If outsiders were present, they might be astonished to see two martial saints, renowned throughout the continent, doing ordinary work, such as skewering food.
Even though they were both martial arts masters, their techniques were still quite clumsy at first. But they were martial arts experts after all, with a strong ability to learn. Before long, their movements became more skillful.
"Don't feel ashamed to do this kind of thing," Li Daoyi said slowly as he moved the grill nearby.
“Senior, we dare not have such thoughts,” said the Sword Saint.
"Your Sword God Sect primarily cultivates the Dao of the Sword?" Li Daoyi asked.
“Yes,” the Sword Saint replied.
"The way of the sword is ruthless, slaughtering the world; the way of the sword is compassionate, caring for all living beings. Whether it is compassionate or ruthless depends on one's heart."
"Your sword intent is powerful, but its sharpness is too obvious. Your sword energy is vast and complex. You need to learn to focus. More sword intent is not necessarily better. That requires extremely high talent and opportunity. Otherwise, no matter how much sword intent you have, it will be useless. It is better to concentrate on practicing one type to the extreme." Li Daoyi glanced at the Sword Martial Saint and said.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior," the Sword Saint said hastily. He was inwardly shocked. He had indeed mastered much sword intent, but his swordsmanship had stagnated for nearly a century. It seemed it was time to make a choice.
At this moment, Xuan Yue understood that the other party was instructing the Sword Martial Saint, so she raised her head and looked at Li Daoyi with longing.
"Women are like water. Water is the most loving, inclusive, penetrating, and approachable. However, water can also be overwhelming and destroy everything. Even the highest mountains can be submerged by water, and even the hardest rocks can be worn away by water droplets."
"The same applies to martial arts. If one is rigid without flexibility, one will be stubborn and self-willed, as fragile as a broken branch; if one is flexible without rigidity, one will be servile and subservient, as lowly as an ant; if one combines rigidity and flexibility, kindness and severity, one will be as firm as a rock, and the path of martial arts will naturally be achieved." Li Daoyi said this while looking at Xuan Yue.
Everyone nodded involuntarily upon hearing this, and they all remembered what Li Daoyi had just said.
Night gradually fell, and lanterns were already hung all around the garden, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.
"Come on, come on, don't be shy, try my cooking." The table was already full of skewers, and Li Daoyi called out to everyone.
"Waaah, I want more!" Mengmeng was the first to reach out and grab a skewer of grilled meat. The little guy had already eaten ten pairs of chicken wings.
"Whatever, let's grill as we eat," Li Daoyi said with a smile.
At this moment, he was no different from the street vendor, a stark contrast to his god-like image during the day. For a moment, the group felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.
However, everyone was soon drawn to the grilled skewers, and even the two martial saints, who usually had little appetite, couldn't help but be impressed.
"Heave-ho..."
Suddenly, Mengmeng reached into her small bag, rummaging through it.
"Auntie Mengmeng, what are you doing?" Zhuzhu asked curiously.
"Ta-da..."
Then, Mengmeng's little hand appeared, proudly holding up a jar.
"Pfft..." Li Daoyi, who had just taken a sip of tea, couldn't help but spit it out when he saw what Mengmeng was holding.
“Cola…” Li Daoyi exclaimed in surprise.
"Hehe, the lockdown was just lifted today!" Mengmeng said with a grin.
After saying that, he tossed the jar to Li Daoyi.
“It’s really cola…” Li Daoyi looked at the can from left to right.
"Damn, it even has a production date," Li Daoyi muttered.
Immediately afterwards, Mengmeng kept taking out Cokes from her bag, and the table was instantly piled up like a small mountain.
“It’s really delicious!” Mengmeng said.
Then he picked up the Coke bottle and popped it open.
"Thump thump thump..."
"belch……"
"Hehehe, this tastes so good."
Soon everyone followed Mengmeng's example and started drinking it. The sweet and strange taste was indeed very unique, especially after eating barbecue skewers. It felt amazing.
"Wow, it tastes great!" Zhu Zhu exclaimed excitedly.
“You silly child, your bag is full of strange and unusual things,” Dongfang Bubai sighed.
At that moment, Li Daoyi was deep in thought, holding the soda can.
"These are modern things, how come this child has them? The lollipops from before were the same. It's really strange," Li Dao thought to himself.
He then looked at Mengmeng, and the little girl's carefree attitude was something he couldn't understand.
"Eeya?" Sensing Li Daoyi's gaze, Mengmeng looked over, her eyes full of questions.
"It's delicious!" Mengmeng said, holding up the can.
"Ah...it's really delicious, I haven't had it in ages," Li Daoyi said, snapping out of his reverie. Then he thought, whatever she did, it's not a bad thing.
"Thump thump thump..."
"belch…"
"Haha, that's the feeling! Mengmeng, how much do you have left?" Li Daoyi asked happily.
Mengmeng thought for a moment, then held up one finger.
"Only a hundred cans?" Li Daoyi said with some disappointment as he looked at the Coca-Cola on the table.
"No, one hundred million cans," Mengmeng said, shaking her little head.
"What?" Everyone, including Li Daoyi, was stunned for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, everyone looked at the bag on Mengmeng's body.
"Hehehe, don't you dare grab it! I'll take it after I finish drinking." Mengmeng, who had misunderstood that everyone was trying to steal her bag, quickly covered it and said.
The barbecue lasted until midnight, and all the food for hundreds of people was eaten. Martial arts practitioners naturally have large appetites, not to mention the bottomless pit that is Mengmeng.
"Senior." The Sword Saint, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but speak.
"What is it?"
"Are you the God of War?" the Sword Saint asked.
The others also looked at Li Daoyi.
Li Daoyi was comfortably reclining in a chair, with Xiaolongnu standing obediently behind him, massaging his shoulders.
"Martial God? I'm not." Li Daoyi shook his head.
The hope that had been burning in the eyes of Sword Saint and Xuan Yue was instantly extinguished, and their eyes dimmed.
“Master, the Supreme One is much stronger than the Martial God,” Lin Linglong said hurriedly.
A light rekindled in their eyes.
"Are you familiar with the human sword god from thousands of years ago?" Li Daoyi asked in return.
“That was a senior from my Sword God Sect,” said the Sword Martial Saint.
"My name, Sword Saint, was also inspired by him," Sword Saint explained somewhat awkwardly.
"The Sword God, also known as the Sword God, is revered not only by humans but also by all races. He can be said to have ended the era of bloodshed among the races, bringing them into a period of peace that lasted for thousands of years," Xuan Yue said.
"The Bloody Era?" Li Daoyi sat up straight and asked.
"Yes, thousands of years ago, the Hundred Races Continent was a hundred times more chaotic than it is now. Senior, don't be fooled by the Winged Humans' aggressive demeanor now. Compared to the era thousands of years ago, they are relatively mild. In that era, the Hundred Races fought each other, and wars raged endlessly. Our human race was in the most miserable situation at that time."
"Until one person emerged out of nowhere, the sect leader of my Sword God Sect in that era. He successfully broke through the shackles and reached the Martial God realm, single-handedly saving humanity from peril, fighting five hundred Martial Saints alone, and forcing all races to sign a pact," the Sword Martial Saint said, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Hmm...it's not bad, but the scope is a bit small," Li Daoyi nodded and said.
“Uh… perspective…” Sword Saint looked at Li Daoyi with confusion.
“Contracts are the most unreliable thing. You saw it today. These days, the Winged People don’t care about contracts anymore,” Li Daoyi said, shaking his head.
Sword Saint fell silent. Indeed, the Hundred Races Pact was becoming less and less effective, and many alien races had experienced countless conflicts of varying sizes over the years.
“If it were me, I would first slaughter through all the tribes from beginning to end, until they were terrified and fear and awe were deeply ingrained in their blood. That would be more appropriate,” Li Daoyi said.
Upon hearing this, the group couldn't help but shudder, as if they were seeing an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"And then what? The lifespan of a Martial God should far exceed yours, right? What happened to him?" Li Daoyi continued to ask.
Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint calmed himself down and said...
"Several hundred years later, one day the Sword God summoned the human race's experts and told them that he was leaving the Hundred Races Continent to go to the Endless Star Sea."
"An endless sea of stars?"
"Yes, the sea beyond the Hundred Races Continent is endless. Legend has it that the other side of the sea is the end of the gods. But no one has ever reached it. As long as you go deep into the sea for thousands of miles, you will fall into chaos and eventually get lost without knowing why."
"So he went?" Li Daoyi asked.
"Yes, many powerful figures at the time witnessed it firsthand, and it is also recorded among the Hundred Races. Senior Sword God flew into the Endless Sea of Stars on his sword and has never appeared since," Sword Martial Saint nodded and said.
"Interesting, indeed a remarkable person," Li Daoyi said with certainty, his eyes filled with admiration. Although this was the first time he had heard of this man's legend, he understood that this was a true martial artist, a pure martial artist. Faced with the unknown, the man still had the courage to pursue it; such courage was not something just anyone could possess.
The news of the death of Yi Bailie, the Great Elder of the Winged Humans, in the Human City of Zhuxing quickly spread, shocking all the races. For so many years, nearly a thousand years, no Martial Saint had fallen. After all, they were Martial Saints, and even if they were weak, they would have their own secret methods to escape. Moreover, the Winged Humans were known for their speed. All the races began to inquire about what had happened.
The winged people were particularly shocked, and the winged king immediately summoned the eldest prince and the other three elders.
The Heavenly Feather Palace, the royal palace of the Winged Humans, was filled with an incredibly oppressive atmosphere.
A young man was kneeling on one knee in the main hall. There were four seats on his left and right sides, three of which were occupied and one was empty. On the throne at the top of the hall, the Winged King was glaring angrily at the eldest prince kneeling below. A powerful aura pressed down on the eldest prince, causing him to collapse to the ground.
“Your Majesty, please calm down. This matter cannot be entirely blamed on the eldest prince,” an elder quickly stood up and said.
"Hmph..." The Winged King on the throne snorted coldly and then withdrew his aura.
"Thank you, Father." The eldest prince struggled to his feet, a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
“I’ve been too lenient with you all these years,” the Winged King said, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"The three of you, what are your thoughts on this matter?" The Winged King then looked at the other three elders.
“Your Majesty, we do not yet know the details of this matter, but there are many people in the world who want to kill the Grand Elder. However, it would require at least three to five Martial Saints to work together and to strike unexpectedly, otherwise it would be impossible to succeed. I suspect that the human race may have joined forces with other races?” said the elder who had spoken up for the eldest prince earlier.
"Unite with other races?" The Winged King frowned upon hearing this.
"This matter arose because of you, Yi Feiyu. I'll give you half a month to investigate thoroughly, or don't blame me for being ruthless. I will consider replacing you with the title of Crown Prince," the Winged King said coldly to the eldest prince.
"Yes, Father," Yi Feiyu quickly whispered.
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