Chapter 74

Could it be that the Demon-Falling Sword is not good enough?

It shouldn't be!

Lin Mufeng looked at the Demon-Falling Sword, then at the piece of firewood.

Sigh—

His pupils suddenly constricted, almost making him jump up from the ground.

Spirit... Spirit Wood?!

He hurriedly picked up the firewood and examined it closely, his eyes almost touching it.

It's Spirit Wood, really Spirit Wood!

What did I just do? I actually chopped Spirit Wood with one strike!

This is Spirit Wood, a high-end material used to refine top-tier defensive magical treasures, a treasure that is highly sought after but hard to come by!

No wonder I needed the Demon-Falling Sword to chop firewood.

And, Li Gongzi actually uses Spirit Wood to make a fire?

This, this...

Is this the world of the greats?

He couldn't help but secretly look in the direction of the fire.

At this moment, Lin Qingyun was helping to make the fire, looking very dedicated. He would occasionally add wood to the fire and then puff his cheeks to blow on it.

That flame...

It's clearly the flame from the Dragon Fire Pearl!

Scary, terrifying!

He couldn't help but shiver, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

I won't be the Pavilion Master of Lingyun Immortal Pavilion anymore; I want to come here and be a firewood cutter!

Unfortunately, the greats probably won't look at me.

Sigh, sad.

He took a deep breath, straightened his mindset, and faced the firewood in front of him, determined to be a qualified firewood cutter.

He raised the Demon-Falling Sword, his eyes slightly focused, and channeled the spiritual energy in his body into the Demon-Falling Sword.

Swish!

Snap!

The wood was cut in two!

At the same time, a huge counterforce came from the Demon-Falling Sword, making him groan and his hand tremble.

Lin Mufeng couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "They say Spirit Wood has the characteristic of counter-attack, and it's true!"

He didn't dare to delay, straightened the firewood, and raised the Demon-Falling Sword again, chopping down.

Snap!

Another piece of wood was cut in two.

However, the same counterforce came again, making his hand start to feel numb.

Even cultivators would be injured by chopping wood like this!

Lin Mufeng's eyes focused, and he had a sudden realization.

I get it!

The greats are clearly testing me!

My daughter was so impolite just now, surely offending the greats, so the greats made me chop wood to teach me a lesson!

Realizing this, he felt no unease but instead took a long breath of relief.

Since the greats have given me a lesson, their dissatisfaction must have eased somewhat, which is a good thing!

I must chop wood well and strive to make the greats satisfied!

He dared not rest and continued to raise the Demon-Falling Sword, chopping down.

Snap!

Snap!

One piece of Spirit Wood after another was cut in two, and Lin Mufeng's face began to show fine beads of sweat.

Although he was self-flagellating, his heart felt increasingly at ease. The greats will surely calm down when they see my sincerity.

Gradually, his hands began to tremble, and his spiritual energy was almost completely drained, more exhausted than after a major battle.

Besides physical fatigue, his heart was also trembling.

These are all Spirit Wood. I have the honor to chop Spirit Wood piece by piece, something I never dared to dream of before!

It's like a dream.

Who will dare to compete with me in wealth in the future? I am a man who has chopped Spirit Wood!

Li Nianfan was nearby and, seeing Lin Mufeng's pale face and sweating body, couldn't help but be slightly startled.

What's going on? Just chopping wood, is it that serious?

Could this old man have some hidden injuries from past battles?

Li Nianfan quickly said, "Old Lin, that's enough. Come over, no need to chop anymore."

"Ah, okay." Lin Mufeng was immediately delighted, thinking Li Gongzi's anger had subsided.

At this moment, his hand holding the Demon-Falling Sword was already red, with the skin at the base of his thumb slightly split, and his spiritual energy was severely shaken, causing him considerable injury.

He walked to the table as if nothing had happened and immediately smelled a rich aroma wafting from the pot.

"Swallow."

The aroma just entered his nose, and Lin Mufeng couldn't help but swallow, his mouth quickly secreting saliva.

So fragrant!

How delicious must it be to eat something with such a fragrant smell?

Since becoming a cultivator, he had never felt such a strong desire for food.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on the sand pot.

The sand pot was covered with a lid, leaving only a small hole, from which white smoke was steadily rising, the steam pushing up the lid, making a slight sound.

The fire below was burning fiercely, and the Spirit Wood was turning into charcoal.

Seeing such a luxurious scene, Lin Mufeng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Lin Qingyun was squatting beside the pot, her beautiful eyes fixed on it, her mouth continuously producing saliva, occasionally pulling back her neck to swallow.

Saliva would unconsciously overflow from the corners of her mouth.

Although Daji often ate delicious food, her beautiful eyes were also fixed on the pot, showing an expectant look.

After a while, the mist coming from the pot clearly increased, and the lid began to make a "popping" sound.

"Almost done." Li Nianfan smiled slightly and lifted the lid.

Immediately, a dense white smoke rose from the pot, obscuring the sand pot, making it hard to see clearly.

Following that, the most enticing aroma wafted out.

The rich aroma drifted into the nostrils and slid into the mouth, as if turning into a tangible substance, teasing the taste buds, instantly making one's appetite soar.

"Slurp!"

Daji and the others couldn't help but suck in the saliva at the corners of their mouths, their eyes fixed on the pot.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the golden-colored broth gradually appeared before everyone's eyes. Upon closer inspection, it was a layer of oil floating on the white broth.

The sand pot continued to emit heat, keeping the broth boiling, with "bubbles" continuously pushing up the entire large bird, making it move up and down in an orderly manner.

Lin Qingyun's saliva could no longer be held back, starting to flow down the corners of her mouth. If it weren't for the last bit of rationality, she would have pounced.

Lin Mufeng wasn't much better, his Adam's apple constantly rolling, using the greatest rationality to restrain himself.

At the same time, he curiously examined everything in the pot, wondering what could be so fragrant.

He knew that the water in the broth was all spiritual water.

On the surface of the broth, there were some mushrooms and a small amount of green onions, and some special flowers and herbs.

Hmm? They seem familiar.

These are... spirit herbs and immortal grass?!

Lin Mufeng's pupils suddenly constricted, staring at the flowers and herbs, his mind instantly shaken.

His brain exploded with a new piece of knowledge.

Spirit herbs and immortal grass can actually be used to make soup?!

It seems that Li Gongzi grows these spirit herbs and immortal grass not just for decoration but also for cooking!

Indeed, although these spirit herbs and immortal grass are precious in the cultivation world, in Li Gongzi's eyes, they are probably no different from ordinary flowers and grass.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he looked at the most important ingredient in the pot—the large bird!

It was clear that this bird was quite large, with its eyes closed in peace, the meat already completely cooked.

The most eye-catching was the bird's beak, the tip of which was silver.

My goodness!

Silver Moon Demon Emperor?!