Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

Snow Moon City, Evergreen Pavilion.

The morning sunlight shone on the cutting board in the back kitchen, which had been chopped hundreds of times by who knows who.

"One thousand sticks... one thousand sticks..."

Wushuang muttered to himself, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

He spread his hands slightly in the air, his ten fingers moving rhythmically as if playing an invisible zither.

On the cutting board in front of him, the small, bright red flying sword called "Cloud Shuttle" was like a busy little bee, flitting around an ordinary potato.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The faint cutting sounds continued incessantly, so fast that it was impossible to hear the specific sounds.

"Wait, wait! This piece is cut too thick! Are you making French fries?"

Su Changqing sat on a rocking chair to the side, holding a cup of freshly brewed Enlightenment Tea in his hand, leisurely crossing his legs, while constantly spouting "taunts".

"And that one! It's broken! Broken, you know? Without a coherent sword intent, the potato shreds you cut have no soul!"

Wushuang was scolded until her face turned red, and she felt so bitter inside.

"Sir, these potatoes are irregularly shaped to begin with; it's too difficult to cut them into uniformly thin slices!"

He couldn't help but complain, "And they have to be able to thread a needle? That's an insane requirement! Even the imperial chefs couldn't do that!"

"Royal chefs? That's a skill, yours is swordsmanship!"

Su Changqing put down his teacup, casually picked up a freshly cut shredded potato from the side, and shook it in his hand.

"Look at this one. It's thin, but it lacks resilience; it's all limp. True swordsmanship should be a balance of strength and flexibility. Even when cut into thin strips, it should retain that unyielding pride!"

"Shredded potatoes should have an air of arrogance?"

Wushuang felt like her brain wasn't working properly. Was she chopping vegetables or meditating?

"Nonsense! Everything has a spirit, potatoes are no exception!"

Su Changqing spoke nonsense with a straight face, "Think about it, if you could use a flying sword to slice potatoes into strands as fine as hair, each strand imbued with sword intent, then when you use this technique on an enemy..."

"hiss--"

Wushuang gasped, the image flashing through his mind: countless sword threads raining down, the enemy instantly sliced ​​into... human-shaped potato shreds?

How cruel!

But it seems... it's also very strong!

"I understand!"

A glint flashed in his eyes, "This is what they call 'meticulous attention to detail'!"

He compressed the immense sword intent to its extreme, transforming it into countless tiny sword threads, penetrating everywhere and indestructible!

"That's right, this move is called—Potato Shred Sword Intent!"

Su Changqing named it on the spot.

"Earth...potato shreds sword intent?"

Wushuang's face fell. "Sir, could you please change your name? It sounds too rustic and not imposing at all."

"A name is just a label, as long as it works," Su Changqing waved his hand. "Hurry up and cut! If we don't finish cutting this basket of potatoes, we won't have lunch!"

"yes!"

For lunch (mainly for kendo), Musou once again threw himself into the frenzied task of chopping vegetables.

This time, he calmed down.

He no longer thought about the prestige of a sword immortal, nor about whether a name was good or bad.

All he could see was the potato and the flying sword in his hand.

Gradually.

His sword intent began to change.

The sharp, arrogant edge that was once so aggressive began to gradually recede, becoming more reserved and subtle.

Under his control, the flying sword seemed to come alive.

It is no longer a simple cutting process, but rather it moves through the texture of the potato, following its veins, breaking it down into countless even and thin threads.

Each thread was crystal clear, and each thread emitted a faint, cold light.

"It's done!"

Half an hour later.

Wushuang stared at the pile of potato shreds on the cutting board, which looked like silver threads, her eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

He picked one up and held it up to the sunlight; it could even pass through the eye of a needle!

"Good lad, you've got a good grasp of things."

Su Changqing walked over, glanced at it, and nodded, a rare occurrence for him. "Although it's still a bit rough, it's passable. Alright, take it and stir-fry it, don't waste it."

"Stir-fried...stir-fried?"

Wushuang was taken aback.

"Nonsense, why would we cut up so much and save it for the New Year? Today's staff meal is just stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar!"

After finishing his sentence, Su Changqing strolled to the front hall with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the front hall was bustling with activity.

"Two bowls of the 'Heartbreak Rice'! One serving of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall! Hurry, hurry!"

"Okay!"

With a shout, Lei Wujie transformed into a red whirlwind, weaving freely through the crowded passageway.

His movement skills were completely different from before.

Not only is it faster, but it's also more agile and more unpredictable.

He was like a gust of wind, omnipresent yet elusive.

"Buzzing—"

A fly, oblivious to the danger, flew in and circled around a plate of freshly cooked food.

"Where did these flies come from? Daring to steal food?"

Lei Wujie, who was delivering food, narrowed his eyes, but did not stop walking, and the tray in his hand remained as steady as Mount Tai.

But his other hand reached out at an incredibly fast speed!

brush!

Two fingers, like iron clamps, precisely caught the fly that was still flying in mid-air!

"Hehe, got you!"

Lei Wujie smiled smugly, flicked the fly away, and continued delivering food. The whole process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest pause. Even the fly didn't realize how it had died.

"Impressive footwork!"

The surrounding diners cheered.

"This waiter is amazing! His skills are probably on par with top-tier martial arts masters!"

"I heard he's the young master of Lei Family Fortress? When did Lei Family Fortress switch to food delivery?"

Hearing everyone's praise, Lei Wujie felt incredibly pleased. All the hardship he'd endured these past few days had definitely paid off!

however.

Before he could even be happy for long...

Su Changqing's low voice rang in his ears: "Catching flies without washing your hands? Deduct five taels from your wages."

Lei Wujie: "..."

The smile froze on his face.

Brother-in-law! Are you a devil?!

Just as Lei Wujie was on the verge of tears and was about to go to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Suddenly, a cacophony of hoofbeats and noise came from outside the door.

"Make way! Make way! Unauthorized personnel, please get out of the way!"

A group of guards dressed in brocade robes and carrying long swords at their waists rudely pushed aside the crowd queuing at the entrance and forcibly cleared a passage.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely luxurious carriage, adorned with royal insignia, slowly came to a stop in front of Changqing Tower.

A young man dressed in black with a cold expression stepped down from the carriage.

His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept over the surrounding crowd, then he raised his head high and shouted at the tavern door:

"The White Prince's Mansion, guarding the underworld, is hereby ordered to pay respects to Mr. Su!"