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

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Tourism

Chu Jiangyue took a deep breath, forcing herself to stand up from her chair.

Her heart felt heavy, as though she were abandoning something precious.

Still, she was completely unprepared for what happened next.

“You are my student now, Jiangyue,” Lin Feng said, his voice firm, brave, and unwavering.

“Anyone who wants to take you away from this academy will have to crawl over my corpse first.”

With those words, he stepped forward and positioned himself directly in front of Qiao Mei, his back straight, his gaze unyielding, as if he were ready to face anything she threw at him.

“Brave, but foolish. I’ll give you that,” Qiao Mei said coldly, her eyes sharp as blades. “Begone from my sight, or you will suffer greatly.”

Her voice carried neither hesitation nor warmth… only absolute certainty.

In her eyes, Lin Feng was not an opponent, not even a nuisance worthy of serious attention.

He was merely an amusing clown who had wandered too far into danger, someone she could crush without effort if she so desired.

“Try me,” Lin Feng replied, his tone steady and unyielding.

Though his words were simple, the calmness behind them carried weight.

He had already released his divine sense, allowing it to sweep through Qiao Mei’s past like a silent tide.

Every memory, every scar, every fragment of pain revealed itself to him.

And the more he learned, the heavier his heart became.

Her story was a tragic one… betrayed by the one who professed to love her.

It was no wonder she had grown to despise men, no wonder her heart had sealed itself behind layers of coldness and hostility.

Lin Feng disliked her cruelty, her arrogance, and her merciless nature, yet he could not deny that the roots of her hatred were deeply soaked in suffering.

He sighed inwardly.

How ironic, he thought. The most beautiful flowers often bloom from the most poisonous soil, and the most radiant appearances can hide the most shattered souls.

His gaze softened, though his expression remained firm.

He was not here to save her, nor could he change her with a few words.

Some wounds were too deep, some hearts too fractured to be mended by compassion alone.

Turning to his little brother down south, Lin Feng spoke in a mocking tone only he could hear.

“Maybe next time, partner. There are plenty of fish in the sea, after all.”

His words carried humor, but beneath them lay genuine disappointment.

He had once thought Qiao Mei might be the first woman to walk beside him, the first to step into his future harem.

But reality was rarely so kind. Not now.

Not with her heart bound by hatred and her soul wrapped in thorns.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Qiao Mei shook her head, and her expression hardened, the faint trace of a cruel smile flickering across her lips.

Her eyes glinted like polished steel, sharp and dangerous.

“Kneel,” she muttered, and immediately, a suffocating pressure surged outward, slamming into Lin Feng like a tidal wave.

Bang!

The classroom floor cracked violently beneath his feet, fissures spreading like lightning, chunks of stone and dust erupting into the air.

The walls trembled as if anticipating the collapse.

Yet Lin Feng remained unmoved, standing tall, unshaken, almost serene amidst the chaos.

“Is this it?” he said, his lips curving into a faint, amused smile.

“This much spiritual pressure… just tickles the right spots.”

Step by deliberate step, he advanced.

Crack…

crack…

crack…

Each footfall sent shockwaves through the ground, splintering stone beneath him.

Qiao Mei’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Every ounce of spiritual pressure she had poured into the attack was being effortlessly countered or worse, made meaningless by a mere mortal.

“No… this can’t be… you’re just a mortal… how…” Her voice shook, disbelief mingling with rising fear.

She instinctively tried to summon her sword, the sharp edge of her will materializing in her hands, but her body refused to obey.

She tried defensive treasures, talismans, even ancient seals, but each attempt was met with an invisible barrier that froze her movements.

Her limbs felt like stone and her mind raced in panic.

Lin Feng stopped directly in front of her.

The air between them was thick, charged with unspoken power and tension.

For a moment, Qiao Mei’s mind went blank, and a memory she had buried long ago, one she had forced herself to forget, clawed its way back… a memory of betrayal, of trust shattered and her heart broken beyond repair.

Her entire being constricted painfully, the old wounds opening like jagged cracks in her soul.

Lin Feng reached out slowly, gently brushing her cheek with his fingertips.

The touch was warm, yet commanding… a paradox that made her flinch and tremble at the same time.

“Forgive yourself, Qiao Mei,” he whispered, his voice soft yet resolute, carrying through the quiet like a balm and a challenge all at once.

“Not all men deserve your hate.”

Her eyes welled with tears she had long denied herself, tears born of grief, anger, and relief all at once.

Her body, as if released from invisible chains, floated upward, carried by an unseen force, weightless and powerless.

Her gaze met his for a moment, wide with shock and confusion, before the world shifted.

The room blurred around her, the ground and walls dissolving into insignificance as she drifted toward the door.

The door closed behind her with a soft, final sound, leaving the classroom in stunned silence.

Dust settled on the broken floor, and the air seemed heavier, as if it had absorbed the weight of what had just occurred.

Lin Feng stood alone, calm, almost contemplative, the faintest hint of a smile lingering on his lips.

He had not defeated her with brute strength. He had not humiliated her with arrogance.

He had done something far subtler, far more dangerous… he had forced her to confront herself, to face the past she had tried to bury, and to realize that the walls she had built around her heart were not as impenetrable as she had thought.