Cultivation Cultivate My Hammer

Under Chi Li's dedicated service, Lu Benwei immersed himself in the singing and dancing for a long time, finally getting a solid taste of what it felt like to be a handsome stud.

It wasn't until every trick and routine had been performed once.

He finally clapped elegantly in satisfaction, then stood up, put away the lounge chair, and stretched comfortably.

"Haa..."

"This playboy has enjoyed enough for today, we'll talk again another day!"

Although it was just a casual remark, Chi Li was severely frightened.

She hurriedly stopped her dance steps and knelt on the ground to bow, her eyes full of panic.

"Please forgive me, my Lord!"

"Allow this humble girl to change to another song and dance, I will definitely make my Lord satisfied..."

Towards the end, Chi Li's voice grew softer and softer, lightly biting her red lips with a look of difficulty.

After witnessing the methods just now, she could no longer estimate Lu Benwei's strength. The awe in her heart had reached an unprecedented level, and she didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent.

That pale, frightened beautiful face made her look pitiful and delicate, adding a bit more charm.

Even though she was so stunningly beautiful, Lu Benwei didn't look much. Instead, he raised his eyes to look at the horizon.

"No need."

"Don't be so nervous, this playboy really has important matters to attend to."

He did have an appreciation for beauty, but not to the extent of forgetting important matters for a pretty girl. Right now, his brothers were busy in various realms, and he didn't know how their progress was; he had to go check.

With this thought in mind.

Lu Benwei scooped up Chi Li, tore open the space before him with one hand, and flashed into the spatial ripples.

That unfathomable cultivation base was absolutely beyond the comparison of myriad living beings. The method of casually tearing space was even more unpredictable to ghosts and gods. Even if the sea of stars was currently full of streams of light returning to the Cloud Planet, not a single figure could sense any anomaly.

In just a few breaths, Lu Benwei had disappeared into the depths of the endless universe.

At the same time, tens of thousands of streams of light were drawing closer to the Cloud Planet. Even though the night was deepening, they illuminated the entire sky as if it were broad daylight!

In a hidden village.

Yi Feng stood at the village entrance, looking up at the starlit sky with a calm expression.

After numerous experiences, his horizons and understanding had improved by more than just a notch. He was already accustomed to the various methods of cultivators. At this moment, he just stood there blankly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

After he delivered his message, he had nothing to do for the time being, so he thought of this small village to spend a few quiet days and grab some Dragon Beard noodles for a change of taste.

Unexpectedly, none of the older brothers were anywhere to be found.

Seeing the sky full of flowing lights illuminating the night, Yi Feng roughly guessed that the cultivators of the Cloud Planet might be having some sort of event, which was why those older brothers had left the village.

Before he could think further, several streams of light suddenly landed right before his eyes.

Seeing clearly that the ones laughing heartily were Luo Hongfei and the others, Yi Feng stepped forward and began to ask.

"Brothers, what's making you all so happy?"

The crowd turned their attention at the sound and finally saw Yi Feng. They came over even more enthusiastically, cupping their fists in greeting, and began to speak all at once!

"So it's Fellow Daoist Yi..."

"Brother Yi, where have you been lately? We haven't seen a trace of you."

"Brother Yi, you missed a truly exhilarating, epic battle!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng became even more curious and a bit surprised.

"A battle?"

Looking at Yi Feng's confused gaze, the few of them proudly explained everything.

"That's right, this was a battle rarely seen throughout the ages!"

"Elder Luo is absolutely right! We followed the Star Lord to the Demon Realm and fought the Demon Race until the sky turned dark and the earth went dim!"

"Many mighty figures struck together and finally wiped out the Demon Race in one fell swoop, eliminating a great menace for the entire star system. It was truly satisfying!"

"To be able to witness this battle in our lifetime and see the splendor of so many mighty figures is truly our honor!"

"It's a pity Brother Yi didn't go and couldn't witness those astonishing divine abilities!"

"Indeed! Even you, Brother Yi, would have your jaw drop in shock if you saw those mighty figures!"

...

The more they spoke, the more excited they became, their old faces turning flushed red.

After listening for a few breaths, realization gradually dawned in Yi Feng's eyes.

"Wiped out the Demon Race?"

"Not bad."

His words made the crowd even more excited, as they kept emphasizing the terror of the battle. However, Yi Feng didn't feel much shared excitement, and he didn't even have much interest in listening any further.

Long Tian being able to lead the masses to annihilate the Demon Race and rid the star system of a menace could be considered worthy of his position as the Star Lord.

Overall, it was acceptable.

However...

With his meager level of skill, he could actually accomplish such a thing?

This was a bit of a small surprise.

Could it be that the Demon Race wasn't all that great either?

Others might not know Long Tian's cultivation, but Yi Feng knew it inside out. With his amateurish skills, Yi Feng had casually struck him a few times back then, beating him to the point where he couldn't even fight back.

And yet, with just that, the guy still wiped out the Demon Race.

Didn't this mean that if the Demon Race encountered him, they would only be completely thrashed?

Me > Long Tian > Demon Race?

Following factual logic, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with this.

So it turned out they just beat up a bunch of noobs.

What was there to be excited about?

Thinking of this, Yi Feng felt it was increasingly dull. He completely lost interest in listening to another word of the few people's excited discussions recalling the battle.

He strolled back to his small courtyard and sat quietly.

Yi Feng only felt a bit lonely; he couldn't relate to everyone's joy at all, and various doubts surfaced in his mind.

Even beating a Demon Race could be called an epic battle...

It seemed the cultivators of the entire Cloud Planet were only at this level.

Looking at it this way.

Had he already become so strong that it was beyond the world's imagination?

If that was really the case, then what kind of cultivation realm would that be?

Various doubts welled up in his heart. Yi Feng only felt completely confused. For some reason, he remembered the system's past death-seeking missions and the matter of finding his final disciple...

He suddenly grew suspicious.

Since he was already this strong, was there really a need to do these two tasks?

With his current strength, could he block the future world-destroying tribulation?

Was that world-destroying tribulation really as terrifying as the system said?

After pondering for a long time, Yi Feng still found it hard to be sure of the truth. Just as he fell into silence, a wave of sleepiness suddenly hit him. He couldn't help but yawn repeatedly, then complained in frustration.

"Haa..."

"I'm really speechless..."

"Any random cultivator out there is fine without eating or sleeping, but I have to freaking eat every single day. Lately, I've been getting more and more sleepy, and yesterday I slept until the sun was high in the sky!"

"What the hell kind of immortality am I even cultivating!"

Complaining non-stop, Yi Feng almost sarcastically blessed the system's entire family.

However, tears welled up in his eyes and exhaustion washed over his body. He really couldn't hold on any longer and didn't care to think further. He could only go into the house to sleep, forced into a health-preservation mode.

He fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, it was already past noon the next day.