Chu Feng: Don't Tell Me I Have to Make Up a Cultivation Technique?

Hiss...

Everyone present couldn't help drawing a sharp breath at those words.

They looked at Chu Feng with particularly complicated expressions: some admired him, some despised him, and others were puzzled...

The Heavenly Spirit Institute was, after all, the foremost institute in the Dao-Seeking Academy.

Unlike the other institutes, the Heavenly Spirit Institute had no distinction between inner and outer sections.

The disciples who could enter the Heavenly Spirit Institute were all heavenly talents of the Dao Inquiry School, or prospective heavenly talents.

Never mind that Xiao Chen was already a cripple who could only loaf around in the Miscellaneous Dao Institute and wait for death.

Even if he had joined the inner section of the Sword Dao Institute, the gap between him and Qin Rou would only grow wider.

Three years from now, the difference in their strength would be as vast as that between heaven and earth.

In the entire inner section of the Sword Dao Institute, only a precious few could exchange moves with the heavenly talents of the Heavenly Spirit Institute.

Those few were all first-rate Sword Dao heavenly talents who had devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the sword and therefore hadn't joined the Heavenly Spirit Institute.

Elder Bing smiled, and the smile on her face grew especially scornful.

"Fine. Since Chief Chu wants to play this game without knowing his own limits, I'll oblige you.

You and I will make a three-year agreement on behalf of our respective disciples. Three years from now, we'll have the two of them fight.

If Xiao Chen loses, you must step down as chief of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute and announce its dissolution. You must also kowtow to me three times to apologize!

I wonder if Chief Chu dares accept?"

Chu Feng shrugged without a care. "Why wouldn't I dare?"

Then he changed tack. "What if Xiao Chen wins?"

"Hmph!"

Elder Bing snorted coldly. "Impossible. How could this cripple possibly defeat my disciple?"

"Nothing in this world is absolute. If Xiao Chen does win, what will you do, Elder Bing?"

Chu Feng remained as calm and unruffled as ever.

Xiao Chen watched the scene, unconsciously clenching his fists as he silently swore an oath.

I must follow Master and cultivate diligently. Even if I have to work day and night, I must win this fight for him three years from now.

And I must win it for myself, too.

"I'll leave myself entirely at your disposal!"

Elder Bing had never even considered that she might lose, and casually named a condition.

"That's not enough."

Chu Feng slowly uttered the words.

"What else do you want?"

Elder Bing was forcibly suppressing the killing intent in her heart.

"Include your disciple as well. She's one of the parties involved, after all," Chu Feng said with a smile.

"Agreed."

Elder Bing said, "If Rou'er loses, she'll be at Xiao Chen's disposal too."

"It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

The two made their agreement in front of everyone.

Chu Feng patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go back to the Miscellaneous Dao Institute."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Chen answered and followed Chu Feng away without looking back, showing no intention of sparing Qin Rou another glance.

His only thought concerning Qin Rou now was to defeat her three years from now.

Although he didn't know why his master was so confident in him, he believed his master would surely find a way to let him cultivate again.

After Chu Feng left the student records office, he looked at Xiao Chen with growing satisfaction.

Your surname is Xiao, you're a good-for-nothing, your engagement was broken off, and now you have a three-year agreement. All your buffs are stacked, kid.

Next, all he had to do was wait and watch Xiao Chen soar into the heavens.

Right now, he really wanted to shout, "My disciple Xiao Chen has the makings of a Sword Emperor!"

Word of what had happened at the student records office soon spread throughout the Dao Inquiry School.

People also talked with relish about the three-year agreement between Xiao Chen of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute and Qin Rou of the Heavenly Spirit Institute.

But everyone favored Qin Rou without exception.

Even the academy's upper echelons thought this was merely Chu Feng's way of delaying the dissolution of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute.

In the eyes of the big shots, there wasn't much difference between dissolving the Miscellaneous Dao Institute now and dissolving it three years later.

The Dao-Seeking Academy's nine great Dao institutes were each built on a different mountain.

The Miscellaneous Dao Institute was located on Miaomiao Mountain.

Compared with the other peaks, which buzzed with voices, the Miscellaneous Dao Institute seemed exceptionally deserted.

Chu Feng and Xiao Chen walked along a quiet, clean path.

If the Dao-Seeking Academy hadn't routinely sent people to clean Miaomiao Mountain every few days, it would probably have been overgrown with weeds and desolate long ago.

Half a shichen later.

Master and disciple finally finished climbing the long mountain path and arrived in front of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute.

In the past, Chu Feng would surely have been exhausted and gasping for breath.

But now that he had ten years of cultivation, the walk posed no difficulty at all.

Chu Feng said, "Disciple, from today onward, this is where you'll live.

Our Miscellaneous Dao Institute is large, and there are plenty of places to stay. Aside from my courtyard, you can choose any courtyard you like. Just let me know once you've picked one."

"Thank you, Master."

Xiao Chen wasn't particular about his lodging. All he could think about now was starting to cultivate again.

Chu Feng nodded and headed toward his own courtyard.

Xiao Chen watched Chu Feng's retreating figure. He had many questions, but he decided to choose a place to stay first and then ask his master for guidance.

In the chief's courtyard.

Chu Feng lay on his couch, pondering how to continue fooling disciples.

Xiao Chen alone had given him ten years of cultivation. At ten years of cultivation per disciple, ten disciples would mean a hundred years, and a hundred disciples would mean a thousand.

If he had a thousand years of cultivation, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways through the Dao-Seeking Academy?

Then he could be as much of a salted fish as he pleased.

As for fighting, killing, fortuitous encounters and the like, Chu Feng had no interest in them at all. If he could increase his cultivation without pain, why go out and risk his life?

But fooling disciples wasn't so easy.

Disciples like Xiao Chen were hard to find in the Dao Inquiry School, not to mention that his Miscellaneous Dao Institute held a very low position in the Dao-Seeking Academy.

It looked like he would have to devise a whole set of methods for fooling people.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

Chu Feng pushed open the door with a yawn and saw Xiao Chen standing quietly in the courtyard, waiting.

A few beads of sweat clung to Xiao Chen's forehead; clearly, he hadn't just arrived.

Chu Feng immediately put on the bearing of a proper teacher and asked with concern, "Little Chen, how long have you been here?"

"Not long, Master. Just two shichen."

Xiao Chen showed no dissatisfaction at having waited here so long. Instead, he thought his master was testing his resolve.

After all, as the saying went: the Dao should not be passed on lightly.

Four hours. Why is this child so single-minded?

Chu Feng slowly asked, "What did you come to see me about?"

"Master, I want to continue cultivating. Please show me the path of cultivation."

As Xiao Chen spoke, he moved to kneel.

Quick-eyed and quick-handed, Chu Feng immediately caught him and said, "Why do you drop to your knees at every turn, kid? I'll think of a way to help you cultivate."

"Thank you, Master."

Xiao Chen looked at him, his face full of excitement.

Chu Feng stared into Xiao Chen's eyes and thought, Has this kid's golden finger still not arrived?

Or is he using this as a way to throw people off the scent, so no one discovers his golden finger?

Whatever the reason, it seemed rather hard to justify being his master without teaching him a cultivation technique.

If people found out he hadn't taught Xiao Chen anything, how could he fool more disciples in the future?

But the crux of the problem was that he, Chu Feng, didn't know how to cultivate at all!

Don't tell me I have to make up a cultivation technique on the spot?

Xiao Chen is a child of destiny anyway, so even if I make something up, it won't affect him at all.

At that thought, Chu Feng's eyes lit up. Yes, that's what I'll do!