trips, the water in the tank was noticeably more than yesterday. This meant that he had made progress in using Rotational Power, and the water leaking from the bottom of the bucket had decreased significantly.
"Five days, five days it is!"
"Thank you, senior!"
He almost died and came back to life, having undergone extremely bloody slaughter, finally healing his inner trauma gradually.
Ling Feng couldn’t help but lament inwardly. It seemed like his upcoming days in Evil Valley wouldn’t be so leisurely.
These few days, Ling Feng had been able to enjoy a meal of human-world delicacies at the Shura Chef Saint’s every day. After eating his cuisine, all his fatigue seemed to be alleviated significantly.
"I knew it by the residual injuries caused by the Shock Force from the eight’s style still left in your body," said the Shura Chef Saint casually.
The Shura Chef Saint patted Ling Feng’s shoulder, tossing him a good luck expression.
In the end, both results were tragic.
Xiao Xiao’er rubbed his smooth bald head, also lazily leaning against a big tree at the doorway.
After all, Evil Valley is just a palm-sized small place and these Evil People, idle all day, spread any fresh news very quickly.
Ling Feng nodded slightly, "I understand, senior."
On the way, encountering other Evil People, after they had mocked him for a few days, they seemed to get used to Ling Feng carrying the black pot, and no longer laughed at him.
"Not bad!"
Here in Evil Valley, even other Evil People couldn’t eat a meal personally cooked by the Shura Chef Saint on every occasion. Ling Feng could dine here daily, which was unparalleled in Evil Valley.
Usually, they’re very trivial things that only these idle folks would do, yet over time, it became a "tradition" within Evil Valley.
Ling Feng even worried that, after getting used to the Shura Chef Saint’s cuisine, once he left Evil Valley, anything he ate would probably taste bland.
The Shura Chef Saint walked in from outside. Seeing the water in the tank and the pile of firewood at the doorway, in just three days, Ling Feng had mastered Rotational Power and Sharp Power to a degree he had never imagined.
"Back then, Little Nanzi was beaten to a pulp and thrown out by the eight within two days, I think Ling Feng is somewhat similar."
Holding an Evil Coin means one can ask any of the Ten Great Evil People to do one thing for them.
The Shura Chef Saint patted his round belly, said nothing more, and just chuckled, "Come, I have prepared lunch for you!"
"Full?"
"I bet five days!"
"I think Brother Ling is really miserable this time!"
Elizabeth chuckled.
Blood Demon Hand casually threw out a silver coin. This coin wasn’t ordinary money but "Evil Coin," commonly used within Evil Valley.
Compared to Big Iron Hammer, he was indeed lucky.
Speaking of being deceived by women, it’s quite similar to his own experience. Big Iron Hammer, born into a Forging Family, was a genius Forging Master but was misunderstood by a woman. While before stepping into Martial Arts, he also naively thought he had met a girl he could spend his life with.
A rough voice echoed, also coming from Feng Wulang.
After Ling Feng put down his bowl and chopsticks, the Shura Chef Saint then stared at him slowly and said, "The eight went looking for you, didn’t he?"
The Shura Chef Saint was indeed thoughtful.
"I think he should endure more than five days!"
Ling Feng raised his hand to touch his nose, no wonder after eating the lunch prepared by the Shura Chef Saint, the oppressive feeling in his chest had dissipated significantly. It seemed that this lunch was actually medicinal cuisine.
It’s no wonder, after all, the Shura Chef Saint wasn’t an ordinary cook. Most of the delicacies he crafted used Demon beast as the main ingredient, naturally having effects comparable to high-level elixirs, and are extremely delicious!
After lunch, Ling Feng took a short rest, then carried the big black pot and ran toward the direction of the forge.
Ling Feng nodded, "Yes, Senior Tie Chui indeed came by this morning. How did you know, senior?"
The Shura Chef Saint shook his head and sighed, "That guy, the eight, is reclusive by nature. You should follow his lead more, otherwise you might suffer."
"I see..."
One is himself, one is the child puppet in his left hand, and the other is the ruffian puppet in his right hand.
"I’m just afraid you have too hard of a spine to go against him. The eight might not kill you, but once he makes a move, he doesn’t hold back."
These Evil People idle around so often, they frequently gamble for entertainment.
The Shura Chef Saint chuckled, procured a piece of yellowing silk cloth from somewhere, threw it on the ground, and shouted, "Come, come, place your bets!"
Because of a similar encounter, although Big Iron Hammer’s coming out is somewhat extreme, Ling Feng can somewhat understand.
And it was Duanmu Qingshan who gave him his first warmth besides his Grandpa Ling Kun, preventing him from going astray.
Ling Feng took a deep breath, looked up at the Shura Chef Saint, and smiled bitterly, "Unfortunately, I am still far from completing predecessor’s task."
The Martial Arts World has always been so cruel.
Due to that incident, Big Iron Hammer’s personality twisted, becoming brutal, even becoming a public enemy in the Martial Arts World. While he, during his most isolated time, met Duanmu Qingshan.
This Feng Wulang, as his name implies, is truly a "madman," often fantasizing about communicating with his puppets. Eventually, he developed three personalities.
They’re generally not short of money or cultivation resources, hence the invention of "Evil Coin."
Feng Wulang fiddled with a puppet, was about to throw out an Evil Coin, but shook his head, raised a puppet, and said in a childish voice, "But I think it’s three days."
Hence, he behaves erratically all day, other Evil People have long gotten used to it.

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