Teaching the Cultivation Method, Wang Dong's Overthinking

Chu Feng left the banks of Sea Cucumber Lake.

As for Ma Xiaotao, the seed had already been sown; she certainly wouldn't be able to escape.

It was just that Yan Shaozhe likely found him an eyesore and would, in all probability, try to obstruct him...

Returning to the dormitory, Wang Dong had already cleaned it until it was spotless. His clothes were washed daily and hung neatly, and on the table sat the dinner Wang Dong had just packed for Chu Feng from the academy cafeteria. It was still warm, truly giving off the air of a virtuous wife and mother...

It also showed that Chu Feng's training had been a resounding success.

Wang Dong was currently sitting on his bed cultivating, likely having been spurred on by Chu Feng.

Otherwise, at this hour on a normal day, Wang Dong would most likely be watching the show at the Soul Fighting Arena, returning very late, and after an hour of pre-sleep cultivation, he would just call it a night.

Chu Feng glanced over but didn't disturb Wang Dong, instead sitting down to eat his dinner on his own.

However, he had to admit that Wang Dong's talent was monstrous. Even though he spent only a tenth of the time cultivating compared to an ordinary person, his progress in cultivation hadn't lagged behind in the slightest...

It was somewhat like the "study gods" in every class from his past life—the ones who never seemed to do their homework and spent every weekend playing games at the internet cafe with you, yet when the exam results came out, they were always top of the school. It was completely unreasonable and infuriating.

"You're back?"

Wang Dong sensed Chu Feng entering and slowly opened his eyes.

But when he saw the slightly disheveled state of Chu Feng's attire, his pupils suddenly constricted: "Did you get into a fight?"

When he said this, Wang Dong's tone was noticeably serious, and a trace of imperceptible killing intent even flickered across his face.

"Just a spar, nothing serious."

Chu Feng didn't even look up as he spoke casually. It was inevitable that his clothes would be damaged and soaked during a battle; Wang Dong certainly had sharp eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Dong's anger subsided slightly, though he still asked with curiosity: "Who did you fight? The other party seemed quite strong."

He knew Chu Feng's strength all too well—invincible among his peers. To be able to make Chu Feng look this disheveled, the opponent must have been at least a sixth-year student, right?

"You'll meet them in the future." Chu Feng didn't say much more; after all, Yan Shaozhe had promised him hush money, so it was best to keep things brief.

"Stingy..." Wang Dong pouted, casting a resentful glance at Chu Feng.

However, Chu Feng was thinking about other matters and didn't notice Wang Dong's odd behavior at all. Wang Dong just watched Chu Feng eat, gazing at that face with its unique charm, gradually becoming lost in thought...

A few minutes later, Chu Feng finished his meal and finally noticed something. He looked up to see Wang Dong staring intently at him, as if he had been doing so for a long time.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Feng felt a bit bewildered by the gaze and raised an eyebrow in question.

"What's wrong with looking at you? Are you not allowed to be looked at?" Wang Dong gave a light huff and looked away, clearly feeling a bit guilty, a blush spreading involuntarily across his small face.

Seeing Wang Dong like this, Chu Feng suddenly guessed something. He slowly stood up, walked to the front of Wang Dong's bed, and looked at him with a smile that seemed somewhat malicious.

"You... what do you want... I just looked at you a bit more, is it necessary to be so petty!!" Wang Dong reflexively shrank into the corner of the wall, looking at Chu Feng timidly, clearly terrified.

"Am I that bad?"

Chu Feng paused, then beckoned to Wang Dong: "Come here, I'll show you a good treasure."

"No, I was wrong, I won't look at you anymore, okay..." Wang Dong became even more frightened at these words, shrinking tightly into the corner of the bed, refusing to come out for anything.

Chu Feng was speechless. He directly channeled the soul power within his body, sucked Wang Dong into his hand, and gripped his neck with one hand.

"Then be gentle, I'm afraid of pain..." Wang Dong gave up struggling, looking at Chu Feng pitifully.

Chu Feng was at a loss for words. He simply tapped Wang Dong's forehead with one finger, and a very gentle mental power surged from his fingertip.

Just as Wang Dong was about to resist, Chu Feng's voice came from beside him: "Relax, it's a good thing."

"Oh..."

Wang Dong seemed to sense something, quickly abandoning his resistance and beginning to absorb that strand of mental power.

What Chu Feng was transmitting to Wang Dong was none other than the first level of the Ice Skin Jade Bone Technique, the introductory chapter.

He had no use for this thing, but he could give it away. Wang Dong had been working for him for so long and had his cultivation progress slightly delayed, so practicing this technique should make up for it.

After all, he was quite good to his own people; he would give a copy to Xiao Xiao next time he saw her.

However, to prevent the technique from leaking, Chu Feng used this method of mental transmission. It was essentially the same as telepathic communication—directly instilling the content, which was very convenient.

Yet, while coming into contact with the barrier of Wang Dong's Sea of Consciousness, he could also sense that wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness residing within Wang Dong.

Fortunately, Chu Feng was only transmitting content one-way; he didn't need to enter Wang Dong's Sea of Consciousness at all, and since he had no other intentions, he naturally wouldn't trigger that wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness.

If his mental power had delved any deeper, wanting to enter the other's Sea of Consciousness, he would certainly have been met with a backlash from Tang San's divine consciousness.

Furthermore, Chu Feng knew that this wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness reflected most of Tang Wutong's childhood memories, which was what had made her the current Wang Dong.

As for "Wang Qiu'er," she was formed after Tang San extracted a portion of Wang Dong's soul fragments and combined them with the Three-Eyed Golden Lion. That was something that happened after Huo Yuhao met the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, when that dog Tang San acted in secret, which was why Wang Dong and Wang Qiu'er looked exactly the same.

Therefore, the current Wang Dong'er's soul was complete.

As long as he found a time to erase that wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness along with Wang Dong's previous memories, he could basically sever the father-daughter relationship between Wang Dong and Tang San. How delightful~

A few minutes later, the transmission of the first level of the Ice Skin Jade Bone Technique was complete.

Wang Dong slowly opened his eyes, his powder-blue eyes blinking slowly. His face was flushed, and he looked at Chu Feng with a curious expression: "What is this?"

"A decent secret technique, it can increase cultivation speed." Chu Feng yawned, explaining it offhandedly.

This thing is mainly for body tempering and is more suitable for girls; the increase in cultivation speed isn't very significant, so a four or five-fold boost is already quite good.

After saying this, Chu Feng lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest; transmitting a cultivation method using spiritual power was quite exhausting.

"Is it really just for increasing cultivation speed..." Wang Dong muttered to herself.

Although the content of this "secret technique" wasn't extensive, she could roughly grasp the effects of the cultivation method, and it seemed very suitable for girls...

Yet, Chu Feng clearly hadn't practiced this secret technique himself.

In other words...

"He couldn't have found out, could he..."

"That's impossible, even a Title Douluo couldn't see through this secret technique of mine..."

"I didn't reveal any flaws either. Could it be that he... peeked at me while I was bathing???"

"That shouldn't be it, this bad guy..."

"Wait, that's not right either. His eyes are also a martial soul; it's possible he has a clairvoyant soul skill...!!"

The more Wang Dong thought about it, the angrier she became; her little face grew redder and redder, and her fists tightened...

"It's best you don't let me find out, otherwise I won't spare you!!" Wang Dong stared fixedly at Chu Feng, her pearly teeth gritted tight.

If Chu Feng knew what was going through Wang Dong's mind right now, he would likely be so frustrated he'd cough up blood on the spot.

A woman's imagination is too terrifying, incomprehensible, and utterly unreasonable.

Of course, the main issue was that the dog Tang San had placed such annoying restrictions on Wang Dong; otherwise, Chu Feng wouldn't have bothered with all these fancy tricks.

The girls in this world were still very simple; eat, go shopping, watch a movie, and once you get home, you can just pin them to the bed and start feasting...