Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 106: Please accept a disciple’s bow!

After watching Qin Zi enter the abyss, Qin Chuan left its side, since waiting around was pointless.

More importantly,

he had his eyes on the big, pig-killing enthusiast Zhou Xiang, because, as the genre dictates, these unique characters in a cultivation world often have something special about them.

Definitely worth a little coaxing...

The Zhou Family owns a massive pig farm, specifically for raising pigs, and it houses a slaughterhouse.

The Martial Arts World is not divorced from earthly needs; apart from a few strong individuals, most people need to eat.

Pork is essential.

Of course, given the Zhou Family’s status, they don’t actually need to raise pigs themselves if they want pork; a single command and their many subordinate forces supply them with endless amounts.

This pig farm was established by the Fifth Elder, mainly to satisfy his grandson’s embarrassing hobby—pig slaughtering!

Embarrassing as it might be.

But after all, it’s his grandson, so such a simple request must be met. Moreover, it’s just a matter of saying a word.

"Oww—"

"Oww—"

The sharp cries of pig slaughter came from within the slaughterhouse as a three-hundred-pound fatty easily pinned down a struggling fat pig with his left hand, while his right hand wielded the slaughter knife, stabbing directly into the pig’s throat.

"Squelch..."

Instantly, a large quantity of blood gushed out, flowing into the large basin already prepared below, via the pig-slaughtering knife.

"Master Zhou Xiang, magnificent!"

"Master Zhou Xiang is divine with the blade!"

"This pig-slaughtering technique is becoming increasingly perfect. I could feel the pig expressing happiness as it was stabbed."

"Yes, yes, I saw it too, right there on the spot."

The butchers, bare-chested around, each displayed admiration, pandering loudly.

"Not bad, not bad, again!"

Fat Zhou Xiang was visibly pleased, waved his slaughter knife grandly, and immediately, another pig was led over.

In truth, every butcher there had a pig, queued up and waiting to be slaughtered.

Others were responsible for dragging the slaughtered pigs away, either to various kitchens or outside to sell.

It had clearly become an assembly line!

As for Fat Zhou Xiang, he specialized in the cut, slaughter routine, killing at least thousands of pigs per day.

But strangely enough,

normal butchers might gather some murderous aura after a few hundred kills a year, but despite slaughtering so many pigs daily, with the knife going in white and coming out red, he had no murderous aura at all.

When he was not holding a knife, he appeared as a harmless idiot son of a landlord.

"Oww—"

Another pig was stabbed.

Whether it was an illusion or not, as the pig was stabbed, its eyes narrowed, seemingly genuinely showing an expression of happiness.

Then its body twitched suddenly, and nothing else mattered as blood gushed out, like a free offering.

"What exquisite technique!"

At this moment, a voice of admiration arose.

Whoosh!

Everyone turned to see a composed young man in white approaching slowly, his aura serene but commanding.

He seemed to have an invisible halo around him, and as he neared, the bloodstain on the ground parted automatically, making a clean path.

"Greetings, sir!"

"Greetings, sir!"

The butchers were terrified, kneeling on the ground, recognizing the presence of a real big shot.

A profound big shot!

These people were just ordinary butchers, at most Body Tempering stage, among the lowest in the world.

After all, if you ask powerful individuals to slaughter pigs, the nature changes, which is why Zhou Xiang purposely selected regular people.

For them, although the world was not short of strong individuals, those powerful figures soaring high were not ones they could meet.

Now, with such a superpower appearing before them, how could they not be awed, how could they not be shaken?

"Are you... Elder Qin Chuan?"

Fat Zhou Xiang was briefly stunned and then recognized Qin Chuan.

The Zhou Family wasn’t isolated, and their upper ranks had long investigated Qin Chuan and his son’s backgrounds.

After all, even precious Fire Phoenix Nest passes were given to them, so how could they not know to whom they were given?

No such absurd thing would happen.

Qin Chuan strolled over leisurely, smiling, praising: "Your strokes seem casual, yet they secretly align with the pig’s heartbeat frequency and emotional climax."

"Moreover, your knife is strikingly precise, puncturing at exactly the right moment and spot."

"In this way, you flawlessly block the pig’s fear emotions, and at its emotional peak, you sever its pain nerves, inducing a sense of ultimate comfort."

"This stroke allows the pig to experience the greatest joy in its dying moment, perhaps the only joy in its life."

"You could say you are not slaughtering pigs, but using death to impart a new meaning to its life, completing the pig’s life." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"What seems like killing is actually creating; this... is unparalleled art!"

Qin Chuan gazed at Zhou Xiang as if seeing an exquisite treasure, his eyes full of undisguised admiration.

"This!!!"

Zhou Xiang’s body quivered, his pupils dilating instantly.

Feeling as if his heart was struck by something, a warm current instantly flowed through his body, and his blood surged like magma.

It was excitement.

It was shock.

It was emotion!!

How many years had it been since anyone praised him like this, and it wasn’t empty flattery but words that touched his heart!

This was exactly what he was doing, what he had in his heart, yet couldn’t articulate in words.

This person... truly understood him!!

"Elder, how... how did you know?"

Zhou Xiang asked, his hand holding the slaughter knife trembling, his chubby flesh quivering due to his inner unrest.

At this moment, he saw Qin Chuan as the only confidant in his life—a regret of meeting too late!!

"Because we are kindred spirits."

Qin Chuan smiled and approached, gently saying, "I can feel that every cut you make contains no hint of killing intent, but bears profound goodwill, even love."

"You pity their fate; knowing they inevitably face slaughter, an unchangeable destiny, you let them die with less pain in your way."

"This is a great love, great compassion."

Qin Chuan’s voice was low, his face seemingly showing some grief, giving a sense of compassion for all.

And Zhou Xiang shivered with excitement.

He was like a misunderstood and reviled believer, trudging alone, suddenly meeting a person who shared his faith—what immense fortune, what immense emotion?

"Thud!"

Finally, he drove the slaughter knife onto the table, knelt before Qin Chuan, and said, "Please, Elder, take me as your disciple!!"

At this moment, he only wished to become an apprentice.

For he knew that the elder before him shared his compassion and walked the same path but had traveled farther!

This being further.

Was not about cultivation level, but the height of his thoughts and the exploration and practice of this shared path.

In fact, he didn’t care about cultivation level; if he wanted powerful cultivation, wouldn’t it just be a matter of breaking through?

However, the world was a mess.

Everything else was secondary.

Even the most invincible fighting force, in his view, was merely a trivial path, unworthy of pursuit.

His Great Dao was slaughtering pigs, slaughtering pigs, endlessly slaughtering pigs. Until the pigs were slaughtered, he would not become enlightened!

"You need not become an apprentice, for I have nothing to teach you; you have already found your Great Dao."

Qin Chuan smiled and spoke.

This chubby guy who had been throwing tantrums before his grandfather now seemed as serious and determined as ever.

Kneeling solemnly, he said, "In learning, there’s no precedence; the one who reaches is the master. You have gone further than me; I respect you and wish to call you teacher. Teacher, please accept my bow!"