The coffin lid of our ancestor is about to burst open!
This is Chenxin's truest thought at this moment.
The later disciples figured out what the patriarch couldn't understand, and they mastered the close-combat sword technique that the patriarch couldn't master.
Given how obsessed the founder was with swordsmanship, if he were alive today, he'd probably jump out of his coffin and come out to learn it!
The battle ended quickly, just as Chen Xin had predicted.
The victor and the vanquished have completely reversed their positions.
Feeling the cold glint of the sword blade against his neck and shoulder, Chen Xin began to wonder who was the one who had just ascended.
"This... is the sword technique that Ye Feng comprehended?"
Jian Qingfeng sheathed his Qingfeng Sword, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "I have offended you greatly, and I hope my master will forgive me."
Chen Xin asked, "What is this sword technique called?"
"The move I used against you, my master, just now was one of the Nine Swords of Dugu, called the Sword-Breaking Style."
Chen Xin couldn't help but chuckle: "This kid actually included his own people in his calculations. I'm becoming more and more curious about him."
Jian Qingfeng laughed heartily and said, "That kid does have many amazing qualities. Having him is truly an opportunity that our Shushan Sword Sect has never had in ten thousand years."
...
Spring goes and autumn comes, and a new round of sect competitions has arrived.
The Shushan Sword Sect, which was shrouded in gloom in previous years, was no exception this time.
Because Ye Feng destroyed several major sects, including the Guiyi Sect, many newly established sects volunteered to participate.
However, the Shushan Sword Sect showed no enthusiasm whatsoever; in fact, no one was willing to go at all!
Didn't you see how miserable those people who were tricked into going to the secret realm are? They're still a small rank lower than their fellow disciples who entered at the same time.
This sect competition involves a secret realm, and it will take at least two months to leave. When you come back, you might find that you are already a realm lower than your fellow disciples!
If something like that really happens, then you'll have nowhere to turn to for help.
And everyone firmly believes that this will absolutely happen.
If they want to go to the sect competition, that's fine, but they must bring their junior uncle along.
Xing Zuo sighed and rubbed his throbbing temples.
He wasn't after other people's secret realms; rather, the sect competition itself was a good thing to promote the sect.
If you say I belong to a nearly invincible sect, those promising talents who haven't yet learned about the situation on the mountain won't understand at all. But if you say I'm the number one sect in this area's sect competition and the top dog here, they'll happily sign in right away.
Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xing Zuo looking so troubled.
Xing Zuo immediately retorted angrily, "You're the one who caused all this trouble, and you can still laugh?"
Ye Feng laughed and said, "I just think the way you turn around reminds me of a small animal from my hometown."
Xing Zuoyi stretched out his hand and said, "No matter what kind of animal you're talking about, you don't need to say it. Judging from your nonchalant attitude, do you have a good solution?"
Ye Feng shrugged and said, "Senior brother, I think you're obsessed with expanding the scale. Don't you even consider whether my kitchen can handle adding so many more disciples? What if we can't? Some disciples have them and some don't, won't they have something to say about that?"
Xing Zuo thought about it and felt that Ye Feng's words made sense.
"So what you mean is?"
"Just abstain. We have plenty of secret realms now, we can just pick one. As for recruiting disciples, I think they'll come when the time is right. Being carefree is the principle of us sword cultivators."
That makes sense.
Xing Zuo nodded, temporarily putting the matter aside, and asked curiously, "What are you doing here, someone who rarely sees anyone? I don't have anything good to give you. All my good stuff comes from you."
Ye Feng chuckled and leaned closer to Xing Zuo, saying, "Senior brother, since you know I like giving gifts, why ask so many questions?"
Xing Zuo's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it a delicacy that increases cultivation level or the chance of breaking through to a higher realm?"
Ye Feng shook his head, and just as Xing Zuo's eyes darkened slightly, he said, "It's a delicacy that can increase Senior Sister's chances of getting pregnant."
Blanch!
Xing Zuo's eyes widened instantly, and his bronze-colored face was unusually flushed.
"You...you...I...this..."
Perhaps the news was too shocking, because Xing Zuo's speech became somewhat incoherent.
Ye Feng chuckled but didn't say anything, instead letting Xing Zuo digest the news properly.
This was actually an accident.
Ye Feng originally planned to make a stuffed chicken dish with the leftover pork belly as a treat, but who knew it would turn out like this?
The Shushan Sword Sect currently only has one and a half pairs of lovers. The other two are still in the awkward, ambiguous stage of their relationship and are obviously not suitable. That leaves Xing Zuo and Gu Ming as the only pair available.
Xing Zuo blushed deeply and tremblingly took out the jade slip to communicate with Gu Ming.
Gu Ming didn't think much of it, but she thought it would be nice to actually have a child.
So this bowl of stuffed chicken, which could increase the chances of having a child and even potentially enhance a child's talents, ended up belonging to Gu Ming.
Gu Ming lifted the lid of the clay pot, and a rich, unique aroma of chicken soup immediately filled his nostrils.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath and exclaim, "Junior Brother's skills are truly unparalleled. Even if I eat his food every day, it always feels like the first time I've tasted it."
I picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup first.
The rich aroma of the chicken has completely infused the soup, and the flavor of the chicken mixed with the seasonings is incredibly delicious.
Then, use a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of pork tripe and chicken. The crisp and chewy pork tripe and the tender and flavorful chicken are cleverly combined, and the little bit of broth in the spoon perfectly blends the two ingredients together.
Xing Zuo watched from the side, his mouth watering, but unfortunately he could only look and not eat.
Ye Feng said that this pot of food was only for his senior sister to eat; if he ate it himself, it would not only have no effect on him, but would also weaken the effects of this dish.
Gu Ming was also aware of the situation of this pot of delicious food. She playfully filled a spoon with meat and waved it in front of Xing Zuo, just like when she was a child teasing him.
A smile gradually appeared on Xing Zuo's lips, presumably as he recalled his childhood memories.
The pot of stuffed chicken was quickly emptied. When Ye Feng was putting the pot away, he had already picked out all the excess seasonings, leaving only a whole chicken bone in the pot.
Not only were the meat and soup gone, but even the side dishes had been completely taken away.
Touching her belly, Gu Ming let out a satisfied sigh.
Just then, a tall figure appeared in front of her.
And then... (Some parts should be omitted; the remaining 300,000 words are left for you, the readers, to guess).
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