In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

"This is a big deal. You should go back and discuss it with Sect Master Ning."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lin Yan, and he found a scapegoat.

Although he has lived for a thousand years, he has done nothing good except for immortality. What is there to learn from himself?

How to become a salted fish?

Stop joking.

Ning Rongrong is the little darling of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and in the original novel, she's a prodigy destined to become a god. Lin Yan believes that Ning Fengzhi will make a rational decision for his daughter's future.

He can let his daughter do whatever she wants.

"Do not."

Ning Rongrong, of course, disagreed and wanted to fight for herself again.

However, Lin Yan had already anticipated that Ning Rongrong would retaliate strongly. As soon as he said that, he quickly left the scene.

However, Ning Rongrong was naturally unwilling to give up and wanted to chase after him, but a pair of large hands stopped her.

"Grandpa Jian? Why are you pulling me like this?"

“Rongrong, listen to Mr. Lin. Actually, he is not really rejecting you, but there is a deeper meaning behind it.”

"A deeper meaning?"

Sword Douluo didn't speak immediately. Instead, he glanced at everyone.

Flander looked on with curiosity, wanting to see how Sword Master would interpret the big shot's thoughts.

Zhu Zhuqing snorted and left with a cold face. She felt as if a vat of vinegar had been overturned in her heart.

Are these people trying to take advantage of me because I can't lift a knife?

"You all heard what Mr. Lin said. But you didn't understand the deeper meaning behind his words. He told us to go back and discuss it with Feng Zhi, not as a refusal, but because he felt we should consult with Liao Jun."

what! ”

Swordsman gave a bitter laugh.

"Find Liao Junying"

Ning Rongrong and Flander were both taken aback.

"That's right. Think about it. What does a big shot like Mr. Lin need? Money? Treasures? No, none of those. What hasn't someone like him seen? To impress him, you need..."

The key is to find a master craftsman... Only if your father comes in person can the search be truly successful!

"Wow, so that's how it is!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly realized.

Oh, so that's how it is... Flander sensed an immense crisis. This Swordsman is better at analyzing things than he is; he's a formidable opponent.

This guy is obviously a seasoned simp...

Actually, it's just that Sword Douluo is too old; otherwise, he would have wanted to become Lin Yan's apprentice.

I wonder if the big shots would look down on such a genius?

However, this matter can be put aside for now. We need to plan it out slowly. At present, Sword Master still has some training-related questions and wants to consult with a master.

But how do I bring it up?

Hmm... I've got it...

Seeing Lin Yan still chopping wood, Sword Douluo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Isn't this your chance to get closer to them?

Do some chores to improve your relationship with them. Afterwards, asking a couple of small questions isn't too much to ask, is it?

If you're interested, you should take action. Sword Master strode into the courtyard.

"Mr. Lin, why don't I chop for a while?"

"This isn't good. It's too tiring."

Lin Yan hesitated.

"What's wrong with that? Don't let my age fool you, I'm actually quite young according to the Soul Master's calculation method. I still have plenty of strength and inexhaustible energy."

Seemingly afraid that Lin Yan wouldn't believe him, Sword Douluo patted his chest as he spoke.

It even emitted a series of muffled 'bang' sounds.

"Good buddy, if I don't agree, I'm afraid I'll kill myself?"

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly agreed, "Alright, Elder Jian, chopping up this pile of wood on the ground is enough. I'll go prepare dinner now."

I must say, the people in the Soul Master world are incredibly friendly and warm-hearted.

"Okay. It's just a hundred or so pieces of wood, no problem." Sword Douluo laughed, making a confident promise.

Uh… old ginger is spicier, huh? You can lick this?

I've failed at school!

Flander's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't expected Swordmaster to be so shameless, claiming to be young when he was old enough to be his grandfather.

However, Swordsman successfully gained some goodwill, which made Flander eat a lemon.

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After Lin Yan left, Sword Douluo went to the pile of wood. He casually reached out his right hand and grabbed the axe.

Apply force gently.

Ok?

Wait a minute? It didn't move?

I must have been too careless just now and didn't put in enough effort. This time I need to be serious.

Swordsman thought to himself.

The force was increased.

but……

Still no movement.

How could this happen?

Swordsman was dumbfounded.

Don't be fooled by his lack of soul power; a Title Douluo's physical strength is considerable, and lifting a thousand-pound object is no problem for him.

But here, you can't even pick up an axe?

Then, defiantly, he used both hands at once.

As a result, the threads remained unchanged.

Goodness, you were just saying you were still going strong, but now you can't even lift an axe, your face is all red from straining... Flanders was somewhat gloating.

He was all too familiar with Douluo's current appearance.

Wasn't that horn bow that shot down the flying barracuda just as miraculous?

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death..." Sword Master seemed to notice Flander's mocking gaze, and his face felt burning hot.

In any case, I really embarrassed myself today.

He gritted his teeth and used his soul power to enhance his strength.

His power began to surge.

Five thousand catties.

Ten thousand catties.

20,000 jin.

Sword Douluo only managed to pick up the axe with trembling steps after he had increased his strength to 20,000 jin.

He couldn't help but recall the image of Lin Yan wielding an axe with one hand, effortlessly splitting a piece of wood in two with a single blow.

Perverted.

That's insane. How much physical strength would one need to do that so effortlessly?

Just because you can lift 20,000 kilograms doesn't mean you can easily wield that weight.

To achieve that, you would need ten times or even more effort.

Just how terrifying must this powerful figure's power be...?

Swordsman dared not even think about it.

Then, an axe fell.

With a snap, the firewood was split in two.

However, the two halves are not evenly divided; one half is a quarter, and the other half is three-quarters.

Look at the firewood Lin Yan chopped. Neat and tidy. All perfectly divided in half.

The master is truly a master... even his wood-chopping is so good. Looking at myself, I can't even chop wood steadily with one hand like the master!

Is it waste?

"Your Majesty Chenxin, think positively. That big shot isn't human; we can't compare to him!"

Just when Swordmaster was feeling a bit disheartened, Flander's encouragement rekindled his fighting spirit.

Although it sounds a bit awful.

However, that is the principle.

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Half a minute passed.

Swordsman, who was sweating profusely, finally straightened his back.

When he finished chopping the firewood, his soul power was also exhausted.