Yi Feng returned to his Martial Arts Hall in an instant, carrying Lu Benwei.
As soon as he got ho, he threw Lu Benwei into a small dark room and slamd the door shut.
"You stay in there, you troublemaker!" he scolded.
Yi Feng looked at several trembling creatures nearby: a dog shaking on the ground, a centipede quivering on the dog's back, a bear cowering behind the dog, and—a ghost that had sohow befriended the skeleton, too scared to enter the hall, shivering at the entrance.
He glared at them, "You lot better behave yourselves too, or I'll give you each a beating."
Yi Feng raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, and lifted his pinky finger. "I could kill you all with just one finger now."
The four creatures retreated in terror.
Satisfied, Yi Feng strode out of the Martial Arts Hall.
Outside, the sun was shining pleasantly, and Yi Feng squinted contentedly.
The weather was perfect for so practice.
Ever since he had attained max-level cultivation, his hands had been itching for action.
Those few hundred punches earlier had barely scratched the surface.
Now, he wanted to find soone to spar with.
But cultivators... Yi Feng's face showed a hint of difficulty.
Since arriving in this world, due to his inability to cultivate, he had never really interacted with cultivators.
All these years, he didn't know a single cultivator. Where could he find one to practice with?
Across the street, Pork Rong, who had been chopping pork, had his attention on Yi Feng since he left the Martial Arts Hall. He called out loudly, "Mr. Yi, what's the matter? You don't look too happy."
Yi Feng looked at Pork Rong, an idea forming in his mind.
He quickly walked over, "Pork Rong, I was just about to ask you sothing."
He might not know any cultivators, but surely soone he knew might know one.
"Please, go ahead, sir," Pork Rong imdiately put down his work and asked attentively.
"Do you know any cultivators in your family or among your acquaintances?" Yi Feng asked.
Pork Rong was puzzled, "Why does sir want to find a cultivator?"
"To practice," Yi Feng rubbed his palms together.
Pork Rong's heart skipped a beat, and he dropped his knife in shock.
"This... this..."
"Don't panic," Yi Feng saw Pork Rong's reaction and confidently said, "Don't worry about , nothing will happen."
Yi Feng understood that to them, he was just an ordinary person like them.
Looking for a cultivator to practice with was like seeking death.
Pork Rong stared at Yi Feng in bewildernt... He was worried about him???
Pork Rong quickly picked up his knife and resud chopping at, "No, no, no."
"Sir knows that I'm just a useless weakling, how could I know any cultivators that sir wants to find."
"Ah, I thought as much," Yi Feng sighed, then noticed the Shop Errand Boy busy serving noodles nearby and walked over.
"Errand boy, do you know any cultivators?" Yi Feng asked.
"Huh? Cultivators? What does sir want with cultivators?" the Shop Errand Boy stopped and asked.
"To practice."
The Shop Errand Boy almost spilled the noodles in shock.
He thought to himself, "You need practice? You'd be dead in seconds..."
But not daring to offend Yi Feng, he steadied his voice and swallowed hard.
"What kind of cultivator does sir want to practice with?"
Yi Feng looked at the Shop Errand Boy's skinny fra, "Certainly not an ordinary person like you. Soone powerful."
Yi Feng raised his fist and blew on it, "Soone like you couldn't withstand my punches."
"Sir is wise," the Shop Errand Boy bowed, "I don't know any cultivators like sir described."
Yi Feng was about to leave when he suddenly noticed Old man Wang sitting under a tree in the courtyard, watching him while enjoying the cool shade.
"Old man Wang..." he walked over.
"No need to ask, sir. I don't know any cultivators you speak of," he quickly stood up and added, "Never seen one in my life."
Yi Feng saw how Old man Wang could barely stand.
Yi Feng sighed and shook his head helplessly, "Ah, you're all too weak."
He turned to leave with his hands behind his back, "It's lonely at the top..."
After Yi Feng left, a group of people gathered together, "What's wrong with sir? Suddenly wanting to find soone to practice with."
"Lone swordsman seeking worthy opponent?"
"Perhaps it's as sir said, it's lonely at the top."
"But now that sir isn't pretending to be ordinary anymore, should we still pretend?" Pork Rong held his cleaver, hesitating.
"What's the point of pretending? Didn't you hear how sir referred to you earlier?" Old man Wang turned to the Shop Errand Boy, "Ordinary people, we are all ordinary people!"
"That's right, in sir's eyes, we are indeed ordinary. No need to pretend," the Shop Errand Boy nodded in agreent.
"Right, right, you're all correct," Pork Rong nodded vigorously.
Yi Feng circled Pingjiang City but couldn't find a single cultivator. Not one person even knew a cultivator.
What a bunch of weaklings...
Just as Yi Feng was feeling frustrated, sothing suddenly occurred to him.
He stopped in his tracks.
Right, when the system rewarded him with Lu Benwei, didn't it say Lu Benwei was the number one expert?
Although he didn't know the scope of this "number one" title, it should an sothing, right?!
Even though he had never seen Lu Benwei use any skills.
Why not give it a try?!
With that thought, Yi Feng turned and headed back to the Martial Arts Hall.
...
...
At the Martial Arts Hall.
As soon as Yi Feng left, a white bone extended from the edge of the tightly locked wooden door.
A bony finger poked into the lock, fiddling for a mont.
The lock clicked open.
The next mont, a skull poked out from the dark hole, turning left and right to look around.
"Has the master left?"
"He's gone, he's gone!" The dog quickly helped Lu Benwei push open the small door, "Congratulations, big brother! You're free again!"
"Don't you know who I am," Lu Benwei said with satisfaction.
His dismbered limbs instantly reassembled, "Let's go, quickly! Before the master returns!"
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