I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 582 Chu Feng: Children Make Choices, Adults Want It All
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Chapter 582 Chu Feng: Children Make Choices, Adults Want It All
"Very well, I shall entrust this task to you, young man. I am heading back now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Dean stepped forward and shifted out of existence, vanishing instantly.
Chu Feng rhythmically fanned himself with his folding fan, contemplating silently: I wonder what the disparity in power will be between the Dean and myself once I achieve a breakthrough and become a Saint?
For an entire day, the Bodhi Tree continued to radiate a brilliant glow.
By the following day, the sacred Buddha light enveloping the Bodhi Tree finally receded. A small novice monk, appearing roughly twelve or thirteen years of age and clad in a kasaya, stepped out from the trunk of the Bodhi Tree and offered a deep bow toward Chu Feng.
"This disciple is grateful for Master's enlightenment. I humbly ask Master to grant me a name?"
After a moment of reflection, Chu Feng replied: "Since your true form is that of the Bodhi Tree, you shall henceforth be known as Puti Zi."
"I thank Master for the name," Puti Zi said.
Having spoken, Puti Zi turned around and merged back into the tree.
Simultaneously, the various cultivators gathered beneath the Bodhi Tree opened their eyes in succession. Seeing Chu Feng standing before them, they rose to their feet and bowed with great respect, declaring:
"We offer our gratitude to Head Chu for his guidance."
"Fellow disciples, there is no need for such formality. I must continue overseeing the cultivation of my own disciples, so I will not be able to host you further," Chu Feng remarked with a faint smile.
The people gathered were far from foolish and immediately understood the underlying meaning of his words, offering their departures one by one.
"We shall take our leave."
Once the crowd had dispersed, Chu Feng shifted his attention back to his group of disciples.
Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian were the first to regain consciousness. They stood up and greeted him: "Master."
"Have the two of you achieved any insights?" Chu Feng inquired.
"This disciple has gained a small amount, but I failed to grasp the Great Dao Truth," Xiao Chen admitted with a hint of remorse.
"This disciple is the same," Cao Youqian added, scratching his head with a look of embarrassment.
"It is of no consequence," Chu Feng reassured them with a smile. "The Great Dao Truth that you two have already mastered is superior to Puti Zi's. It is truly difficult to rely on external means to trigger a breakthrough in comprehension; simply gaining any insight at all is sufficient."
Just as he finished speaking, Qin Qin, Wang Baole, and Ye Beixuan also opened their eyes one after another.
Before long, only Xu Caichen, Han Ping, and Chu Caiyi remained in a state of deep meditation beside the Bodhi Tree. The rest of the disciples had already awakened and were sitting quietly to the side, waiting.
The others watched the trio with eyes full of jealousy. Looking at their current state, it was clear they had a genuine chance to comprehend the Great Dao Truth.
Noticing everyone sitting there without moving, Chu Feng laughed and said: "Alright, you all can stop watching now. With Puti Zi standing guard over them, no harm will come to them whatsoever."
At those words, everyone present turned their eyes toward the Bodhi Tree.
A moment later, the young novice monk in the kasaya emerged once more from the tree and bowed to the assembled group.
"Puti Zi pays respects to the two Madams, and to my various senior brothers and sisters."
The disciples were all well-versed in the world and did not remain in shock for long, quickly recovering their composure.
"There is no need for such politeness."
"Daddy, do we have a new little junior brother now?"
Chu Yuzhi was the first to lunge toward Chu Feng, asking excitedly. Although Chu Yingjin remained silent, she also stared at her father with wide, curious eyes.
"That is correct," Chu Feng answered with a grin.
"That’s wonderful!" Chu Yuzhi exclaimed, leaping with joy.
Seeing this, Chu Feng instinctively shot a meaningful look at his two wives, silently conveying a message of "you both understand what I mean."
In response to his gaze, the two women simply acted as though they hadn't noticed a thing.
This brief interlude didn't cause much of a stir among the residents of Miaomiao Mountain. After exchanging a few words with Puti Zi, everyone began to depart.
Chu Feng picked up his two daughters and headed toward the Head's courtyard. As for the specific insights his three disciples would gain, that was now entirely up to their own luck and talent.
The days began to slip away.
In what seemed like a heartbeat, the morning of the seventh day arrived.
The chime of a system notification echoed in Chu Feng's mind: "Host's disciple Xu Caichen has comprehended the Literary Dao Great Dao Truth. Reward: Great Dao Truth +10. Host's disciple Han Ping has comprehended the Yin Yang Great Dao Truth. Reward: Great Dao Truth +10. Host's disciple Chu Caiyi has reached Great Perfection in the True Meaning of Time. Reward: Great Dao Truth +19."
"Since the Host's Great Dao Truth has exceeded the maximum threshold, the Host may now choose to deduce the Great Dao. Begin deduction?"
"Yes!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Chu Feng gave the command in his mind.
Deducing the Great Dao...
Consequently, Chu Feng fell into an incredibly long dream.
Within this dream, Chu Feng relived every experience from both his previous life and his current existence from the very beginning.
The dream was so vivid and detailed that Chu Feng found it impossible to tell if his transmigration was the reality or if his past life had been the dream.
Meanwhile, in the Head's courtyard.
Bing Yan and Princess Miaoyu sat in silence, keeping watch as they waited for Chu Feng to finish his seclusion.
They had never witnessed anyone else ascending to the Saint Realm, but it seemed impossible that any other cultivator could achieve such a breakthrough while sleeping, just as their husband was doing.
That very morning, upon waking, they had found their husband enveloped in the radiant light of the Great Dao.
The light was unlike anything they had ever encountered. The two women refrained from touching the glow surrounding Chu Feng's body, choosing instead to quietly leave the bed and inform the disciples that their Master had entered a state of deep seclusion.
The students of the Miscellaneous Dao Courtyard were made aware and ensured that no one came to disturb Chu Feng.
Even the three disciples who had successfully gained insights chose to spend their time debating the Dao with their peers instead of seeking him out.
As time marched on, the Chu Feng within the dream began to contemplate the essence of existence: Who am I? Where did I originate? Where is my destination?
The moment these thoughts surfaced, an infinite number of Great Daos manifested before him.
The Sword Dao, the Fist Dao, the Dao of Destruction, and many others...
Chu Feng was intimately familiar with each path. The Sword Dao, for instance, was focused on being 'handsome'; after all, strength might be fleeting, but style is eternal.
However, Chu Feng had no intention of letting the other Great Daos slip away. He sat before these manifestations and pondered for three full days.
During those three days, his surroundings dissolved into nothingness, leaving Chu Feng alone in a void of pitch-black chaos. Only the path toward the Great Dao remained visible ahead of him.
"Damn!"
Chu Feng instinctively shouted a slang phrase from his old life, then sprang up with intensity, muttering: "Children make choices, but adults want it all!"
The moment he spoke, the countless Great Daos before him began to merge. It was a painstaking and incredibly tedious process.
Yet, Chu Feng did not allow boredom to make him quit. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the spot, waiting with patience. A truly powerful cultivator must be capable of enduring the weight of solitude.
Time flows without notice during cultivation. Before anyone realized it, eighty-one days had passed since Chu Feng first entered his seclusion.
This marked the longest period Chu Feng had ever spent in meditation, leaving all his disciples in a state of shock. Even the Golden-Winged Great Sage was bewildered, occasionally pulling Cao Youqian or Xiao Chen aside to question them.
Eventually, the Golden-Winged Great Sage had no choice but to seek answers from his adoptive father. Unfortunately, he received only a single cryptic reply.
"The Dao cannot be transmitted lightly."
This left the Golden-Winged Great Sage feeling utterly speechless. Why did his own adoptive father seem so indifferent toward him?
Just this morning, while the disciples were engaged in their daily training, they suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon manifesting in the skies above the Wendao Academy...