The Celestial Weapon Chops Wood, Dragon Arrogance is Dumbfounded

As Chen Pingan walked down the street, many people still greeted him. 

"Mr. Chen," they called out repeatedly.

The origin of this "Mr. Chen" title dates back five years ago.

Back then, Chen Pingan had just moved to this town.

At that time, Chen Pingan had no skills, so to make a living, he had to find a job.

He couldn't do anything, so he thought he'd become a manual laborer.

But after just two days of hard labor, he couldn't take it anymore.

By chance, he knew that in this world martial arts were valued over literature, resulting in a relative lack of people studying literature and its subsequent stagnation.

So Chen Pingan, with a bit of literary talent and ability to recite poetry, became a teacher. 

He opened a small private school, specializing in teaching children.

So even though Chen Pingan no longer taught, in the eyes of the townspeople, he was still a teacher.

Moreover, he had a scholarly and elegant demeanor that perfectly fit the title.

Besides, even in their poor, remote town, there were still some educated people. 

They had heard Chen Pingan's poetry compositions, which were absolutely exquisite.

Unmatched by any before or since. 

When some of the literate people saw Chen Pingan, they would respectfully bow.

At the end of the town, a young man came out carrying a bundle on his back and a smile on his face. 

Behind him, a simple middle-aged couple saw him off.

This young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, quite handsome, with a scholarly air. 

Guo Zimu was planning to leave Qingxuan Town, and wanted to bid farewell to Chen Pingan, who was his literary mentor.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Chen Pingan and his eyes lit up with joy.

"Greetings, Teacher!" Guo Zimu bowed in the manner of a scholar.

Chen Pingan was very familiar with Guo Zimu, who would come see him often whenever he had free time. 

Especially when he had composed a new poem or had some academic question he didn't understand, he would come knocking.

"Zimu, where are you headed?" Chen Pingan smiled.

Before Guo Zimu could answer, his parents interjected: "Mr. Chen, we've heard that people from Shushanxuanyuan will be coming to Guangzhongcheng to recruit disciples soon, so Zimu wants to go try out."

Shushanxuanyuan was one of the top powers in the mortal realm. 

But unlike other powers that were sects or nations, it was an academy.

Moreover, it was an academy that focused on literary enlightenment!

Chen Pingan smiled encouragingly, "This is a great opportunity. Zimu must work hard and strive to become an immortal."

Guo Zimu nodded seriously. 

Chen Pingan chatted with Guo Zimu for a while longer, then left.

But not before gifting Guo Zimu a farewell poem.

Guo Zimu stood there dazed, watching Chen Pingan's elegant and amiable figure depart.

He murmured the poem Chen Pingan had just recited:

Leaving home young, returning old,

Hometown sounds unchanged, hair now gray.

Children meet but no longer know,

Laughing ask, "Sir, whence did you come today?"

As he recited it contemplatively,

He felt his knowledge had been elevated.

Overwhelming reverence filled his body.

Watching Chen Pingan's receding figure, he bowed deeply.

"Mr. Chen, if you didn't insist you were a mortal, I would think you a celestial being exiled to the human realm!"

Guo Zimu murmured.

Then, with one last longing look at his parents' tear-filled eyes brimming with both sadness and pride, he gathered his belongings and set off in one direction.

"Father, Mother, your son will make something of himself. I will let you live a good life one day..."

This was perhaps the dream and aspiration of every child leaving home.

Even if many never achieved it, many still persisted.

...

Chen Pingan entered the forest, searching for dried, dead trees to chop down.

Fresh wood still needed to be dried out, but they had run out of firewood at home, so he needed to chop some dead, dried trees.

After searching for a while, Chen Pingan reached the middle of the forest.

He found a dead tree and started hacking at it with his extremely sharp, golden long sword.

One swing, two swings...

At this moment, the celestial weapon desperately wanted to cry, even though it had no tears.

Since gaining its spiritual form, it had never done anything so humiliating. 

But to have a chance of becoming a divine weapon, it could only swallow its bitter tears.

Fortunately, no one was watching. 

If anyone saw this, it would probably bash its head against a tree to end its humiliation.

At first, Chen Pingan wasn't used to chopping wood, but as he swung the sword more, it felt smooth and natural.

It's worth mentioning that this sword was truly sharp. 

Faster than an axe, Chen Pingan had felled an entire tree in just a short while. 

"The weapons cultivators use really are powerful." 

Chen Pingan thought to himself. 

Since the sword couldn't be sold for spirit stones, it wasn't a bad thing. He could just use it for chopping firewood from now on.

As Chen Pingan busily chopped wood, not far away, a red-haired old man was walking towards him.

This old man was none other than Dragon Arrogance. 

At this moment, Dragon Arrogance moved about like an ordinary mortal, strolling and observing his surroundings, searching for his former residence.

It had been a very long time since he last lived here, so the house he used to live in was undoubtedly long gone.

But he still hoped to find some trace or remnant remaining.

As proof that he once lived in this place.

As he walked along, he finally spotted a crumbling half-wall of stone remaining.

This was the wall that used to surround his courtyard! 

Built by his own father's hands, with him helping at the time.

Seeing this sight before him, he closed his eyes. 

A warm current coursed through his heart.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards in a slight smile.

His parents had long passed away many years ago.

And he himself was already quite elderly.

But returning here, he felt like a child again.

Those years were quite wonderful...

"Hmm?" Just as a nostalgic smile crept across his face, suddenly he sensed something shift within his heart.

"Did my Dao heart just advance?" 

He had a feeling that the bottleneck obstructing his further progress had vanished!

If he diligently cultivated for a while longer, his cultivation would definitely reach new heights!

In this moment, he finally gained some insight.

"So this is the importance of cultivating the heart! Before, I thought bitter practice was the way. Little did I know, I was wrong all along."

He sat down on a rock and shook his head ruefully. 

After gazing at the surroundings for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he stood up.

"I no longer belong here. Father, Mother, your son departs."

Dragon Arrogance let out a long breath and decided to go look around the town area. 

But he hadn't gone far when his footsteps suddenly froze.

In that instant, his eyes bulged wide open.

As if he had witnessed something utterly horrifying.

"This...am I seeing things?!"

Dragon Arrogance had turned into a statue of clay. 

He blinked repeatedly and stared intently ahead once more.

Yet what met his eyes was still the jade-like figure of a man chopping wood.

It wasn't the man's appearance that stunned him so, but rather the sword in his hands!

Was that not the celestial weapon whose mere materialized aura had caused the heavens and earth to churn?!

He...he was actually using a celestial weapon to chop firewood?!

This...!