I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 506: Chapter 506 Paying You Back in the Next Life Because I Don’t Have the Cash Right Now

The little girl had stopped paying attention to the chessboard entirely. Instead, she was focused on his hands. She tilted her head left. Then right. Then left again.

Her large cute eyes narrowed as though she were investigating an important mystery.

"Teacher keeps looking at his hands..."

"Is there something on them?" Su Wanwan squinted even harder.

"Nope."

"They look normal."

"Maybe teacher forgot how hands work?" The little girl considered the possibility seriously. After all, adults were strange sometimes.

"Mentor Lin Feng," she asked again, "why do you keep looking at your hands?"

"Is Teacher’s hands dirty?" She leaned forward and examined them from a closer distance.

"Hmm..."

"Wanwan still can’t see any dirt." At this moment, they were already inside the Su Clan. Morning sunlight illuminated the courtyard. Birds chirped from nearby trees.

A gentle breeze carried the delicious aroma of food through the air. Su Wanwan’s mother had insisted on preparing a special breakfast.

After everything that had happened recently, she wanted everyone to relax and enjoy themselves especially with Lin Feng in her home. Several of Lin Feng’s women had volunteered to help.

The kitchen area was unusually lively. Some were washing vegetables. Others were preparing ingredients. A few were chatting and laughing while cooking.

The sounds of knives cutting vegetables, boiling soup, and cheerful conversation filled the air. The scent alone was enough to make anyone hungry. Su Wanwan had already visited the kitchen three times.

Each time she had been chased away by her mother.

"No sneaking food before breakfast."

"But Wanwan is helping taste it!"

"No."

"But what if it’s poisonous?"

"No."

"But what if..."

"No." Thus, the little girl had been forcibly removed from the kitchen every single time. Now she sat beneath a large tree with Lin Feng, waiting for the meal to be finished.

To pass the time, they were playing chess. Or rather, Lin Feng was playing chess. Su Wanwan was mostly moving pieces around according to whatever strategy entered her mind.

Sometimes she made surprisingly clever moves. Other times she sacrificed half her army because she thought a certain piece looked lonely. Even so, Lin Feng found the game enjoyable.

A good meal was worth waiting for. Especially when it was being prepared by people who genuinely cared.

"Nothing, Wanwan," Lin Feng finally replied. He smiled faintly.

"I was simply calculating how long it will take for your pen and paper to return." His fingers moved slightly. The motion looked mysterious. Almost profound.

As though he were calculating the secrets of heaven itself.

"In my estimation," Lin Feng continued calmly, "both items should arrive here in less than a dozen breaths."

"Really?!" Su Wanwan instantly jumped from her seat. Her eyes sparkled. All thoughts of chess disappeared from her mind.

"My pen and paper?!" She began looking around frantically.

Left. Right. Behind the tree. Toward the gate. Toward the sky. For some reason she even checked behind Lin Feng.

"Where are they?!"

Lin Feng laughed. "They haven’t arrived yet."

"Oh." Su Wanwan sat down again. Then immediately stood up. Then sat down again. She clearly could not contain her excitement. Those items meant a great deal to her. The pen had been a gift.

The paper contained her life’s work and drawings. There were even several pages dedicated entirely to drawings of food. But majority of them were images of her mother.

The little girl had worked very hard on them. Suddenly her excitement weakened. A worried expression appeared on her face. Her small hands clenched together.

"Didn’t the bad man take them, Mentor Lin Feng?" Her voice became quieter.

"What if he lost them?"

"What if he burned them?"

"What if he threw them away?" The more possibilities she imagined, the sadder she became.

"What if Wanwan never gets them back?"

Lin Feng could not help but smile. Children truly cared about the simplest things.

While cultivators fought over treasures worth kingdoms, Su Wanwan was worried about a pen and a stack of paper. She did not even know that those were immortal artifacts.

Yet somehow her concerns felt far more genuine.

"The bad man did take them," Lin Feng admitted. The little girl’s face immediately drooped.

"But." That single word caused her ears to perk up.

"But the bad man is no longer capable of keeping them."

Su Wanwan blinked. Then blinked again. Then her eyes widened.

"Does that mean..."

"Yes."

Lin Feng nodded.

"You will get them back."

"Really really?"

"Really."

"Super really?"

"Super really."

"Extra super really?"

Lin Feng chuckled.

"Extra super really." The little girl exploded with happiness.

"YAY!" She nearly knocked over the chessboard while celebrating. Fortunately, Lin Feng caught it before disaster struck.

"Thank you, Mentor Lin Feng!" Then she paused. A suspicious look appeared on her face.

"Mentor Lin Feng."

"Yes?"

"Are you secretly a fortune teller?"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you always know things." The little girl pointed accusingly.

"You knew where Wanwan was practicing the sword before in the back forest of the academy."

She pointed again.

"You knew what the bad man was doing." Another point.

"And now you know exactly when my pen and paper will come back." She gasped dramatically.

"Mentor Lin Feng is definitely a fortune teller!"

Lin Feng laughed. "Perhaps I am a fortune teller." He nodded then looked to the side.

"It seems," he said calmly, moving another chess piece, "that your pen and paper have arrived."

Su Wanwan’s eyes immediately became brighter than the morning sun itself.

"Yes!" Su Wanwan shouted joyfully. The moment she finished speaking, a pair of familiar items appeared before her. One was an ordinary-looking pen. The other was a stack of ordinary-looking paper.

To anyone else, they were nothing special.

There was no spiritual energy surrounding them. No heavenly aura. No immortal craftsmanship. They were simply common objects that could be found almost anywhere.

Yet to Su Wanwan, they were priceless treasures. The little girl let out an excited squeal and rushed forward.

"My pen!"

"My paper!"

She grabbed both items and immediately hugged them tightly against her chest, afraid that they might disappear if she let go.

Tears quickly gathered in her eyes.