C5 He Is Ning Gao

He targeted a pig and brought his blade down with a swift motion.

A rich surge of spiritual energy transferred from the pig into Ning Gao, invigorating him instantly.

The boost he received from one pig was nearly the equivalent of five chickens. Glancing back at the expansive pigsty, Ning Gao's eyes burned with intensity.

Hours later, the entire crew responsible for pig slaughter stood nearby, dumbfounded, watching Ning Gao still hard at work.

"What are you lot doing? Get back to work!"

The overseer stormed over, brandishing his whip and cracking it in the air.

The workers who took the brunt of the lash wore expressions of injustice, gesturing towards the slaughter platform, "That kid's hogged all the work. We can't match his pace..."

Upon hearing this, the overseer marched forward.

"Can't match his pace? Who in their right mind works themselves to death like this..."

He hadn't gone far when he collided with a veritable wall of meat.

"Who left this here?!"

He wiped his face, incensed at the sight of pork piled haphazardly, and bellowed in frustration.

Circling around, the overseer came to a standstill, shocked.

The logistics department had set a goal to slaughter three hundred pigs today—a full day's labor. Yet there, a youthful silhouette wielded a black iron pig-slaughtering knife, darting through the pigsty.

He pursued each pig, brandishing his knife, blood splattering the ground, transforming the pigsty into a bloody river.

The young man was drenched in blood, resembling an Asura emerging from the depths of hell.

"Who... Who is he?"

The figure, now indistinguishable from his former self, was someone the steward had never seen in his years of service. He collapsed to the ground, quivering as he asked.

"Boss, that's Ning Gao."

The workers hurried to assist the steward to his feet, speaking in hushed tones.

"Ning Gao? The good-for-nothing young master?"

The steward's brow furrowed, his face etched with disbelief.

He remembered Ning Gao as nothing more than a layabout living off his father's strength.

Hadn't he been severely beaten at the martial arts competition among the three great families just a few days ago? He had barely recovered since then. How could he possibly be this full of life?

Gazing at the wall of pork beside him, there had to be at least twenty pigs.

In the past, Ning Gao would have struggled to slaughter these in a single day. How on earth did he manage to finish in just half a day?

And yet, he was chasing pigs around as if it were no big deal.

"Ning Gao!"

To get confirmation, the steward bellowed.

The silhouette in the pigpen turned and dashed over to the steward, knife in hand.

"Steward, do you need anything else?" Ning Gao looked up and asked, his gaze still flicking back.

"Did you tell them not to work?" The steward regarded Ning Gao with contempt, still skeptical of the workers' earlier claims.

"Uh, Steward, could I ask a favor of you?" Ning Gao swallowed hard, his mind racing with plans.

"Go ahead."

Noticing Ning Gao's impressive work efficiency, the steward's demeanor had softened considerably from before.

"I'd like to work here; could you possibly speak to Brother Ning Hu on my behalf?"

Though he'd only been there for half a day, the gains he'd made were on par with a month's worth of training. Ning Gao was determined not to leave such an advantageous position.

"Do you really think I'd approach Ning Hu for your sake?"

The steward's voice grew icy in an instant.

He finally realized why the former young master was so industrious today; he was trying to break free from Ning Hu's grip.

The steward was aware of Ning Hu's habitual bullying of Ning Gao, but it simply wasn't prudent to antagonize Ning Hu on his account.