553: Chapter 553's main characteristic is its immense strength, and the golden stele.

"That's right! It's self-created. At the moment, it's not very refined, so I haven't used it before."

Yao Shinian continued with a straight face, "I can learn any of those Cultivation Techniques in the light orbs after just one glance, so I can definitely invent one myself."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Father said that a pig butcher must learn to sharpen their own knife; one cannot always rely on others."

Qin Wushang felt that this logic seemed off somewhere, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where.

"What kind of knife technique is it?" He asked curiously.

"I haven't thought of a name for it yet." Yao Shinian stood up, clutching her Butcher Knife, eager to try.

"I can demonstrate it for you first." She cleared her throat, gripped the knife with both hands, and struck an extremely simple starting pose.

It looked exactly like a butcher in a wet market lifting a knife to chop meat.

"First Form: Piggy, Run Fast!" She slashed out with the blade.

The momentum of the blade was fast, but not the sharp, fierce kind of fast; rather... it was like chasing a pig.

The blade dragged an arc across the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, while she added sound effects with her mouth. "Hoh! Hoh! Go on with you!"

There was no blade light, no Killing Intent, not even any ripple of the Dao.

Qin Wushang silently took half a step back.

Yao Shinian was not satisfied. She retracted the blade, frowned in thought, and then struck a new pose.

This time, she held the blade above her head, with the back of the blade facing forward, as if she were about to slap something.

"Second Form: Knock It Out First!" She brought the blade down in a slap.

The blade didn't slash; she used the back of it to strike. The force was immense, slamming into the starry sky, causing the starry sky itself to collapse and making the hem of Qin Wushang's clothes flutter.

"How was that?" She turned her head and asked with a broad smile.

"...Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!" Yao Shinian widened her eyes and said very earnestly, "Don't underestimate it. If this slap lands on a pig's forehead, it will pass out immediately, saving it from kicking around while being bled."

The corners of Qin Wushang's mouth twitched. He felt like he was being teased, yet this person looked completely serious!

Yao Shinian pondered for a while longer, then her eyes lit up, as if she had found inspiration.

She took a deep breath, and her entire demeanor suddenly quieted down. Then she closed her eyes, as if recalling something, and slowly raised the blade.

"Third Form: Braise Your Head." The blade fell.

This strike was different. The blade light was still plain, but there was a faint halo on the edge, like a layer of hot oil.

Where the blade passed, the Dao itself became scorching hot, and one could vaguely smell... the scent of meat?

Qin Wushang widened his eyes: "Do you have to be this absurd?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Father said that sooner or later, I will be a Great Grandmaster of the blade, with the hope of establishing a sect and becoming an ancestor."

Yao Shinian retracted the blade and patted the blade body triumphantly.

"Father said, the highest Realm of pig butchering is that with one strike, the pig immediately turns into braised pork."

"I haven't mastered it yet, but it should be soon. My feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

Qin Wushang was silent for a long time. He started to doubt whether the Father this person kept talking about was actually reliable!

Was that really a peerless expert? How could they teach such a person!

"Your knife technique... I think it should have a name, otherwise how will you establish a sect and become an ancestor?" Qin Wushang retorted.

"Hmm, indeed. However, I have already thought of one just now."

"I have to thank you, you gave me sudden inspiration." Yao Shinian hugged her Butcher Knife, smiling until her eyes curved into crescents.

"Let's call it the Yao Shinian Happy Butcher Knife Technique. Or the Happy Pig Knife for short."

"It has more words than Father's, so it has indeed surpassed him."

Qin Wushang: "..." It actually makes f***ing sense!

Surpassing in word count—that is also a form of surpassing; he actually had no way to refute it!

Qin Wushang turned his head to look at the countless Prodigies sitting cross-legged in the starry sky. If those people knew that they were walking alongside the creator of a Happy Pig Knife technique, he wondered what their expressions would be.

He said, "Let's go!" "Where to?" "Farther away from you."

Qin Wushang didn't look back as he headed toward the stone stele. "I'm afraid of being infected by you."

Yao Shinian: "..." "I feel like you are looking down on me." Watching Qin Wushang approach the stone stele, she couldn't help but say that.

This did not get an answer! Qin Wushang looked at the stone stele, his gaze falling on the characters inscribed upon it.

There was some record here regarding Qin Wuqing.

"Both surnamed Qin... Could it be the same as me? Could this be an Old Ancestor of my clan?" "But that's not right... The Old Ancestor of my clan, the First Ancestor, is Old Ancestor The spirit!"

Qin Wushang shook his head slightly. The First Ancestor of the Desolate Ancient Qin Clan was The spirit. Of course, tracing back even further, it was possible that an Emperor had appeared! But the Qin Clan had no records of that era.

"Lingxiao Holy Fist... Gained from meditating under the Dao Comprehension Tea Tree... Concentrates the power of the vast clear sky into one fist, piercing through the Physical Body Origin, breaking through protective dao rhyme..."

"It doesn't seem to have anything special about it," Qin Wushang whispered.

The Lingxiao Holy Fist only had one fist, and the Profound Truth of that one fist... he summarized it as simply needing great strength!

He always felt that Qin Wuqing hadn't comprehended anything under the Dao Comprehension Tea Tree, but simply had great strength and called it the Lingxiao Holy Fist.

"Hum!" Suddenly, the characters on the stone stele dimmed and disappeared!

"Uh... I didn't guess right, did I? It's not going to stop me from learning it, right!" Qin Wushang raised an eyebrow.

The characters were gone, so the Legacy naturally did not appear.

"Why learn it? Just like you said, I also feel it's just purely great strength." Yao Shinian retorted.

She didn't have much interest in this so-called Lingxiao Holy Fist, but unfortunately, this Legacy... insisted on imprinting itself deep within her Sea of Consciousness!

"Let's go, there's more ahead." Qin Wushang slowly moved forward.

The deeper they went, the greater the pressure became. However, for his current Physical Body, this pressure was not enough to make him stop.

He looked at the recorded Cultivation Techniques, looked at the Cultivation Techniques created by the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo... they all had one characteristic: they were exceptionally powerful and extremely domineering!

He only looked and didn't have much interest in learning them. Instead, Yao Shinian piqued his interest.

She was surprisingly unaffected as well, following his pace and arriving at the deepest part.

At the very deepest part, there was only one stele! This was a golden stele; even from afar, it looked like a sun.

Qin Wushang traversed the distant starry sky and saw it clearly. Then, he was completely stunned!

The Golden Stele! Like the previous steles, as his Qi and blood permeated it, he could see the characters.

"Qin Wushang!!!"