Although these techniques were the ones Lin Feng picked last, that didn’t mean they were trash or useless. On the contrary, each of them was earth-shattering if taken outside.
Yet they were simply burned.
If that wasn’t a complete waste, what was?
Even Zhong Qing’s face showed pain. Lin Feng asked, confused, “Master, these techniques are incredible, why did you burn them?”
“I have too many of these. Keeping them just takes up space,” Zhong Qing said indifferently.
Lin Feng: ???
Elder Jian: ???
Just listen to that. Was that even something a human would say?
But Zhong Qing didn’t care and continued tossing more techniques into the furnace. He knew they were amazing, but once you had too many, they stopped feeling valuable. He couldn’t just give them away either—without enough cultivation strength, it would only bring trouble.
Besides, his sign-in kept generating more day and night.
Soon, the bronze kettle began to hum.
Zhong Qing picked it up and brewed himself a full pot of tea. Holding the kettle, he slowly got up and walked to the side, saying to Lin Feng, “Come with me.”
“Yes!” Lin Feng replied respectfully, following Zhong Qing into another side room.
Inside, all kinds of weapons were displayed.
“Pick one that suits you,” Zhong Qing said calmly.
Lin Feng and Elder Jian looked around at the dazzling array of weapons. At first glance, they didn’t seem special, but the moment they got closer, they noticed the truth—every weapon had a spirit. Each radiated a terrifying aura that made one’s heart tremble just by looking.
Elder Jian’s breathing, which had just calmed, grew rapid again. Clearly, these weapons were just as high-level as the techniques from earlier—many were of the Noble Rank, Saint Rank, or even Emperor Rank.
“Kid, hurry up, pick one!” Elder Jian urged eagerly.
He was like a country bumpkin in the city. Every technique and weapon was overstimulating his nerves.
Lin Feng was also overwhelmed. With Elder Jian’s help, after much hesitation, they finally made a decision.
It was a large, ink-black saber.
Its name was Ink Blade.
Lin Feng lovingly caressed the blade, his heart overwhelmed with excitement. Today’s harvest was beyond huge for him. Even if he had followed his original path without a single setback, it was unlikely he would ever possess what he now held. This chapter was taken from novelping . com without permission.
“Kid, we were too rash before. I thought your master was a nobody, but then he revealed the Star Profound. Even then, I thought that was all—but now I realize I was completely wrong. Even in my prime, I’d be trash before him. We were too disrespectful before. Hurry and kneel, bow down, and call him Master again with full sincerity!”
Inside the ring, Elder Jian’s voice was serious.
At this point, he clearly understood he had misjudged.
This man was definitely no ordinary person. Otherwise, who would burn Noble Rank and Emperor Rank techniques just to make tea?
Lin Feng immediately knelt down.
Zhong Qing had allowed him to join Command Hall Peak, and for that alone he had felt grateful. Although he hadn’t expected Zhong Qing could really teach him much, deep down, he still regarded him as Master.
And now, Zhong Qing had completely earned his respect.
“Disciple thanks Master for the gift,” Lin Feng said sincerely, kneeling in reverence.
“Stand up,” Zhong Qing waved his hand, and a soft force lifted Lin Feng to his feet. He said gently, “You don’t need to overthink. Just stay here on Command Hall Peak and cultivate diligently. I’ll make sure you rise to the top.”
And he wasn’t exaggerating.
As long as he activated the waste tie, Lin Feng’s cultivation would grow at a hundredfold rate. With Emperor Rank techniques and other buffs, even the most gifted genius couldn’t compete.
“Thank you, Master,” Lin Feng said gratefully.
“But…” Zhong Qing suddenly changed his tone and glanced at Lin Feng’s storage ring. “That ring of yours…”
As soon as he said that, Lin Feng’s face turned a little nervous.
Inside Elder Jian’s mind, it felt like a thunderclap had gone off. Cold sweat poured down.
He’s pointing at me!
This powerful figure had noticed him long ago! His little tricks were completely useless before this man!
For a moment, Elder Jian nearly had a heart attack. Remembering all the things he’d said about Zhong Qing before, and how he’d looked down on him, his legs started to go weak.
“Senior, I was wrong! I’m guilty!” Elder Jian’s soul body in the ring bowed low. “I was too hasty before. I shouldn’t have offended you with my words.”
If he guessed correctly, this ring’s old man and his disciple were likely tied together—either both thrive or both perish. They were bound as one.
So he thought, why not let the old man handle the teaching?
He had plenty of good stuff and his strength would grow fast, but when it came to teaching, he might not be as capable as this ring’s old man.
And the faster Lin Feng grew, the faster he’d receive returns.
So this ring’s old man… could be his best worker!
How could he pass that up?
“This is a soul-repairing elixir. Take it,” Zhong Qing said as he pulled a medicinal herb from his ring and handed it to Lin Feng. He had gotten it from a previous sign-in. He had plenty more of these miscellaneous items.
“Heavens!!!” Elder Jian’s eyes widened in shock inside the ring.
Then tears of gratitude followed.
He had never imagined that not only would Zhong Qing forgive him, he’d even gift him such a precious soul-repairing elixir. Its value was unimaginable.
Given his damaged state, even if Lin Feng progressed smoothly to the end, his chances of resurrection were only ten percent. And that was assuming no setbacks along the way.
Now, with this elixir, while he couldn’t be revived immediately, he was much closer to it. His odds were now 100%—only a matter of time!
In other words… Zhong Qing had given him a new life!
Such grace made Elder Jian drop to his knees in the ring and knock his head hard on the ground several times.
Lin Feng’s hands trembled as he accepted the soul elixir. He knelt again.
He understood what this meant to Elder Jian.
His life had been full of hardship—born into a small family, no talent for cultivation, humiliated, and rejected in marriage. He had once intended to leap off a cliff, but it was Elder Jian who restored his will to live.
To him, Elder Jian was like a father.
“Master above, please accept Lin Feng’s bow once more. I swear on my life that I’ll train diligently and never disappoint you. If Master ever gives an order, I’ll charge through blades and fire, even descend into hell for all eternity, without regret.”
Lin Feng knelt deeply, raising his hand and swearing solemnly.
He knew clearly—Zhong Qing had given him and Elder Jian a second chance at life.