Chu Feng: Looks Like I Can Only Keep Making Things Up

"Master, your disciple has returned."

Xiao Chen stood in the small courtyard and bowed respectfully to Chu Feng.

The trip had given him a clear understanding of his own strength, while his gratitude and reverence for his master had deepened.

Chu Feng smiled. "Not bad. You broke through a minor realm in just a month away. I imagine you had quite a few fortuitous encounters?"

Xiao Chen said, "Master, your disciple didn't have much luck this time and had no fortuitous encounters. I only killed a few True Fate Realm demonic beasts and picked up some spirit herbs along the way."

"Oh."

Chu Feng asked, "Then did you bring back the meat from those True Fate Realm demonic beasts?"

True Fate Realm demonic beast meat was a first-rate delicacy.

When he had first arrived, the old dean had still been around, and he had managed to share in some True Fate Realm demonic beast meat.

The taste had been absolutely divine.

Sadly, after the old dean left, he could only occasionally get a share of Dao Foundation Realm demonic beast meat.

But there was quite a difference between the two.

"Yes, Master, I brought it back."

Xiao Chen didn't know why his master asked only about the demonic beast meat instead of the spirit herbs and demonic cores, but he answered honestly all the same.

"Well done. Your master doesn't care for anything except good food. Bring out the demonic beast meat, and I'll make you something delicious."

Chu Feng spoke with an excited look on his face.

"Master, you can cook too?"

Xiao Chen looked at Chu Feng in surprise.

"Of course. What books don't we have at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute? Cooking demonic beast meat is as easy as plucking something from my hand."

Naturally, Chu Feng wouldn't tell his disciple that, in order to survive at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute,

he had practiced his cooking skills relentlessly. On top of that, he had already been a good cook in his previous life, so the food he made was naturally quite good.

"All right, Master. I'll take out the demonic beast meat right away."

As Xiao Chen spoke, he opened his storage bag.

In the blink of an eye, demonic beast meat was piled up like a small mountain in the courtyard.

Chu Feng circled the pile and picked out the most delicious pieces of demonic beast meat.

"Come on, your master will show you how to prepare the demonic beast meat."

Xiao Chen was taken aback. "Master, do we have to learn this at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute too?"

Chu Feng smiled. "We learn everything at the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. Besides, cooking is also a way to cultivate. Practicing relentlessly won't make you stronger; it'll only bring you one step closer to Qi deviation. Only by balancing work and rest can you grow stronger."

Xiao Chen hadn't expected something as simple as cooking to have so much to it.

But his master had to be right, so he quickly cast aside all distracting thoughts and followed him to prepare the food.

A short while later, the two were busy in the kitchen, with Xiao Chen assisting Chu Feng.

But before long, Xiao Chen was stunned by Chu Feng's knife skills.

His master's knife skills seemed entirely natural. He didn't seem to be cooking at all, but creating a perfect work of art.

Moreover, every stroke of his master's knife carried a hint of saber intent that seemed to be there one moment and gone the next.

When Chu Feng finished preparing the meat in front of him, he saw Xiao Chen looking at him with utter admiration.

"What's wrong? I was just cutting meat. Is there any need to look at me like that?"

Xiao Chen said, "I just didn't expect your blade skills to be so good, Master. You even used saber intent to chop food."

"That wasn't really saber intent. It's just that my sword intent has reached great perfection, so I can apply what I know to other things."

Chu Feng made the remark casually.

"Great perfection in sword intent? Does that mean your mastery of the sword will soon reach a higher realm, Master?"

Xiao Chen spoke with an admiring look on his face.

"That's still a long way off."

As Chu Feng spoke, he gave Xiao Chen an enigmatic smile.

"Master, how did you cultivate your sword intent to great perfection?"

Xiao Chen asked curiously.

??

Chu Feng froze. He couldn't very well say he had no idea how to cultivate sword intent and that it had all come from system rewards.

But as his master, he still had to make something up.

"It's simple. It comes down to one sentence: savor the hundred flavors of life and comprehend the Dao in nature."

After hearing this, Xiao Chen was completely baffled. "Master, your disciple is slow-witted. Please enlighten me."

Chu Feng hadn't expected to take on such an eager disciple. It seemed he could only keep making things up.

"'Savor the hundred flavors of life' means that cultivating sword intent starts with every little detail of daily life.

"For example, when chopping firewood or preparing food, put sword intent into every stroke. But you must also control your sword intent perfectly with every stroke, keeping it from spreading and pulverizing the food or firewood.

"If you can do that, your sword intent will reach another level.

"As for comprehending the Dao in nature, that's even simpler. The cultivation methods and techniques we practice were all derived by ancient sages who observed nature and all things, comprehending ways to cultivate from them.

"If you too can observe heaven and earth and comprehend the profound truths of the Dao from them, then you won't be far from the sword Dao."

Hiss...

Xiao Chen drew a sharp breath. His master's words were concise, but every sentence contained the truth of cultivation.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. Your disciple will not disappoint you."

Chu Feng smiled and patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder. "Good. I have high hopes for you."

Anyway, I'm not going to tell you I made all that up. Whether you can comprehend it depends on your own comprehension.

Half an hour later,

the delicious meal was ready.

The enticing aroma made Xiao Chen's mouth water.

Master really didn't lie to me.

Chu Feng sat in the main seat and picked up his chopsticks. "Don't just sit there staring. Dig in."

"Mm."

Xiao Chen had already been itching to pick up his chopsticks. Now that his master had spoken, he didn't stand on ceremony.

At first, Xiao Chen ate rather politely, but soon he stopped caring about his image and began wolfing down great mouthfuls.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the Dao-Seeking Academy's outer sect competition arrived.

Early that morning, Chu Feng broke with his usual habit and got up early instead of sleeping in.

Xiao Chen also changed into the Miscellaneous Dao Institute's clothes and took care with his appearance.

He was representing the Miscellaneous Dao Institute now, so naturally he couldn't look sloppy.

Chu Feng examined Xiao Chen carefully. Looking at his disciple, whose looks fell only a little short of his own, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go."

With that, he headed down the mountain on foot.

"Um, Master."

Xiao Chen suddenly called out to stop Chu Feng.

"What is it?"

Chu Feng turned to look at his disciple.

"Aren't we going to fly on our swords? Are we walking?"

Xiao Chen looked at his master in confusion.

Damn, how could I forget I can fly on a sword?

Chu Feng was so embarrassed he could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Disciple, let me ask you: what is the Miscellaneous Dao Institute like in the eyes of the world?"

Xiao Chen answered instinctively, "A place that doesn't understand cultivation."

After all, in outsiders' eyes, the two of them were nothing but a pair of good-for-nothings.

Chu Feng smiled. "Exactly. If we flew straight there on our swords, wouldn't we expose our strength? So I've decided we'll walk. Once you amaze everyone with a single feat at the competition, we can fly on our swords from then on."

Those words moved Xiao Chen deeply...