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

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 Condensing the Ultimate Nut

Yuan Bao froze mid-pose. “Huh? But Teacher, didn’t you say that outer appearance matters when finding a Dao companion?”

“It does,” Lin Feng replied calmly. “But so does strength. More importantly, absolute strength.”

He stepped forward, his voice deepening, carrying the weight of a seasoned cultivator who had seen countless worlds.

“For now, instead of losing weight, we will focus on making you stronger.”

Yuan Bao blinked. “Stronger… while staying fat?”

“Yes.”

“…Even fatter?”

“…Potentially.”

Yuan Bao’s expression twisted in confusion, disbelief, and faint hope.

Lin Feng continued, his tone growing more confident.

“When you are strong enough, even fairies and goddesses will have to kneel before you just to gain your attention. When you reach that height, you won’t be chasing women anymore.”

He paused, then smiled faintly, a dangerous glint appearing in his eyes.

“They’ll be chasing you.”

Yuan Bao’s jaw dropped. His breathing quickened.

His heart pounded as if thunder were crashing inside his chest.

“…Teacher,” he whispered reverently, “are you saying that… I can cultivate my way into romance?”

“Exactly.”

Yuan Bao clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, nearly toppling over due to his own momentum.

“Teacher! From this day onward, I swear to cultivate with my life! I will eat, sleep, train, and cultivate harder than anyone! If becoming fatter means becoming stronger… then I shall embrace fat as my Dao!”

Lin Feng watched in silence as Yuan Bao shouted his oath to the heavens, half-amused, half-concerned.

“…I have truly created a monster,” he muttered under his breath.

But deep inside, he knew one thing for certain.

This student of his… was going to become absolutely terrifying.

After that, Lin Feng carefully selected an appropriate training regimen for Yuan Bao, tailoring it specifically to his unique physique, constitution, and… unusual source of strength.

Only after he was satisfied did Lin Feng move on, checking each student one by one, correcting their mistakes, answering their questions, and giving concise yet profound guidance.

The more he observed, the more pleased he became.

Their foundations were stabilizing. Their comprehension was improving.

Their confidence was growing.

Time, as always, slipped away unnoticed when one was completely immersed in something meaningful and this class was no exception.

Before anyone realized it, the clock struck twelve.

Lin Feng gently brought his hands together.

Pak!

The sharp, soft sound echoed through the classroom.

All the students blinked in unison, their eyes regaining clarity as if they had just awakened from a deep dream.

A few of them even rubbed their eyes, confused, as though they had lost track of reality itself.

Only then did they realize how deeply absorbed they had been.

Some felt as if they had just experienced a sudden epiphany.

Others felt as though their minds had been cleansed. All of them shared one thought…

Teacher Lin Feng’s way of teaching… is nothing short of magical.

“Class is done for today,” Lin Feng said calmly. “I’ll see you all tomorrow morning. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Thank you, Teacher Lin Feng!” the students shouted in unison, their voices filled with respect and gratitude.

“It’s already over?!” Someone cried out in despair, clutching his chest dramatically.

“Teacher, I want more time with you! Please teach me some more! My goddesses and fairies are all waiting for me to rise to greatness!”

Several students nearby nearly stumbled from laughter.

“You’re shameless,” one of them muttered.

“But honest,” another added.

Yuan Bao ignored them completely, instead looking at Lin Feng with shining eyes full of hope, ambition, and far too much romantic fantasy.

“Teacher, if you have a spare minute, even just a minute, I’m willing to sacrifice my lunch break! No… my dinner! No… my entire rest of the year!”

Lin Feng sighed lightly. “Go rest. Cultivation is not something to rush recklessly.”

“…Yes, Teacher,” Yuan Bao said obediently, though his face still carried clear reluctance.

One by one, the students gathered their things and bid Lin Feng farewell, leaving the classroom with renewed motivation, burning determination, and the strange feeling that their futures had just taken a decisive turn.

As the classroom gradually emptied, Lin Feng stood quietly at the front, watching their retreating backs.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Lin Feng was the last one to leave the classroom.

As he stepped out into the corridor, he caught sight of Qiao Mei and Chu Jiangyue carefully helping Su Wanwan on her way home.

One supported her arm while the other walked beside her, speaking softly, making sure she was steady with each step.

Moments later, they arrived at a magnificent carriage gleaming in gold, its polished surface reflecting the sunlight like a small, rolling sun.

The sight made Lin Feng smile faintly.

“These students…” he thought, a quiet sense of pride rising in his chest.

“They’re not just good seeds… they’re sensible, kind, and know how to look out for one another.”

“A good day’s work is done,” Lin Feng muttered under his breath. “Now it’s time for me to enjoy myself as well.”

His stomach growled, not from hunger, but from the sheer desire to taste more exquisite food.

Xianxia cuisine was a realm of its own… far more magical and tantalizing than anything he had grown accustomed to back on Earth.

“I should treat myself to a great lunch,” he mused. Then, after a brief pause, his thoughts naturally drifted toward a certain round-faced disciple.

“I should take Yuan Bao too. That young man and I… we’re both professional-level foodies.”

A few steps later, another thought struck him.

“…Actually,” Lin Feng murmured, “maybe I should treat all my students to lunch.”

The idea pleased him. He nodded lightly, already planning when and where he would do it.

As he walked through the academy grounds, his relaxed pace sharply contrasted with the shock on the faces of those who noticed him.

Conversations abruptly stopped. Eyes widened. Whispers spread like wildfire.

“How is Lin Feng still alive?!”

“Didn’t the Li Clan swear revenge? Why is he still walking around like nothing happened?”

“The Li Clan is way too slow. If it were me, he’d already be six feet under.”

“Look at him… he’s even heading out for lunch! I bet today is the last day we’ll ever see Lin Feng in this academy.”

“Wait, wait, wait…” someone suddenly said. “Aren’t you the guy who joined that bet a few days ago?”

“Huh? What bet? What are you talking about?” the man replied, instantly on guard.

“Yes, I remember!” another person said loudly. “You said if Lin Feng defeated Li Tianhao, you’d eat Li Tianhao’s crushed… ahem… balls!”