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

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Stop Throwing Your Undergarments at My Flying Sword!

Lin Feng opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say a word, a sudden movement caught his attention.

Something flew through the air toward him with the faintest rustle.

“Hmmm?” he murmured, raising a hand casually.

The object landed in his palm as if it had been guided there by invisible hands… no sound, no bounce, nothing to suggest it had been thrown carelessly.

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his senses stretched to assess the item.

It was no ordinary object.

Even at first glance, he could detect a faint spiritual aura, deliberate and controlled, indicating that whoever sent it intended for him to receive it personally.

The thing that landed in Lin Feng’s palm was a delicate origami bird, its folds crisp and infused with faint spiritual light.

He unfolded it with a single motion and effortlessly read the message written within.

After a few breaths, the paper bird suddenly ignited without flame, turning into soft gray ashes that drifted gently into the air.

A light breeze carried the ashes away, scattering them to parts unknown, as if the message had never existed at all.

“So? You’re receiving love letters now in broad daylight?” Ye Jian teased, her lips curling into an amused smile.

“Who is it from?” There were countless ways of sending messages in the cultivation world, and these burning paper birds were among the most common and discreet.

“Someone unexpected,” Lin Feng replied calmly. “A new friend, perhaps.”

The letter was written by someone he had not yet met… Li Zhiyan… inviting him to her clan for dinner that very night.

However, Lin Feng did not need to think long about it.

With a simple sweep of his divine sense, he instantly grasped the deeper intentions behind the invitation.

An old matriarch from the Li Clan was attempting to cling to his thick thigh, hoping to secure a powerful backer for her family.

Unfortunately for them, Lin Feng was not someone easily flattered, manipulated, or coaxed.

His expression remained indifferent, but his mind was already calculating several steps ahead.

“Ding!”

A brush and a sheet of paper appeared in his hand as if summoned from thin air.

With swift, elegant strokes, he penned a brief reply.

Each character was imbued with faint spiritual power, causing the ink to shimmer slightly before settling onto the page.

He folded the paper neatly, and in the next instant, it glowed with a crimson brilliance.

The paper fluttered, its shape shifting, until it transformed into a lifelike bird.

With a soft chirp, it beat its wings and shot into the sky, disappearing beyond the clouds in the blink of an eye, carrying Lin Feng’s answer to its destined recipient.

Ye Jian watched the entire process with great interest, her green eyes sparkling.

“Tsk… mysterious as always,” she muttered. “You really aren’t just an ordinary body refining teacher, are you?”

Ye Jian’s eyes sparkled with unmistakable interest.

A cultivator at the Body Refining Realm could not summon, mold, or manipulate the spiritual essence of heaven and earth… that was a privilege reserved only for those who had stepped into the Qi Condensation Realm and beyond.

Yet Lin Feng had done it casually, effortlessly, as if it were no more difficult than folding a napkin.

With that single act, every rumor, every inconsistency, and every lingering doubt in Ye Jian’s heart snapped into place.

So the so-called “trash teacher”… was a lie.

She was now one hundred percent certain that Lin Feng was at least a Qi Condensation Realm powerhouse.

And judging by how naturally and calmly he performed such a technique, without the slightest strain or fluctuation, she suspected his true cultivation base was far higher… perhaps Foundation Establishment, or even beyond.

The thought alone sent a subtle shiver down her spine.

From that moment on, Ye Jian no longer viewed Lin Feng as a junior, nor as a colleague beneath her.

Instead, she saw him as someone who stood on equal footing… no, someone who might even stand above her, quietly overlooking the world with concealed strength and unfathomable depth.

Her gaze lingered on his broad back as he stood in the courtyard, calm and composed, hands behind him as if everything in the world were already within his grasp.

Her heart beat faster without her realizing it, and a strange warmth bloomed within her chest, spreading downward, making her feel inexplicably restless and unsettled.

She had felt this sensation before.

Just like Ning Xi.

In Lin Feng, Ye Jian could now see not just a mysterious man, but a potential dao companion… someone worthy of walking the cultivation path beside her, someone capable of shielding her from storms and standing with her at the peak of the heavens.

The idea both excited and disturbed her, for she prided herself on her composure, yet this man had quietly shaken her emotional foundation without even trying.

For the first time in many years, Ye Jian felt something dangerous stirring within her heart.

Interest.

Anticipation.

And perhaps… desire.

“…” Lin Feng merely smiled faintly and said nothing, his gaze drifting toward the far horizon, as if his thoughts had already crossed mountains and rivers and settled on matters far beyond this quiet courtyard.

A minute later, he turned and walked into his residence within the academy grounds, his steps unhurried, his posture relaxed, hands clasped calmly behind his back.

Only after passing the threshold did he finally offer a reply toward Ye Jian, his tone light, almost dismissive.

“I am nothing but a lowly teacher of Spirit Spring Academy,” he said. “Nothing special at all.”

To anyone else, it would have sounded like humble self-deprecation.

But to Ye Jian, who had already witnessed too many inconsistencies and miracles surrounding him, the words rang hollow.

His calm demeanor, his unshakable confidence, and the faint aura of profundity that clung to him like mist told a completely different story.

Lin Feng had already moved on, but the ripples he left behind in Ye Jian’s heart and mind slowly spread through her entire body, leaving her flustered, restless, and unable to calm herself.