Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)

Chapter 1095: The Virtue of Knife Skills

“What’s the point of having a bunch of Foundation Establishment minor demons kneel to you?” the Everlasting Immortal Fairy commented disdainfully, feeling that the Second-in-Command lacked ambition.

“Just wait. Someday, when we find the Qilin Immortal, this immortal will have him kowtow to you. As the Big Senior Brother of Little Ling and Lianyi...”

“No, no, no, please don’t. Immortal Fairy, what I meant was that Song Tianjing’s fortune is shallow. How could he compare to me?”

“Is that what you meant?”

“That’s exactly what I meant!” Lu Yang nodded vigorously for the sake of his survival.

“Alright then. It seems I misunderstood.”

Lu Yang took two deep breaths, clearing his mind of distractions. He ignored the commotion around Song Tianjing and stopped dwelling on his potential demise. What he needed to do now was focus on demonstrating his knife skills.

He could casually experience the other rounds, but this first round required his full effort.

As the saying goes, swords and knives share the same roots. Sword cultivators were often proficient with the knife. As someone with a Sword Spirit Root and the number one sword cultivator at my level, I mustn’t lose face in this round!

The five-star spirit chef group was also in the beast-fighting arena. Divine Transfiguration demon beasts broke free from their cages, releasing their oppressive aura without restraint.

Even just their oppressive pressure was enough to frighten some chefs from acting, their hands trembling as they gripped their knives.

But Lu Yang was not one of them!

Other five-star spirit chefs had their own specialized equipment, but Lu Yang was different. He used only an ordinary kitchen knife, and that sufficed.

The five-star spirit chef competition differed from the two-star spirit chef competition in one aspect—it had an additional requirement.

“Vice Alliance Leader Liu Xing just said that the knife skills must embody ‘virtue.’”

While Lu Yang was still ruminating over what constituted the “virtue of knife skills,” the other spirit chefs had already formed their own ideas and drawn their blades.

“Look, there’s a small sun!” The audience noticed something unusual in the five-star spirit chef group.

“Wait, no, that’s not a small sun. It’s Master Golden Knife! His golden knives are moving so fast!”

Master Golden Knife took the lead, choosing a feiyi, a type of serpent with six legs and four wings. It was ranked fifth among the Divine Transfiguration demon beasts.

Master Golden Knife employed his usual technique, stomping the ground, bulging his muscles, and hurling the feiyi into the air.

“Deboning Knife Technique!”

The two golden blades danced rapidly, resembling a blazing sun. Wherever its light shone, clean serpent bones remained, along with falling pure-white serpent meat.

“The virtue of knife skills lies in preventing the demon beast from feeling pain. Thank you for the kind acknowledgement,” Master Golden Knife spoke impassively as he hung the two blades across his chest. He landed first, following which the white serpent meat fell onto the plates like a downpour.

In truth, Master Golden Knife also had the strength to defeat the top four demon beasts. However, he couldn’t kill them instantaneously, and that would cause the demon beast to feel pain, which would not be considered the virtue of knife skills.

“Why is there such a thick fog over there?”

“There’s a figure with a beautiful dancing posture in the fog. Is that a fairy dancing?” The audience grew excited again.

When the fog dispersed, they realized it wasn’t a fairy at all. It was Granny Poison dismembering a poisoned nine-headed lion.

Yun Mengmeng looked at the audience with a peculiar expression. Is there something wrong with these people’s eyes? First, they see a small sun, and now, they see a fairy dancing.

During the competition, Granny Poison was temporarily freed from her shackles and felt much lighter.

Letting out a cold, sinister laugh, she chose the nine-headed lion, which ranked in the top three. She allowed the nine-headed lion to bite her, tearing off a piece of flesh. Her poisoned blood flowed out, turning into toxic mist upon contact with the air, sending the lion into a blissful slumber.

“The virtue of knife skills lies in letting the demon beast die in happiness.”

Apart from Lu Yang, there was one other person who had not acted at all, and it was Ma Bin.

“So this is what the virtue of knife skills means.”

Ma Bin raised his hand and called over Liu Xing.

“What’s the matter?”

“I forfeit.”

Liu Xing was surprised. “You forfeit?”

“Yes. The virtue of knife skills lies in not killing. Only by forfeiting can I avoid killing.”

“Have you really thought it over? Is this your answer?”

“Yes!” Ma Bin nodded.

“Very well. You may go.”

“I passed?”

Liu Xing rolled his eyes and pointed to the stands. “You forfeited and still expect to pass? Go sit in the stands.”

Ma Bin was at a loss for words. This shouldn’t be! Shouldn’t Vice Alliance Leader Liu have given a knowing smile, said that only I understood the true purpose of the test, and then let me pass? How could it end before I, the Blade of the Imperial Kitchen, have made a name for myself?

Ma Bin was escorted to the stands while the competition continued.

Finally, Lu Yang made a move. He slowly rose, holding an ordinary kitchen knife, and strode toward the beast king, the Kui ox.

The Kui ox was on high alert. Its instincts from its bloodline told it that this was a formidable enemy capable of killing it.

Lu Yang raised his knife and brought it down. The Kui ox stood frozen in place, completely unharmed.

“What happened? What’s going on?” The audience was utterly befuddled. Is he trying to intimidate the Kui ox?

This is the level of the Successor of the Immortal Chef?

“Wait, look at what he’s holding in his hand!” Ma Bin had some genuine skill after all. He quickly noticed something amiss.

At some point, Lu Yang had grabbed an extremely thin sheet of paper that was nearly transparent in the sunlight.

“Let me see.” Liu Xing instantly teleported over and took the paper. He couldn’t feel any weight from it. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

He spread it open and discovered that it was shaped exactly like the Kui ox!

“You...This...”

“I split the Kui ox down the middle, then made another cut along the cross-section, and obtained this beef paper. The Kui ox didn’t react at all, and its wound healed instantly.”

Lu Yang tore off a small piece of the beef paper and put it in his mouth. As he chewed, the aroma of Kui beef filled his mouth. fгeewebnovёl.com

“I think that Fellow Daoist Ma Bin is right. The virtue of knife skills indeed lies in not killing. Vice Alliance Leader, would you like to taste it too?”

This beef paper was so thin that it was cooked instantly in the sunlight.

“That won’t do. Your knife skills are exquisite, but the beef paper is too thin to make even a single dish. Though you’ve demonstrated the virtue of knife skills, you are not a qualified spirit chef.” Liu Xing was extremely strict when it came to matters regarding spirit chefs.

“What’s so difficult about that?” Lu Yang laughed heartily. He knocked the Kui ox unconscious with the back of the blade, raised his knife, and brought it down again. In his hand now appeared a piece of meat with a marbled snowflake pattern.

Liu Xing’s pupils constricted sharply. An expression of utter disbelief spread across his visage.

This time, he saw it clearly. To the uninitiated, it appeared to be a single strike, but he could distinctly see Lu Yang deliver eighty-one cuts. After Lu Yang knocked out the Kui ox, he slit its skin with a single cut, dug out the upper foreshank, and afterward, the Kui ox’s hide healed perfectly.

The Kui ox was a Divine Transfiguration demon beast with strong regenerative abilities. By the time it woke, the missing portion would have already grown back. Yet the Kui ox itself would be completely unaware.

“Vice Alliance Leader Liu, if you still think there isn’t enough to eat, I can find a few more Kui oxen. I’ll carve out parts from each and piece them together. That should be sufficient to make a whole Kui ox.”

“You... pass,” Liu Xing said in a daze. This isn’t just passing—it’s practically breaking records! In the sixty-thousand-year history of the Spirit Chef Competition, such knife skills had never been witnessed in the five-star spirit chef category.

“By the way, how many cuts did you make just now?” Liu Xing suddenly asked before leaving.

Lu Yang calmly cupped his fists and smiled. “One hundred and eight cuts. Thank you for the kind acknowledgement.”