Chapter 147: Sir, You Truly Have a Broad Mind - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

Chapter 147: Sir, You Truly Have a Broad Mind Outside, the rain continued to fall, pitter-pattering persistently. The young man's expression showed no regret for interrupting the teacher's lecture. He merely stated his correction with simplicity, without emphasizing any particular word. The classroom fell into deep silence, starkly contrasting the sound of the rain outside. In the back row, Xie Wenqing's expression gradually relaxed from a frown and irritation to amusement. He wore a playful smile. After all, it was a well-known fact that Meng Shi was strict, yet this guy dared to speak so brazenly before him. What could possibly come of that? Yet, in the next moment, the anticipated dramatic scene did not unfold. Meng Shi merely frowned but, surprisingly, did not lose his temper. With hands clasped behind his back, he turned around to look the young man in the eye. His expression was somewhat curious. "You, tell me more." He inquired. ... ... Fifteen minutes later, Chen An left. However, the gazes following his departure, which once saw him as a peer genius, now regarded him as an unfathomable prodigy. Though many couldn't quite grasp the substance of his words in the classroom earlier, Seeing Meng Shi's bewildered state, they could somewhat understand the underlying significance. As the saying goes, "I can't understand it, but I'm deeply shaken." Such was the sentiment shared by those remaining in the classroom. They were also a bit relieved. Thankfully, they hadn't been eager to voice their opinions earlier, or they would have been the embarrassed ones, not Meng Shi. Truly, it's best to stay prudent! ... ... On the sparsely populated path, Chen An stood amidst the light rain, looking up at the sky. Though it was morning, today, the sky seemed particularly gloomy. Thick clouds loomed, gray and heavy, enveloping the whole scene. There was no thunder or lightning, just ordinary cumulus clouds. Yet, for some reason, Chen An felt an inexplicable unease. Once a high-level cultivator, reaching immortality, Rarely did anything make him feel uneasy. Even when past female leads broke barriers and came seeking him, He hadn't felt such strangeness as he did now. Standing in that posture, he lingered for a while before continuing. The happenings around Luo Congan and Eileen served as a warning to him. Where there's one and two, surely, there could be a third. Such events happening to Chen An made it highly likely for a fourth or fifth occurrence... If such a scenario played out, combined with the hellish difficulties of later worlds, the thought itself was terrifying. An absolutist hell painting. Chen An couldn't help but question the system's motives behind granting him 'eternal life'... Good heavens, perhaps it foresaw this day long ago? Chen An shook his head, restraining himself from further pondering. Following the path he came from, he soon arrived at the small courtyard gate. During his brief absence, the collapsed courtyard wall had already been rebuilt. Entering, the pit on the ground had been mended as well. The courtyard regained its former traditional charm. As if nothing had ever occurred. Whether it was repaired by someone from the mountain or resolved by those inside remains unclear. A figure quickly approached the young man. To the unaware, it might have seemed like a long-planned ambush. Chen An sighed, a bit helpless. He extended a finger, precisely touching the figure on the forehead. "Congan, stop fooling around." His tone was gentle, without a hint of blame. The figure paused, revealing Luo Congan's slightly aggrieved expression. "Sir, you're so mean. In the past, you would've always let me hug you anytime." Chen An sighed, "As you said, that was then..." "Now you've grown, you're the head of a peak, why act so childish?" Luo Congan's eyes twinkled as she casually grabbed Chen An's arm and leaned in close, teasingly. "What's wrong, sir? Don't you like this?" Her fingers playfully brushed across Chen An's chest. Her tone was teasing. "I think the gentleman on the outside might secretly enjoy it..." Chen An's face twitched, wanting to reclaim his usual authoritative demeanor, but it was clear that she was no longer adhering to that set. From the steps not far away, there came a voice tinged with mockery. "Shameless!" Chen An turned towards the sound to see Eileen, arms crossed, looking utterly disgusted. Since their initial reunion, her demeanor had become more aloof. At least she didn't rush over like Luo Congan did. In Eileen, Chen An still saw glimpses of that awkward little girl from the past. Only now, instead of him, her barbs were directed at Luo Congan. Luo Congan never put up with it, responding with quick wit. Her lips parted slightly, delivering two simple words. "Idiot." Succinct and powerful. Eileen narrowed her eyes, her gaze becoming extremely dangerous. Her black dress fluttered in the wind, contouring her slender figure beneath. Thinking, what did the priest want with such a rude student? Surely, she should be bound and flogged for a few hundred days and nights first. After all, teaching a priest's student a lesson falls within her duties. Unseen, the atmosphere grew tense. Chen An frowned, finding the situation somewhat tricky. These two, constantly on the verge of ignition, were indeed challenging. He cleared his throat. "Quit arguing, let's eat first." Cultivators could forgo food, but to Chen An, it wasn't necessary. Just as he occasionally enjoyed breakfast in the cafeteria, he acted on a whim. And now, with such dreary weather, Chen An felt like having a hot pot. While the courtyard lacked the necessary ingredients and cookware, with Luo Congan's status, a quick call was all it took to have everything delivered. Soon, three small stools were placed under the eaves. In the center sat a small stove with an iron pot. Everything appeared so plain and simple. As the steam rose, the bubbling sounds from the pot melded with the pitter-patter of the rain outside. Chen An held a basket of vegetables, casually dropping them into the pot. Beside him, Eileen cradled a small bowl, tilting her head to watch him. Her eyes sparkled, revealing curiosity. In her world, such a way of dining didn’t exist, and once she became divine, eating was unnecessary. Now seeing it, naturally, she found it intriguing. On Chen An's other side, Luo Congan was also watching him. After a while, she caught him placing food into the pot and suddenly asked, "Sir, how many slices do you have?" Chen An paused, "How many slices of what?" Luo Congan then used her chopsticks to separate two potato slices he had just placed in, keeping one for herself and pushing the other toward Eileen. After doing this, she continued to observe Chen An and asked, "Sir, how many do you actually have?" The young man paused, seemingly grasping her implication. He hesitated, then cautiously picked another slice from the basket, placing it into the pot. Luo Congan frowned but remained silent. Yet, another slice fell into the pot. Her eyes widened as she took a deep breath. Then a third, fourth... Luo Congan's eye twitched until she finally couldn't stand it. She angrily gathered all the potato slices to her side. Her expressionless face broke into a smile. "Sir, you truly have a broad mind..." (End of Chapter)