The Strongest Urban Son-in-law

Chapter 1605: Chapter 1633: Turmoil [2nd Update]

In no time, everyone arrived at the mountain forest behind the hill and began chopping wood. Each task was to chop thirty kilograms of firewood, and upon completion, they could return to the Punishment Hall and do whatever they wished.

Of course, they couldn’t leave the confines of the Punishment Hall. Everyone took out their weapons, some using knives and others swords. The disciples here were mostly below the Dao Realm, so almost everyone’s weapons were of Divine Artifact level.

There was not even one person using a Dao Artifact; after all, even a low-grade Dao Artifact was worth hundreds of Daoist Crystals. For a martial artist at the early stage of the Dao Realm, that was a considerable fortune. Even some True God Realm warriors couldn’t afford them, hence everyone was using Divine Artifact-level weapons for chopping wood, and it was very strenuous for them.

The trees on the mountain forest behind the Daoist School had absorbed nature’s spiritual energy for over a hundred years, rendering the wood extremely hard.

Their hardness had exceeded the alloys and diamonds on Earth and far surpassed them. Using Divine Artifacts to chop wood was still very laborious; usually, they needed at least two to three hours to complete their daily tasks.

At this moment, Ye Feng took out his upper-grade Holy Artifact, the Dark Sky Sword.

Instantly, a tremendously sharp aura spread all around. Everyone’s eyes revealed a look of shock: ”A Holy Artifact!”

Seeing this scene, everyone was incredibly surprised; they hadn’t expected Ye Feng to actually possess a Holy Artifact in his hand. They knew well what a Holy Artifact represented, and Ye Feng’s was an upper-grade one.

Even though the Daoist School was one of the Super Sects on the Spirit Martial Continent, it only possessed three upper-grade Holy Artifacts. Yet now, Ye Feng, a pinnacle of the True God, had taken out an upper-grade Holy Artifact, which shocked everyone immensely.

Ye Feng held his Dark Sky Sword and easily swung it at the trees. Instantly, the sword cut into the wood with ease, easily chopping the firewood into sections. As Ye Feng continued to swing, chopping the wood into several pieces, everyone watching had their lips twitching in discomfort, thinking it was such a waste of a Holy Artifact.

Using a Holy Artifact-level weapon for chopping wood was truly the squandering of a treasure, yet Ye Feng remained utterly calm.

In less than a minute, Ye Feng had finished thirty kilograms of firewood. Ye Feng looked at Zhang Meng, ”Let me help you...” With those words, Ye Feng continuously swung his Dark Sky Sword, and soon Zhang Meng’s firewood quota was met.

Zhang Meng’s eyes showed a look of gratitude, as he said to Ye Feng, ”Thank you, Brother Ye Feng!”

Ye Feng gave a slight nod, ”No need...” For Ye Feng, this was just something he could do effortlessly.

With both Zhang Meng and Ye Feng having completed their tasks, they could naturally leave. Ye Feng and Zhang Meng stored their firewood in their storage rings and headed to the straw hut in the Punishment Hall, arriving there shortly.

At that moment in the straw hut, Wang Cong was cultivating. Seeing Ye Feng and Zhang Meng return so soon, Wang Cong’s eyes showed a look of surprise, before he furrowed his brows in discontent, ”What’s going on with you guys? Didn’t I tell you to go chop wood?”

Zhang Meng responded, ”Wang Cong, of course, we’ve already chopped enough and completed our task, that’s why we returned!”

Upon hearing Zhang Meng’s words, Wang Cong immediately grew furious, his expression turning vicious, and he began to curse, ”Bullshit!”

Wang Cong rebuked, ”Do you two think I’m an idiot? Usually, you need at least two hours, and now you’ve been gone for less than the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, and you tell me you’ve completed the task?”

The light on Zhang Meng and Ye Feng’s storage rings flashed, and the firewood appeared beside them.

Zhang Meng calmly stated, ”Look, we indeed completed the task before returning.”

”How’s that possible?” Wang Cong’s eyes revealed a look of shock, but the firewood was clearly fresh-cut, easily discernible. Wang Cong was stunned, in less than the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, Ye Feng and Zhang Meng had completed the task.

Wang Cong’s face darkened, ”You two bastards, did you steal firewood from the storeroom?”

”Wang Cong, don’t falsely accuse us! Brother Ye Feng has a Holy Artifact; he can easily chop the spirit trees quickly with it. How could we possibly steal firewood from the storeroom?” Zhang Meng said angrily.

”A Holy Artifact!” Hearing Zhang Meng’s words, Wang Cong’s eyes flashed with shock, then turned greedy. He hadn’t expected Ye Feng, a pinnacle of the True God realm martial artist, to possess a Holy Artifact-level weapon.

Yet upon thinking, it was normal. As long as one achieved recognition with the Heavenly Dao on the Heavenly Realm Mountain and certified a Dao Position, one would get the Heavenly Dao’s reward, at least a low-grade Holy Artifact-level treasure, making Ye Feng’s possession logical.

Wang Cong casually nodded, then approached Ye Feng, taking Ye Feng’s firewood into his own storage ring, saying indifferently, ”Ye Feng, go gather another thirty kilograms; your thirty kilograms aren’t enough.”

Upon hearing Wang Cong’s command, Zhang Meng became unhappy, ”Wang Cong, what do you mean, why must Ye Feng chop again?”

”Slap!” No sooner had Zhang Meng spoken than Wang Cong slapped him heavily across the face.

Being caught off guard, Zhang Meng’s feet left the ground, and he flew backward several meters before falling to the ground, stunned by Wang Cong’s slap, unclear about Wang Cong’s intentions.

Wang Cong’s face contorted as he shouted furiously, ”Are you stupid? Ye Feng may have completed his task, but what about mine? Don’t I need thirty kilograms? Remember, I need to chop thirty kilograms too, and you ask such stupid questions?”

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhang Meng’s mouth, his face extremely unsightly, yet he didn’t explode in anger.

Zhang Meng and Wang Cong, both Infinite True Gods at Great Perfection, had not much difference in strength, but Wang Cong had a protector master behind him, whereas Zhang Meng had none. He dared not provoke Wang Cong.

Wang Cong said coldly, ”Hurry and go chop wood; what are you standing here for? Treating my words like the wind in your ears?”

Ye Feng remained serene, looking at Wang Cong.