Xiao Huohuo's Self-Imagination: This is the Demeanor of an Expert!

In front of the thatched hut, Chu Feng glanced back and pouted.

"Seeing how seriously that youngster is cultivating, I wonder if he's actually making progress."

Chu Feng looked up at the sky, reminiscing.

It seemed like in the movies he watched in his past life, people cultivated like this, right?

Following the tropes in movies, just practicing according to the cultivation methods given in the comics, you could always achieve something.

If this world really worked that way.

Then, as the novels from his past life said, sensing the existence of spiritual energy of heaven and earth should be very simple.

Even with ordinary talent, ten days would be enough.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng was still very confident.

The Method of Entering the Dao he taught was a culmination of the great achievements in cultivation novels from his past life.

After sifting through countless options, he had selected the most suitable one for Xiao Huohuo to cultivate.

Moreover, the wording and steps were so convincing that not only Xiao Huohuo, a naive young man who enjoyed storybooks in a martial arts world, but even he, who lived in modern society in his past life, would have been fooled.

However, as he thought, his brow furrowed.

"He should be able to sense the existence of spiritual energy, right?"

"If ten days pass and this youngster still can't sense it."

He scanned the surroundings, then his gaze fell back on the thatched hut, a worried expression on his face.

"That would mean this world might truly have no spiritual energy."

"If that's the case, then I'll have to pack up and run."

"At the very least, I can't stay here."

Right now, Xiao Huohuo was still being deceived by him. But when Xiao Huohuo truly realized the truth.

And discovered he had been tricked, all his aspirations shattered like bubbles, and his hopes for winning the promised three-year pact dashed.

The pent-up frustration from this would be no joke.

Right now, Xiao Huohuo could still call him "Master" with every breath, but Xiao Huohuo, having lost everything, might mobilize the entire Dongli City to hunt him down for revenge.

Thinking of this, a hint of panic flickered across Chu Feng's face.

"I hope he can truly comprehend something."

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Chu Feng glanced at the wooden hut. There was still not much movement inside. He sighed and lay down on a tree branch as thick as his thigh, closing his eyes.

Not long after, a sizzling sound reached his ears.

Chu Feng opened his eyes and glanced down.

Below, Xiao Huohuo was clumsily setting up the campfire in front of him.

With a sizzle, he lit the firewood with flint.

Once the flames were strong enough, he placed the earthen pot on top, and soon the water inside began to boil.

Xiao Huohuo stared at the boiling water, hesitated for a moment, and then, with a pang of regret, tossed in the blood ginseng and some other spiritual medicines.

Soon, a circle of blood-red bubbles floated up in the medicine pot.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the pot, spreading through the forest.

A short while later, Chu Feng's voice came from the tree branch.

"Is the food ready yet?"

Hearing this, Xiao Huohuo nodded vigorously.

"Master, almost, almost."

As he spoke, he fanned the campfire, his eyes never leaving the medicine pot.

Chu Feng nodded gently.

"I'm a bit tired of eating meat these past two days, so let's have something lighter."

As Chu Feng said this, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

A few nights ago, the youngster had been sleeping soundly, allowing him to sneak out in the middle of the night to raid rabbit nests. The next day, he would leave the rabbits at the door of the thatched hut, claiming he had used magic to make them come willingly.

But last night, for some reason, the youngster had been full of energy and couldn't sleep all night, forcing him to abandon that idea.

He still had to maintain his image as an aloof expert.

If Xiao Huohuo saw him scrambling through the forest just to catch a couple of rabbits, looking disheveled, he would surely become suspicious.

After all, what kind of immortal would be toyed around by rabbits?

Xiao Huohuo fanned the fire while coughing, looking at the food in the pot as if he were about to cry.

"Master, you are truly too kind."

Although he knew that these blood ginseng were as common as weeds to his Master.

He also thought, how many masters in this world would be willing to share the gifts of apprenticeship with their disciples?

Thinking of this, Xiao Huohuo looked at Chu Feng with reverence.

In the Southern Desolate Realm, even a Xiantian realm martial artist wouldn't be able to disregard a hundred-year blood ginseng like Master.

Listening to Xiao Huohuo's words from below, Chu Feng's heart ached, but he still chuckled indifferently on the surface:

"To me, your Master, blood ginseng or weeds are just edible green leaves in the world."

"Since they are things to fill our stomachs, why bother whether it's blood ginseng or some herb?"

"Just eat it."

Xiao Huohuo nodded very seriously:

"Master's perspective is indeed beyond ordinary people. This disciple will study diligently and not disgrace Master."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up:

"Master, the food is ready!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng gracefully leaped down from the tree and then unhurriedly came to Xiao Huohuo's side.

Xiao Huohuo looked around.

Whether his Master was getting down from the tree, serving soup, or eating, his movements and demeanor were just like an ordinary person, without any pretense!

Even his Master's appearance was much more relaxed than his own.

If it were an ordinary commoner, it could be said to be a lack of manners.

But what kind of person was his Master?

An expert living in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests!

How could the actions and movements of an expert be fathomed by a third-rate martial artist like him?

Master's actions must be the legendary Return to Simplicity!

Thinking this way, his Master might truly be an Immortal God-like figure from legends.

The more he thought about it, the more Xiao Huohuo became certain of his inner thoughts.

After all, storybooks also said so.

Beings like top experts liked to hide among the crowds, never revealing themselves.

Fake experts would brag about being the best in the world everywhere, acting superior every day, and causing trouble.

True experts had long grown tired of the fights in the martial world and had retired to the mountains and forests, or even to the mortal world, living detached from worldly affairs.

Suddenly, Xiao Huohuo stood up straight.

This action startled Chu Feng.

Before he could even ask, he saw Xiao Huohuo bend over and say solemnly:

"Master, it is the blessing of ten lifetimes that I, Huohuo, could become your disciple."

"Huohuo will practice diligently and enter the Path of Qi Refining as soon as possible."

"Then, in half a year, I will defeat that woman and not bring shame to Master!"

Chu Feng's mouth twitched as he looked at him.

Good job, this youngster, for some reason, had once again convinced himself.

It seemed he didn't have to worry about the boy having any doubts for a while.

Chu Feng nodded:

"Although your talent is a bit lacking, you are brave enough to discover your own problems and are willing to cultivate diligently."

"Such an attitude surpasses many people."

"Your Master hasn't misjudged you."

As he spoke, Chu Feng served Xiao Huohuo another bowl of soup with blood ginseng meat.

The latter took the bowl and ate it with tears streaming down his face:

"Thank you, Master."

Chu Feng smiled. He cooked his blood ginseng and drank his soup, but he only served him a bowl, and he still had to thank him.

What a gullible youngster.