The Zhou family has a huge pig farm that specializes in raising pigs, and there is a slaughterhouse inside.

The world of martial arts is not a place where people are detached from worldly matters. Except for a few strong people, most people need to eat.

Pork is essential.

Of course, given the Zhou family’s status, they don’t need to raise pork themselves if they want to eat pork. They just need to give an order and the subordinate forces will deliver the pork, and they can get as much as they want.

This pig farm was established by the fifth elder, mainly to satisfy his grandson's shameful hobby - killing pigs!

It's embarrassing.

But he is his grandson after all, so this request must be met. What's more, it is just a matter of a word.

“Oh wow—”

“Oh wow—”

A shrill sound of slaughtering a pig was heard from the slaughterhouse. A fat man weighing more than 300 pounds easily held down a struggling big fat pig with his left hand, and then stabbed the slaughtering knife in his right hand directly into the pig's throat.

“Hurulu…”

Suddenly, a large amount of blood gushed out and flowed along the butcher knife into the large basin that had been prepared below.

"Master Zhou Xiang is mighty!"

"Master Zhou Xiang's swordsmanship is divine!"

"The butchering skills are getting better and better. I felt like the pig had a happy expression when it was stabbed."

"Yes, yes, I saw it too, at the scene."

The group of shirtless butchers around him immediately showed admiration and flattered him loudly.

"Not bad, not bad, come again!"

Fatty Zhou Xiang was obviously very happy. He swung the butcher knife with great vigor, and immediately, someone brought another pig.

In fact, each of the butchers nearby was holding a pig and waiting in line to have the pigs slaughtered.

There are also some people who are responsible for dragging the slaughtered pigs away and transporting them to various kitchens, or sending them out to be sold.

It seems that an assembly line has been formed!

The fat man Zhou Xiang was responsible for slaughtering pigs with his knife. He had to slaughter at least several thousand pigs a day.

But the strange thing is.

An average butcher would kill hundreds of pigs a year, so some murderous aura would accumulate on his body. However, he killed so many pigs every day, with his knife cutting in and out, but there was no murderous aura at all.

When he didn't hold the knife, he gave people the impression that he was the silly son of a landlord, harmless to people and animals.

“Oh wow—”

Another pig was poked in.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the moment the pig was stabbed, its eyes narrowed and it seemed to really show a look of happiness.

Then its body twitched violently, and nothing else mattered to it, and it let the blood gush out as if it were given for free.

“Great swordsmanship!”

At this time, a voice of praise sounded.

Wow!

When everyone turned around, they saw a calm young man in white slowly walking towards them. He had a composed demeanor, yet was intimidating without even getting angry.

There seemed to be an invisible halo shrouding him. When he approached, the blood flowing on the ground automatically separated to both sides, leaving a clean path.

"Greetings, sir!"

"Greetings, sir!"

Upon seeing this, the butchers knelt on the ground in fear, because they had met a real big shot.

An unfathomable big shot!

These people are just ordinary butchers, with their cultivation level at the Body Tempering Stage at most, and are among the bottom of the pile in this world.

After all, if you ask a strong person to do the killing, it would be weird, so Zhou Xiang specifically selected ordinary people.

To them, although there is no shortage of strong people in this world, those powerful people who are high up in the sky are not those they can see.

Now, with such a super powerful being appearing before their eyes, how could they not be in awe and shocked?

"You are...Senior Qin Chuan?"

Fatty Zhou Xiang was stunned for a moment, then recognized Qin Chuan.

The Zhou family is not isolated from the news. The senior members of the Zhou family have already investigated the details of Qin Chuan and his son.

After all, even the precious Fire Phoenix Nest spot was given out, how could he not know who it was given to?

It's not that ridiculous.

Qin Chuan walked over leisurely, smiling, and exclaimed: "Your moves may seem random, but they actually match the pig's heartbeat frequency and emotional burst point."

"And the knife was extremely precise, not a single ounce of error, stabbing the right spot at the right time."

"In this way, the pig's fear is perfectly blocked, and at the highest point of the pig's emotional outburst, its pain nerves are blocked, allowing it to produce an extreme sense of comfort."

"This knife made the pig experience the greatest happiness in the world at the moment of death. It was also the only happiness in its life."

"You can say that you are not killing the pig, but using death to give it new meaning and make the pig's life complete."

"This looks like killing, but it is actually creation. This... is unparalleled art!"

Qin Chuan looked at Zhou Xiang as if he had seen a priceless treasure, and the admiration in his eyes was undisguised.

"this!!!"

Zhou Xiang's body trembled and her pupils dilated instantly.

He just felt as if his heart was hit by something, and a warm current instantly flowed through his body, and then made the blood in his body boil like magma.

This is thrilling.

It's shocking.

It's touching!!

This was the first time in so many years that someone had praised him like this, and it wasn’t false exaggeration, but every word touched his heart!

This is exactly what he was doing, and it was what he thought in his heart but could not express in words.

This person...really understands him!!

"Senior, you...how did you know?"

Zhou Xiang's hand holding the butcher knife was shaking a little, and the fat on his body was rolling, showing the unrest in his heart.

At this moment, he already regarded Qin Chuan as the only confidant in his life - it was a pity that we met too late! !

“Because we are the same kind of people.”

Qin Chuan walked over with a smile and said gently: "I can feel that every time you swing the knife, there is no murderous intent, but a strong kindness, even love."

"You pity their fate. You know that they will be killed in the end. This is a fate that no one can change. So, you use your own way to make their death less painful."

“This is a great love and great compassion.”

Qin Chuan's voice was low and the expression on his face seemed a little sad, giving people a feeling of compassion.

Zhou Xiang, on the other hand, was shaking with excitement.

It is like a believer who is walking alone, burdened with misunderstanding and abuse, and suddenly meets someone who shares the same faith as him. How lucky and touching is that?

“Boom!”

Finally, he thrust the butcher knife into the table, knelt down in front of Qin Chuan, and said, "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"

At this moment, he just wanted to become a disciple.

Because he knew that the senior in front of him had the same compassion as him, was walking the same path as him, and had gone further than him!

This one is further.

It is not about cultivation, but the height of thought, and the exploration and practice of this common path.

In fact, he doesn't care about his cultivation at all. If he wants to have a powerful cultivation, then just break through... wouldn't that be it?

However, the world is confusing.

Everything is of inferior quality.

Even if the combat power was invincible, in his eyes, it was just a minor path and he simply disdained to pursue it.

His great path is to kill pigs, kill pigs, and keep killing pigs. He will not become a Buddha until the pig farm is empty!

"You don't need to become my disciple, because I have nothing to teach you. You have already found the way."

Qin Chuan said with a smile.

The fat man who had been throwing a tantrum in front of his grandfather before now looked extremely serious and determined.

He knelt on the ground and said solemnly: "There is no order of learning, the one who is more accomplished is the teacher. You have gone further than me, I respect you and am willing to call you teacher. Teacher, please accept my disciple's greetings!"