Seong Kwang brought out ham from somewhere. Ji-Cheok wondered if this ham was made from the ranch, but he didn’t feel like asking. The God that Seong Kwang worshiped was a God of livestock, not vegetarianism. Everyone had their own beliefs.

‘Tastes pretty good.’

Ji-Cheok used his Sword Qi to slice the ham as thinly as possible to make it into canapés. He knew that if he cut it too thick, it would become too salty to eat. Ji-Cheok put the thinly sliced ham on top of a piece of cheese and cracker to create a feast on the palate.

“It’s so interesting,” Ji-Han said.

“What is?” Ji-Cheok replied.

“I can’t believe that you would cut food using the Sword Qi. Also, the chopping board wasn’t damaged at all. I don’t think that’s a cooking skill, how did you do that?”

“Um… You just need to do it without using any skills.”

Everyone, except for Ji-Han, looked at Ji-Cheok in amazement.

“Without using any skills? Then, all the sword techniques we saw right now were not using actual skills?”

“There is no ham cutting skill among the Heaven and Earth Divine Arts.”

“I mean, of course. I get that, but…”

They all looked at Ji-Cheok as if he had just said something crazy.

Ji-Cheok had thought the same in the past. He’d never seriously...