Chapter 382: Chapter 379: Believe in Yourselves

Others might not have been able to see Mo Qi’s movements clearly, but the Immortal Ancestor could.

The Ghost-faced Flower was tossed up and fell in a process that perhaps lasted only two or three seconds, yet within that time, Mo Qi had swung his knife an astonishing thirty-seven thousand, six hundred, and thirty-two times!

And not a single one of those cuts was wasted.

In the Immortal Ancestor’s perception, the toxic parts of the Ghost-faced Flower had been forcibly hewn away by Mo Qi, one cut at a time.

What surprised the Immortal Ancestor even more than the sheer number of cuts was that with every single swing, Mo Qi could precisely find the dividing line between the toxin and the miraculous medicine on the Ghost-faced Flower’s petals.

The blade’s edge danced along the most minuscule of boundaries. The slightest deviation—even damaging a single one of the countless microscopic particles—would have caused the toxin to spread instantly, contaminating the entire Ghost-faced Flower.

Yet Mo Qi hadn’t made a single mistake. He was as steady as a rock, his performance intense from start to finish.

The Immortal Ancestor asked himself if he could match that number of cuts. He could, but under those circumstances, his swings would be a chaotic flurry purely for speed. He would be completely unable to precisely control the blade’s point of impact and force.

Even as an Immortal, even with the aid of Immortal Power, even if he were to use an Immortal Technique, he still couldn’t do it.

"Thir... Thirty thousand cuts?!" Feng Zhang was stunned, standing there like a wooden post.

If those words hadn’t come from the Immortal Ancestor himself, he wouldn’t have believed it if his life depended on it.

Over thirty thousand cuts!

What kind of joke was this!

Setting aside whether it was even possible, the immense physical strain from that cutting speed alone should have been more than any mortal could bear.

It was theoretically impossible!

How on earth did he do it?!

The way Feng Zhang looked at Mo Qi changed once again.

The other experts of the Feng Family all turned to look, their faces filled with shock and doubt.

They dared not imagine how terrifying that blade would be if Mo Qi used it not for cutting vegetables, but for fighting an enemy.

Anyone who didn’t possess a completely overwhelming Cultivation advantage would likely be cut down by Mo Qi in a single slash.

No wonder Huangfu Yu had suffered one defeat after another at his hands.

It was simply too terrifying, too inconceivable!

Compared to Mo Qi, Huangfu Yu’s title of "monster" would likely have to change hands.

Mo Qi seemed oblivious to the crowd’s complex gazes. He put away his Obsidian Kitchen Knife and looked at the thirteen young men.

"Did you all see that clearly? If you want to create Medicinal Cuisine, your Sword Skill must reach this level. Otherwise, you won’t even make it past the front door."

"Also, remember this: it’s called Medicinal Cuisine. The ’medicinal’ part comes first. If you can’t even handle the most basic preparation of medicinal ingredients, then don’t even bother learning the ’cuisine’ part."

Mo Qi’s words pulled everyone back to reality.

The thirteen young men stared at each other blankly.

The members of the Feng Family had priceless expressions on their faces.

’Are you kidding me?’

’That Sword Skill of yours has to be one of a kind, right?’

’Who besides you could possibly learn that?’

Mo Qi paused, then continued, "Alright, that’s all for today’s lesson. You can all go back and practice your Sword Skill for now. When you can slice a Ghost-faced Flower without any poison, you can come find me to learn the next steps of creating Medicinal Cuisine."

Everyone: "..."

’You son of a bitch, you don’t actually want to teach us, do you? Is this just some trick to fool us?’

Even the Immortal Ancestor couldn’t help but have the same thought.

Facing the doubtful gazes from the crowd, Mo Qi’s expression remained perfectly calm as he said coolly, "As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you. Sword Skill is a craft that requires hard work and perseverance. Believe in yourselves. You can definitely do it!"

After saying this, Mo Qi turned to leave.

He had done what needed to be done, and he had repaid what was owed.

From this moment on, he was officially even with the Feng Family, and their journey of cooperation could truly begin.

Everyone was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

’Believe in ourselves, my ass!’

’Could those platitudes be any more half-assed?’

’How the hell are we supposed to practice this Sword Skill?’

’We could practice until we die and still never be able to slice a poison-free Ghost-faced Flower!’

Although everyone felt terrible about it, strangely, no one tried to stop Mo Qi from leaving, nor did anyone step forward to demand a clear explanation.

Only Feng Zhang stared at Mo Qi’s departing back with a complicated expression. After watching for a long time, he wordlessly set off to follow him. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Is your condition truly as that little fellow described?" The Immortal Ancestor’s voice echoed in Feng Zhang’s mind.

Feng Zhang nodded without saying much. He simply lifted the hem of his long sleeve, revealing his arm.

Both of his arms were covered in festering sores, oozing a viscous, blood-tinged fluid. They were grotesquely ulcerated.

The Immortal Ancestor was silent for a long time before letting out a slow sigh. "You’re on your own, then."

Not long after Mo Qi left, Feng Liang, who had been running wildly around the altar, finally came to a stop.

He was panting heavily, his head drenched in sweat, but his eyes were brighter and more energetic than ever before.

He scanned his surroundings, seeming to be searching for someone.

"Ancestor, may I ask where Mo Qi went?" Unable to find his target, Feng Liang had no choice but to brace himself and approach the Immortal Ancestor to ask.

The Immortal Ancestor was amused. He glanced at Feng Liang and asked, "What’s this? You still want to get even with him?"

Hearing this, Feng Liang waved his hands frantically. "No, no, not at all! I’m looking for him just to thank him, and to ask for his guidance on a few things."

As he said this, Feng Liang’s expression was earnest and his tone was solemn. He wasn’t joking.

"Ask for guidance?" The Immortal Ancestor stared suspiciously at Feng Liang, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Feng Liang immediately felt the pressure on him multiply, as if a great mountain were pressing down on his body.

Even when he circulated his newly awakened Taotie Bloodline, he could hardly withstand the pressure.

Just as he was about to collapse, the Immortal Ancestor retracted his gaze.

"Young one, do as you see fit."

The Immortal Ancestor tossed out this sentence and vanished on the spot, clearly not wanting to waste any more words on Feng Liang.

Feng Liang was completely bewildered, his face a mask of confusion.

’What’s wrong with the Ancestor?’

’What did he mean by that?’

Just then, Patriarch Feng Lun walked over and gently patted Feng Liang’s shoulder.

"Your courage is commendable."

With that, Feng Lun left.

Then, to Feng Liang’s utter bewilderment, numerous Elders and experts came up one after another to pat his shoulder.

And before they left, each of them offered a baffling remark.

"Remember, don’t cry."

"I support you in spirit."

"You’ll always be the finest youth of our Feng Family."

"I respect you as a true man, really!"

...

After the many Elders and experts had left, the thirteen youths all wore identical expressions of pity.

They nodded at Feng Liang, then left without a backward glance.

Feng Liang: "..."

’Hey, hey, hey! What’s gotten into all of you?’

’Did you all see a ghost or something?’

Earlier, while he was undergoing the deep awakening of his bloodline, although he had been running and jumping around while spouting nonsense, his own consciousness had been sealed deep within his Sea of Consciousness.

Therefore, Feng Liang had no idea what had happened outside.

He didn’t know that Feng Zhang, a Void Realm master, had been knocked to the ground by Mo Qi with a single punch.

And he certainly hadn’t seen Mo Qi’s demonic Sword Skill.

Otherwise, he would never have uttered the words "ask for guidance."

Even though he was genuinely grateful to Mo Qi and truly had no intention of causing him any trouble.