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

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Forbidden Access to Her Secret Spring

When did I become this picky? Lin Feng wondered. Am I really judging someone’s worth by something like this?

And yet, the truth was undeniable.

Perhaps it was because he himself was still a virgin… a fact he had carried from Earth into this cultivation world.

Subconsciously, he wanted his first woman to be someone just as pure, someone whose first experience would intertwine with his, untainted by anyone else’s shadow.

This is ridiculous… and yet… it matters to me, Lin Feng admitted inwardly.

His expression remained calm on the surface, but inside, his thoughts churned.

My future depends on this fact. My dao heart… my destiny… even my peace of mind could be affected by this choice.

Back on Earth, science had found ways to restore a woman’s virginity through surgical means.

In this cultivation world… a world overflowing with unimaginable techniques, ancient methods, forbidden arts, and miraculous pills… there were surely countless ways to achieve the same result, or something even more profound.

I just need to know… just to be sure.

That thought eased him slightly.

Still, his eyes sharpened and decided on his next approach.

With utmost subtlety, he extended his divine sense, like a whisper carried by the wind, carefully brushing against Ye Jian’s spiritual aura… not to invade, not to offend, but to observe.

He moved slowly, cautiously, ensuring that not even a ripple of disturbance would alert her.

As his divine sense explored, Lin Feng’s heart beat just a little faster.

Let’s see… what secrets do you hold, Teacher Ye Jian?

He maintained a calm exterior, still seated casually at the table, chopsticks in hand, as if nothing at all were happening while inwardly, he was probing in secret.

“What?!” Ye Jian gasped, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest.

For a fleeting moment, she felt as though Lin Feng’s gaze had pierced straight through her, stripping away layers of dignity, cultivation, and composure… leaving her utterly exposed, both literally and figuratively.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she even half-stood, ready to retreat or shield herself, as if some invisible force had suddenly undressed her soul.

But just as abruptly as the sensation arrived, it vanished.

Ye Jian blinked, stunned.

Had she truly felt that… or was it merely her imagination playing tricks on her?

She sat back down slowly, her brows knitting together, her breathing subtly uneven.

Even as her face remained composed, her mind was in turmoil.

Little did she know, Lin Feng had already reached his silent verdict.

“Amazing… Teacher Ye Jian is really still a virgin. A 111-year-old, peerless beauty, untouched,” he mused inwardly, his expression remaining perfectly calm on the surface.

“Many have tried, but Teacher Ye Jian never gave her purity to any man, woman, or beast… truly rare. Almost legendary.”

Then he sighed mentally.

“Unfortunately, she’s a fellow teacher. Mixing pleasure with duty would only invite chaos. Tsk, tsk… It’s truly complicated being a man with such unwavering upright principles.”

He shook his head lightly, as if lamenting fate itself, then calmly picked up his chopsticks again and resumed eating, completely unfazed on the outside.

“If I let my baser instincts dictate my actions,” Lin Feng continued inwardly, “I’d be no different from a mindless beast chasing desire. A man must know restraint, or he is no man at all.”

He took another bite, savoring the dish as though nothing unusual had occurred, while Ye Jian still struggled to shake the lingering unease in her heart.

Teacher Ye Jian and he simply could not be together… teachers becoming romantically involved would only disrupt order, destroy discipline, and plunge the academy into chaos.

“For the sake of the academy… for the sake of my principles… I must endure,” Lin Feng concluded silently.

And so, surrounded by beauty, temptation, and unspoken tension, Lin Feng chose restraint… proving once more that true cultivation was not only of the body and soul… but also of the heart.

“Are you okay, Teacher Ye Jian?” Ning Xi asked, her voice soft but clearly concerned.

She had noticed the sudden change in Ye Jian’s complexion… how the color drained from her face, how her posture stiffened, and how her movements became strangely hesitant.

“I-I’m fine…” Ye Jian replied, though her voice betrayed the slightest tremor.

Her eyes, however, remained fixed on Lin Feng, watching him as if he were some unfathomable enigma rather than a mere colleague.

Her mind was still spinning, replaying that fleeting yet overwhelming sensation, debating over and over whether what she felt was real… or merely an illusion born of overthinking.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng had already turned his attention back to the food, eating with unrestrained enthusiasm, as if nothing unusual had occurred at all.

He seemed utterly relaxed, completely detached from the silent storm raging within Ye Jian’s heart.

After nearly a full minute passed, Ye Jian finally steadied her breathing, straightened her posture, and smoothed out her robes.

She forced her expression back into calm professionalism, the kind befitting a Qi Condensation realm expert.

Only then did she finally reach for her chopsticks and join them at the table, slowly partaking in the luxurious feast… though her thoughts were still far from settled.

Two hours later, the group finally finished their meal, the massive table now littered with empty plates, polished bowls, and the faint lingering aroma of spiritual delicacies.

“Thank you for your patronage, Young Master Lin Feng! Please come again soon!” the waitress said sweetly, bowing low.

Her revealing robes shifted with the motion, displaying a generous amount of cleavage that bounced subtly with her innocent gesture… an unintentional yet unmistakable invitation.

Lin Feng saw everything clearly… and deliberately chose to ignore it.

His gaze never lingered, his expression unchanged, as if the tempting twin treasures weren’t even there.

Instead, he calmly stood up, adjusted his robes, and turned toward the exit.

Ning Xi and Ye Jian followed at his sides, each with her own thoughts lingering in her heart.

The waitress watched their backs retreat, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face before she quickly masked it with a professional smile.