Novel Full Chapter 73 Product
Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Product
Sunday morning arrived, and Lin Feng took a leisurely bath before leaving his courtyard.
After changing into clean clothes, he headed outside the academy in search of breakfast.
The moment he stepped onto the main path, countless gazes locked onto him, some shocked, some curious, and some filled with barely concealed malice.
“That’s Lin Feng! How is he still alive?”
“Did the Li Clan forgive him already?”
“Shhh… lower your voice. The Li Clan is probably already nearby, preparing some kind of kidnapping scheme. Poor Lin Feng… just a lonely paper boat sailing against the tides. What a pity he’s going to die so young.”
The whispers spread like wildfire, trailing him wherever he went.
People pointed, nudged each other, and cast looks of obvious pity his way.
Some even wore faint smiles, unable to hide the secret joy they felt at his supposed impending misfortune.
After all, watching someone fall from grace or simply fall in general was entertainment for many.
Lin Feng, however, walked calmly through the crowd, completely unfazed.
He had long since grown used to being the center of attention, whether it was admiration, jealousy, or ridicule.
None of it mattered to him anymore.
“Being this popular can really be exhausting sometimes,” Lin Feng muttered with a small shake of his head, silently lamenting the xianxia version of paparazzi that followed him wherever he went.
He wandered through the bustling streets of the city, searching for a new restaurant to try, and everywhere he went, people couldn’t help but whisper and point.
If he had been infamous before as the so-called “trash teacher,” today his reputation had reached an entirely new level.
Tales of his exploits spread like wildfire… how he could leapfrog cultivation realms and defeat opponents several stages above his own.
Those who had witnessed even a fraction of his power were both awed and fearful.
Speculation ran rampant.
The most commonly accepted theories suggested that Lin Feng possessed an uncanny ability to perceive the slightest flaws in an opponent’s techniques and exploit them instantly.
Some even claimed he was a grandmaster of meridian-sealing arts, capable of nullifying the flow of a cultivator’s energy with ease.
Despite all this, a sense of pity lingered among the masses.
Many believed that it was only a matter of time before the Li Clan exacted their revenge, that Lin Feng would either perish or mysteriously vanish under their wrath.
Still, Lin Feng paid no mind.
With the crowd’s murmurs fading into the background, he finally spotted a small, unassuming restaurant tucked between two larger buildings.
He stepped inside, the warm aroma of tea and steamed buns greeting him.
Settling into a quiet corner, he ordered his breakfast without a care for the world outside.
As he sipped his tea and bit into the soft buns, he allowed himself a small smile.
Life was simple, after all, and sometimes, the simplest pleasures were the most satisfying even in a world as chaotic as the one he now ruled with quiet strength.
An hour later, the restaurant had begun to fill with people, a steady stream flowing through the doors and taking their seats.
Despite its modest appearance and humble location, it was clear that the place had earned a reputation for good food or perhaps just a certain charm that drew regulars.
Lin Feng could have easily remained in his corner, enjoying the rare moment of peace, sipping his tea and savoring his steamed buns.
But then a scent in the air caught his attention, faint but unmistakable.
He turned his head and saw a woman entering, dressed in shabby, threadbare clothes.
A cigar trembled in her hand as she walked, and the smell of smoke mixed with a hint of neglect.
She was an old woman, her hair matted, skin rough and unwashed, carrying the kind of weariness that suggested she hadn’t bathed or perhaps cared to for years. She sat at the nearest available table.
Yet strangely, Lin Feng felt no disgust.
Instead, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and an unusual curiosity lit his eyes.
Without hesitation, he rose and approached her, moving to share the table.
The old woman looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes, though she made no move to protest.
“Well,” Lin Feng said lightly, leaning slightly forward, “it’s only been one night since we last met, and how is it that you’ve aged so much already? And those smokes… you really should stop while you still can. They’re terrible for your lungs.”
He spoke with a teasing amusement, yet there was a warmth in his tone that softened the words.
As he settled across from her, his gaze lingered on the lines of her face and the tremor in her hands.
“Young master? You must be mistaken. I’ve never seen you before in my life. Please, forgive me,” the old woman said, her voice rough and hoarse from disuse.
She coughed a few times, trying to clear the raspiness, and instinctively tried to straighten her posture, ready to leave or dismiss the encounter entirely.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of caution and irritation flickering across her features.
But before she could make a move, Lin Feng spoke again, his tone low and calm, yet carrying a weight that made the air between them feel heavier.
“I think not, Li Ruoxi… or, as you are more secretly known, Midnight,” he said, his voice deliberate, precise, and eerily calm.
For a long moment, the old woman froze.
Her trembling cigar wavered in her fingers as if suspended in midair.
Her eyes widened slightly, disbelief and shock battling with a sudden awareness of danger.
The bustling restaurant around them seemed to fade, the chatter and clatter of dishes dimming into background noise.
It was as if the world had contracted to just the two of them, and in that silence, the old woman realized that she had been seen and not just superficially.
Lin Feng had seen her truth.