I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Maybe the Fallen Demon Sword was not good enough?

It could not be!

Lin Mufeng took a look at the Fallen Demon Sword, then looked at the wood.

Yikes—

He almost jumped.

Spirit… Spirit wood?!

What was I doing? I chopped a Spirit wood!

Spirit wood was high-end material to make the best premium items. It was hard to get!

No wonder the Fallen Demon Sword was used as an ax.

Also, was the expert using Spirit wood as firewood?

This, this…

Was this the outrageous world of a bigshot?

He could not help but steal glances at the fire.

Lin Qingyun was helping the expert start the fire. She was carrying out her task dutifully and putting wood into the fire from time to time. She was blowing on the fire, too.

That flame…

The flames of the Dragon Fire Peal!

How horrifying and shocking!

It sent a shiver down his spine. He had a spontaneous idea.

‘I no longer want to be the Sect Master of the Lingyun Immortal Pavilion. I want to be a woodsman here!

‘Unfortunately, the expert probably would not want me.

‘Sigh, how miserable.’

He took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He looked at the block of wood again. He wanted to try his best at being the woodsman of the day.

He held the Fallen Demon Sword up high and focused. He transferred his powers into the Fallen Demon Sword.

Then, he swung the sword!

Crack!

The wood was chopped in half!

At the same time, a huge vibration reverberated through the sword. He hummed in pain and his hand was shaky.

Li Mufeng thought to himself, ‘So, it’s true. Spirit wood does indeed have reverse-attack properties!’

He did not delay his task. He took another block of wood and picked up the Fallen Demon Sword again.

Crack!

He split the wood again.

He felt the same reverse vibration from the sword and his hand went numb.

Even cultivators could be hurt from splitting firewood!

Lin Mufeng focused and counted his blessings.

‘I get it!

‘The expert must be punishing me!

‘My daughter was impolite and it offended him. This is to teach me a lesson!’

He figured it out but did not feel uneasy. Instead, he sighed in relief.

It was a good thing that the expert punished them this way! At least they could redeem themselves!

He was determined to properly split the firewood and impress the expert!

He did not dare to rest. So, he picked up the sword and continued.

Crack!

Crack!

More and more Spirit wood was chopped as Lin Mufeng started to sweat.

He was hurting himself but he felt better, thinking the expert might forgive them if he was genuine and hardworking.

After a while, his hands started to tremble as he slowly used up all his energy. It was more exhausting than fighting a big battle.

Apart from physical exhaustion, his heart was trembling, too.

The wood he was splitting was Spirit wood. He never thought he would be axing Spirit wood like this…not even in his wildest dreams!

It was almost unreal.

‘Who dares to show off in front of me next time? I’m a man who split Spirit wood!’

Li Nianfan was not far away. Unintentionally, he saw Lin Mufeng and his pale, sweaty demeanor. He was slightly taken aback.

What was going on? It was just splitting firewood. Was that necessary?

Maybe the old man fought someone before and had injuries?

Li Nianfan hurriedly said, “Brother Lin, that’s enough, come on over here and stop splitting.”

“Okay, sure.” Lin Mufeng was overjoyed. It seemed like the expert was not angry anymore.

The hand that held the Fallen Demon Sword was bloody red and slightly injured. He was internally injured, too, harming his Insights.

He kept a straight face and pretended nothing was wrong. Suddenly, he smelled a rich and tasty scent coming from the clay pot when he walked over to the dining table.

Gulp.

Lin Mufeng could not help but gulp at the delicious scent. He was salivating.

Nice!

The food must be good if it smelled this nice!

This was the first time he felt a desire for food as a cultivator.

He gazed at the clay pot.

The clay pot had a lid on it with a small hole. Steam seeped out of the hole as it simmered.

The flame was burning underneath the clay pot. The Spirit wood was charred from burning.

Lin Mufeng had never witnessed anything this luxurious. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Lin Qingyun squatted at the side and blinked at the clay pot with her pretty eyes. She could not stop salivating and would gulp from time to time.

Daji always had delicious food, but she stared at the clay pot hungrily, too.

After a short while, the steam coming from inside the clay pot increased, and the lid of the clay pot was starting to make ‘flip-flop’ noises.

“Almost done.” Li Nianfan smiled and uncovered the lid.

Suddenly, a heap of white steam rushed out from the clay pot. They could not see the food.

Then, they smelled the intoxicating delicious scent.

The smell was heavenly, inviting their palettes to have a taste. They were suddenly feeling hungry.

Slurp!

Daji, Lin Qingyun, and Lin Mufeng simultaneously swallowed their drool as they stared at the clay pot.

The steam went away, revealing a golden liquid. They looked closely and realized it was a layer of oil on top of a milky white soup.

The clay pot was hot and kept the soup boiling and gurgling. They also saw eagle meat in it.

Lin Qingyun was salivating uncontrollably. She wanted to start eating but her last remnants of rationality refrained her from doing so.

Lin Mufeng was not better than her either. He was controlling his urges, too.

He was curious about what was in the clay pot. How could it smell so good?

He knew Spiritual Water was used for the soup.

On top of the soup, there were some mushrooms, spring onions, and some weird-looking herbs.

Hey? They looked somewhat familiar.

These were… Spiritual Herb?!

Lin Mufeng stared in disbelief at the herbs.

He was thunderstruck as if he had discovered a whole new world.

Spiritual Herbs could be used for soup?!

It seemed like the expert was not just planting the Spiritual Herbs as decoration, but he also used it for cooking, too!

Of course, these Spiritual Herbs were rare, but in his eyes, they were no different from a normal herb.

Lin Mufeng calmed down and looked at the main ingredient—the big eagle!

He could tell the eagle was not small in size. The eagle rested in peace. The flesh was fully cooked through.

The beak of the eagle was eye-catching. It was silver in color.

Holy Mother of God!

Silver Moon Demon King?!