Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
“I found this within the realm.” He didn’t expound on this particular point and instead looked to Long Di.
“Dear benefactor, for the request and favour of feeding a starving monk, I offer you this knife.”
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Long Di accepted and brandished it with a few swings. He had to admit that spiritual artefacts had a different air about them than secular weapons. It was one thing to read about them in books, but it was another thing to experience them.
Even though it was a knife, Long Di was sure that were he to imbue this knife with tribulation lightning, it would fare much better than the bronze sabre.
Though the latter was of extraordinary quality, it was still only a secular weapon. Whoever that bronze seat was, he was of a low rank in the Iron Body Forge Sect.
After getting a few practice swings in, Long Di felt much better handling the knife.
Suddenly, his aura changed as he prepared to cut the ‘turkey.’ Untethered Monk’s smiling expression didn’t change, but he opened his eyes a crack to observe Long Di deeply.
Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing! Shing!
Several knife lights flashed for an instant, sending five pieces of meat flying. These were all from a leg and they filled the plates they fell on.
Long Di didn’t have any plates, but he did have some metal rods that he used as shish kabob spikes.
He gave one spike to Yaomu Shou, who took it with a smile and the other to Mina who surprisingly thanked him. Though it was one leg, everyone received a sizeable portion. The Monarch Gale Crow was a massive beast and as a result, just one leg was enough for everyone here and there was still more than half of the leg remaining.
Long Di didn’t start eating and just observed everyone else to see their expressions when they took a bite.
He never received any sort of acknowledgement from his uncle. Then again, the old man was the embodiment of the term ‘toxic fam.’
Putting the abuse aside, he never smiled once when eating the meals he ordered Long Di to cook.
Because of this, Long Di likened his cooking skills to crap. This was one of t
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