Food System in Cultivation World-Chapter 450 - 416: Knife Skills of the Red Kitchen

Chapter 450: Chapter 416: Knife Skills of the Red Kitchen

Chen Xu had not used the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique in a duel for a long time.

It was not that he had abandoned the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique, but rather because there were no opportunities for combat.

Just now, when dealing with a few puppets, he mainly used the Fire Control Skill, with the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique as a supplement, using his palm as a knife, and occasionally performing a few moves of the sword technique.

To avoid the Fire Control Skill being too powerful, burning the puppets to molten iron in a few moves and thus exposing his true Foundation Establishment cultivation at the Golden Core Stage.

Unexpectedly, the puppets in front of him learned his Firewood Splitting Knife Technique after only two rounds of combat.

Yes, although the puppet in front of him was summoned anew by Master Mao, the core used by the puppet was among those rescued earlier by Master Mao.

The key to a puppet lies in its core; as long as the core remains unchanged, the puppet can retain combat memory.

Such puppets often become stronger the more they are used, as if gaining another "lifetime" experience with each new body.

In the end, such a puppet can be equivalent to a top-tier war cultivator with a hundred battles under its belt.

Master Mao proudly informed Chen Xu:

"Disciple, this is the Hundred Battle Puppet, one of the specialties of our Divine Mechanism Sect.

Although the Hundred Refinements Sect also produces Hundred Battle Puppets, theirs are merely so-called ’Hundred Battle’ puppets.

In truth, the cores of their puppets at the Foundation Establishment stage can only withstand five body swaps before being scrapped, and at the Golden Core stage, only three.

Unlike our puppets, those at the Foundation Establishment stage can withstand ten swaps, and at the Golden Core stage, five swaps.

Each puppet has more potential than those of the Hundred Refinements Sect, and these puppets before you were personally crafted by me, with each puppet core capable of supporting fifteen swaps!"

It turns out that so-called Hundred Battle Puppets also have different levels and qualities.

Not every puppet can truly undergo a ’hundred battles.’

However, if the body of the puppet can be treated with care, allowing each ’lifetime’ to exist and fight longer.

Even with only fifteen ’reincarnations’ available, these puppets could still truly become masters of combat.

Chen Xu finally understood why Master Mao repeatedly emphasized not to completely destroy the puppet bodies.

At this moment, facing the three puppets that suddenly closed in for a slash, Chen Xu’s thoughts shifted, his figure flickered, instantly escaping the encirclement.

He raised his hand and grabbed a single knife from the weapon rack beside the battle platform.

As the knife entered his hand, countless memories of practicing the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique flooded his mind.

Chen Xu recalled every move and thought from his initial learning of the sword technique.

Why did he practice the sword back then?

What is a sword?

Chen Xu questioned himself and then answered his own question.

The sword is a weapon.

A weapon that carves a path in a world of darkness and chaos!

It was the weapon that, during countless dark nights of the past, supported his desperate fight for survival, breaking free from predicaments, moving forward.

To learn the art is to make the great power of heaven and earth your own.

To learn the sword is to wield personal prowess against heaven and earth!

He could not forget the original intention of his cultivation, what was his original intention?

It was to become stronger, ever stronger.

To be so strong that heaven and earth would no longer conceal anything before him, strong enough to roam freely in all directions.

And never to be like before, trapped in a small cottage in Jichuan County, powerless against the whims of fate, like a trapped beast.

Now, Chen Xu seemed to have acquired decent cultivation and a bright future.

But how could merely being at the Golden Core Stage be enough?

He had to continue forward, take countless steps further!

The sword in his hand was his original confidence.

He needed to dominate it completely, so that each strike could possess both mountainous power and be capable of fine artistic carving.

The three puppets mobilized the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, like tides, like waves, slashing at Chen Xu one after another.

The wondrous Three Talents Formation made it so that, no matter where Chen Xu faced, he always had to contend with at least two puppets at the same time.

Taking care of the front meant neglecting the back, taking care of the left meant ignoring the right.

How could he resolve this predicament?

Either break through with overwhelming force, or outperform the body technique of the three puppets with more exquisite precision, with swifter speed.

He also had to avoid being trapped by the spiritual energy confinement of the puppets, and not let their formation disturb his body movements.

This required extreme control over his True Yuan, as well as a keen sensitivity to every tiny fluctuation of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

This was difficult, and Chen Xu managed it!

He did not know that, at this moment, with the single knife in his hand, in Master Mao’s eyes, he seemed to transform into a gleam of the sword light dancing within the gaps of spiritual energy.

As they say, a fleeting glimpse, nothing more.

The rise and fall of the knife, like the skillful butchery of cattle, each strike landed precisely on the critical nodes of the puppet’s Spiritual Qi operation.

Chen Xu did not overexert his True Yuan; compared to the past sharpness of the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique, the present him had learned a key concept: restraint!

To restrain, yet not blindly so.

The purpose of restraint was not retreat, but to attack the enemy’s weaknesses under the minimal consumption of resources.

This control bore a fascinating resemblance to the knife skills of a chef in the kitchen.

Slice, thin as a cicada’s wing.

Shred, every strand must be even.

Dice, each piece must be square and neat...

The sword dances on the cutting board, every ingredient achieving its ideal shape.

Bang!

Chen Xu suddenly twisted the single knife in his hand, creating a flourish, the sword flipped within his palm.

He aimed the blunt edge at himself, and with a tremendous slash, struck the shoulder of an approaching puppet.

Buzz!

The back of the knife vibrated, emitting a continuous hum.

In that instant, though it seemed Chen Xu had made just one cut, it actually generated thousands of mysterious vibrations on the puppet’s body.

Slashing the puppet with the back of the knife, it was as if he was tenderizing meat with the back of the blade!

Chen Xu’s Divine Thought dispersed, elevating his Heart and Spirit to the extreme, the various intricacies of the Firewood Splitting Knife Technique coursing through his mind repeatedly.

He suddenly felt as if what he held in his hand was no longer a sword, but a part of his will, an extension of his Heart Soul.

After the knife fell, the puppet before him froze in place.

Its exterior was unscathed, but all the internal formation nodes had been destroyed.

At this moment, the other two puppets lunged at Chen Xu from behind.

Chen Xu seized the opportunity to turn and swipe, consecutive slashes like flowing clouds and water.

Bang! Bang!

Again using the back of the knife to strike the two puppets’ shoulders, causing their bodies to immediately stiffen, standing still, unable to move.

Who could have imagined that mere moments ago, these three seemingly "scrapped" puppets were locked in fierce combat with Chen Xu?

Until now, Chen Xu had finally resolved all three puppets.

He felt exhilarated, filled with joy.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Master Mao’s gaze—

It was an indescribable mix of complexity and delight, an eager excitement, along with a hint of confusion and deep thought.

Chen Xu’s heart immediately skipped a beat, and he swiftly retracted his True Yuan, cold sweat breaking out as he composed himself.

All three puppets were immobilized, and Chen Xu himself appeared exhausted.

His sword-wielding arm trembled, and suddenly, he heard a "clang" sound.

It was the knife in his hand, slipping from his grasp, falling to the ground.

Chen Xu staggered, his body swaying.

Struggling to speak, he uttered: "Master, your disciple, fortunately, has not failed the mission..."

Bang!

The next step saw him collapsing to the ground.

"Oh, my disciple!"