Oh, my God, the Holy Rake

Just as Old Man Wu was smiling, waiting for Yi Feng to be surprised, Yi Feng put down the rake in his hand.

"There is indeed some problem with this rake head." Yi Feng shook his head and said softly, "And it's not very useful anymore."

Although the rake head wasn't too broken, some parts were already rusty. Also, the shape looked so damn ugly. Yi Feng wondered which idiot designed it. Old Man Wu probably found it quite tiring to dig soil with this rake head.

"What?"

Yi Feng's lack of shock and his belittling of the holy rake immediately angered Old Man Wu. He abruptly stood up.

If he didn't still have an unclear view of Yi Feng's cultivation level and didn't dare act rashly, he would have fought with Yi Feng already. His entire life's pride - the near saint-grade artifact - was so blasphemed. This was absolutely intolerable.

Seeing Old Man Wu's bristled state, Yi Feng was puzzled at first. But after some thought, he could understand.

Although this was the cultivation world, most were still ordinary people. Ordinary people here weren't much different from those on Earth. Most made a living by farming.

For Old Man Wu, this rake head was his livelihood. With problems arising, it was no wonder he was anxious.

"Don't get agitated," Yi Feng said placatingly with a wave of his hand.

But Old Man Wu still glared at Yi Feng, his face flushed red, rage swirling in his heart.

"Just wait for me for a bit."

Yi Feng got up and went into the inner room.

"Good. Since you look down on my Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake so much, I want to see what you can take out that can compare to my Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake!" Seeing Yi Feng enter the room, Old Man Wu muttered under his breath, his face still red.

After a brief moment in the room, Yi Feng came out again and said, "That rake head of yours is too broken. Throw it away."

Yi Feng's words immediately boiled Old Man Wu's anger to his head.

Not only did he belittle the Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake, he even said it was too broken and should be thrown away?

This was no longer belittlement, but outright mockery!

Blatant mockery!

Old Man Wu abruptly stood up, demanding an explanation from Yi Feng.

But in the next moment, his entire body froze.

As if struck by lightning!

His eyes stared fixedly at the brand new rake in Yi Feng's hand.

To ensure he wasn't seeing wrongly, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes. After clearly seeing it again, he couldn't help but gasp.

"This, this is..."

For a time, he became inarticulate, his body couldn't help but tremble.

The shock in his heart at this moment was truly indescribable in words. Because the rake in Yi Feng's hand was a real saint-grade artifact.

What's more, it was brand new, without the slightest damage or decay!

"Phew!"

After a long time, Old Man Wu let out a breath, looking at Yi Feng with even more profound eyes.

No wonder, no wonder he belittled and mocked his Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake so much. It turned out this person had a real saint-grade artifact in hand. Although aggrieved, Old Man Wu could no longer bring up his anger.

His Seven-Tooth Sacred Rake was indeed precious, but the broken artifact was simply incomparable to a real saint-grade artifact.

"Just who are you?"

Old Man Wu frowned, staring at Yi Feng as he asked word for word.

"You're asking who I am?"

Seeing the old man's chuunibyou relapse, Yi Feng directly rolled his eyes.

Old Man Wu nodded.

Of course!

For someone who could casually take out a Fire Pearl and saint-grade artifact, who didn't know his identity?

Dejected, he slumped into the chair.

Although he had never been able to see through Yi Feng's cultivation level, he had always thought they were on the same level. This unconsciously provoked his competitive spirit.

So he was determined to compare their levels.

But the final result was not what he wished.

He finally understood that his inability to see through Yi Feng's cultivation wasn't because Yi Feng had cultivated some unknown mystic art, but because Yi Feng was truly so strong that he couldn't see through.

He no longer had the desire to compete and excel.

On the contrary, his gaze toward Yi Feng now contained a hint of fear and respect.

After all, in this world, the strong were respected.

Seeing Old Man Wu spacing out, Yi Feng couldn't help but yell, "Hey bro, what are you dazing out for?"

Hearing this, Old Man Wu's face was ugly. He could only smile awkwardly at Yi Feng.

"Here, take it. Take care of it."

Yi Feng handed the rake over with a smile.

At first, Old Man Wu didn't react. When he finally did, his mind was like struck by lightning. He abruptly stood up again, staring fixedly at Yi Feng.

"What?"

"Giving it to me?"