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

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Stop Marinating Me, I’m Not a Spirit Chicken!

The cup was still warm, and a rich fragrance continued to rise from its surface, reminding Ye Jian vividly of what she had just experienced.

Her heart trembled.

“If a single sip was enough to grant me hours of enlightenment,” Ye Jian thought inwardly, her eyes shining with awe and disbelief, “then this entire cup and every remaining drop inside it is absolutely priceless!”

She glanced at Lin Feng again, her gaze filled with gratitude, reverence, and no small amount of astonishment.

Never in her life had she encountered such a treasure, let alone been allowed to partake in it so freely.

At that moment, Ye Jian felt as though she were holding not a simple cup of tea, but a divine artifact capable of changing one’s fate.

One hour later, it was already past one o’clock in the morning.

The courtyard was bathed in pale moonlight, the gentle glow reflecting off the stone floors and casting long, soft shadows around the three figures.

The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of tea and the lingering warmth of the day’s earlier sunlight that had faded hours ago.

It was at that moment that Ning Xi finally stirred, stretching her arms lazily and letting out a long, satisfied moan.

“Hmmmm…” she breathed, the sound soft and almost reverent, as if she had just woken from the most precious, restorative sleep of her life.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she took in the surroundings.

The courtyard, the table, the remnants of tea, and then… she noticed Lin Feng and Ye Jian, both looking at her intently.

For a heartbeat, the three of them simply stared at one another in silence.

Ning Xi felt a mix of embarrassment, awe, and lingering wonder at the profound calm and clarity she had just experienced.

The glow of enlightenment that had radiated from her body earlier still felt warm and alive within her, even now.

Then, almost simultaneously, Ye Jian and Ning Xi’s gazes shifted to the only man in the room… Lin Feng.

He sat calmly, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, completely unbothered by the extraordinary scene around him.

“I know you two have questions,” Lin Feng said in a calm, low voice.

“And of course, I’ll answer them all. But first… we need to eat. The food has long since gone cold while you were savoring your tea. I’ll heat it up, and then we can talk.”

He rose gracefully and headed toward the kitchen, his movements casual but imbued with a quiet authority.

The air seemed to follow him, still and composed, as if acknowledging his presence.

Ye Jian followed silently, her hands still wrapped protectively around the warmth she could still feel from her teacup.

The tea inside had become more than just a drink… it was a symbol of the insight, power, and enlightenment she had just received.

She carefully set it aside as she walked, savoring the lingering fragrance that still clung to her senses.

Ning Xi paused for a moment, glancing at her own cup.

She hesitated then gently lifted it and placed it into her storage ring for safekeeping.

Such a treasure could not be left unattended… she knew its value extended far beyond simple tea.

Once the food was heated, the three teachers finally gathered around the table to share a meal.

The spread was enormous… dozens of dishes, each arranged with meticulous precision.

Steam rose gently from the plates, carrying a rich and intoxicating aroma that filled the entire courtyard.

Every dish looked flawless… tender meat glistening with sauce, vegetables cut into perfect shapes, fragrant soups with colors that seemed almost unreal.

It was immediately clear that this meal had not been thrown together… every ingredient had been carefully selected, every flavor deliberately balanced.

It was the kind of food one would expect from a master of the culinary arts or perhaps, someone with an almost divine skill.

Ye Jian’s eyes widened as she picked up a piece of tender, juicy meat on her chopsticks.

“I didn’t know you could cook, Teacher Lin Feng,” she said, a note of surprise and admiration in her voice.

“I can,” Lin Feng replied with a faint smile, his gaze calm but amused.

“But this one… I didn’t prepare myself. My personal cook handled all of it. She’s exceptionally skilled at her work. Everything here is designed to nourish the body and harmonize with one’s cultivation.”

He lifted his own chopsticks, taking a bite with deliberate care.

Each chew seemed to draw a small smile to his lips, as if he were tasting the culmination of years of preparation and refinement.

Ning Xi tilted her head, curiosity and surprise evident on her face.

“A personal cook? Why didn’t we get to meet them, Teacher Lin Feng?”

Lin Feng opened his mouth to respond, but Ning Xi barely caught a word after she took a bite of her food and then froze.

The moment the morsel touched her lips, her senses exploded.

The flavor alone was exquisite, perfectly balanced, each ingredient harmonizing in a way that made ordinary food taste like mere imitation.

But it wasn’t just taste… there was a subtle, almost imperceptible flow of energy in the food, a resonance that pulsed along her meridians and awakened her senses.

Her body shivered involuntarily, and for a moment, it felt as though every cell in her being was vibrating with power.

She instinctively paused, chopsticks mid-air, as a faint golden glow flickered around her aura.

Every bite she took sent waves of spiritual energy coursing through her, refining her own cultivation and subtly enhancing her control over her techniques.

Ye Jian noticed her companion’s reaction and raised an eyebrow. “Ning Xi… are you all right?”

Ning Xi swallowed hard, trying to steady herself.

“I… I think so,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of astonishment and excitement.

“This… this food isn’t just delicious. It’s… it’s like it’s alive. My body… I can feel it responding to every bite. My meridians… my energy… it’s as if it’s being refined while I eat!”