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

Chapter 104: Chapter 104 Is It a Heavenly Vision or Is the Demoness Actually Sitting on Me?

Dinner finally concluded around two in the morning.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet courtyard.

With a casual wave of his hand, Lin Feng made all the dirty dishes vanish as if they had never existed, leaving the table spotless and pristine.

Even the faint scent of food in the air quickly faded, replaced by the cool, refreshing night breeze.

It was in this peaceful moment that someone chose to strike.

“Young Master Lin Feng,” Ye Jian said sweetly, her voice soft and delicate, “it’s already so late. May I stay in your home for the night? Surely you wouldn’t leave a defenseless and fragile woman like me to fend for herself out there in the dark, would you?”

Her tone was gentle, but the way she tilted her head slightly and clasped her hands in front of her chest made her look pitifully vulnerable… almost heartbreakingly so.

Earlier in the day, Ye Jian had used the title “Young Master” only to tease Lin Feng, a playful jab meant to provoke a reaction.

But now, at this moment, the words carried a completely different weight.

She spoke them because, deep down, she had finally accepted what she had suspected earlier today… Lin Feng was no ordinary man.

He was perhaps a true immortal of the upper realms.

After everything he had shown her in just one day… the tea that brought her to a perfect state of enlightenment, the food infused with boundless spiritual essence… Ye Jian realized she could no longer gauge or even guess his true identity.

Every expectation she had carried was shattered, replaced by a mixture of awe, deep respect, and cautious wariness.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “You’re one of the three Qi Condensation powerhouses of Spirit Spring Academy, Teacher Ye Jian. I highly doubt you’d face any danger at all.”

Ye Jian didn’t argue.

She simply looked at him.

Her eyes widened slightly, glistening under the moonlight, her lips pressed together in a small, wounded pout.

She said nothing but the look alone was enough to pierce straight through any rational defense.

Lin Feng felt a headache coming on.

“…Fine,” he sighed. “You can use one of the guest rooms.”

A victorious sparkle flashed briefly in Ye Jian’s eyes before she quickly masked it with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Young Master Lin Feng. You’re truly kind. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”

Lin Feng thought he understood exactly what this beautiful woman was trying to do.

He believed she had succumbed to temptation and decided to cross a line.

But just as he began to steel himself for the coming trouble, another voice… so soft it was almost lost to the night reached his ears.

“Lin Feng…” Ning Xi spoke, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “Can I… can I also stay for the night?”

Her cheeks flushed a faint shade of pink, and she nervously twisted her fingers together, clearly embarrassed and conflicted about asking.

Yet beneath her shyness lay a firm resolve.

The thought of Lin Feng and Ye Jian being alone in the same house stirred something uncomfortable in her heart, and she couldn’t bear the idea of being left out.

Lin Feng froze.

He slowly turned to look at Ning Xi, his expression blank for a moment.

“…You too?”

Ning Xi nodded lightly, her gaze flicking away shyly before returning with quiet determination.

“It’s really late… and I don’t feel safe walking back alone either.”

Lin Feng glanced at Ning Xi, then back at Ye Jian.

For a brief moment, the air between the two women grew subtly charged… no words were exchanged, but an invisible tension flickered, like two flames meeting in silence.

Lin Feng rubbed his temples.

“I didn’t realize that being this handsome and incredible comes with its own downsides… Everyone seems to want a piece of my awesome bones!” he thought inside.

But under their gazes… one bold and expectant, the other shy yet resolute he found himself strangely unable to refuse.

“…Fine,” he said again, this time more helplessly than before. “You can stay too.”

Two beautiful women.

One quiet house.

And a long night ahead.

Ning Xi and Ye Jian each claimed a room for themselves.

The courtyard was vast, with more than ten guest rooms lining its edges, each connected by smooth stone paths and softly glowing lanterns.

The space was quiet and orderly, giving the two women a rare sense of comfort and security.

The women chose the rooms closest to the master bedroom, and it was no coincidence.

Ye Jian had deliberately selected her room for easier access, while Ning Xi had positioned herself strategically, keeping a careful watch on Ye Jian’s movements, ready to intervene if necessary.

Thanks to their storage rings, both had an assortment of spare clothes, slippers, and personal items.

The night deepened.

The courtyard was still, save for the soft rustling of the wind through the trees and the distant chirping of nocturnal insects.

Shadows stretched and twisted under the lantern light, painting long, mysterious shapes across the smooth stones.

The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting.

Then, at precisely three o’clock in the morning, the silence was broken.

A door creaked open, and a slender, graceful figure emerged.

Someone stepped out, her movements measured, almost catlike, as she adjusted the folds of her nightdress.

The dim lantern light glinted softly off her hair, highlighting the subtle curve of her shoulders and the line of her legs.

Barefoot, she moved lightly across the courtyard, every step silent but deliberate, betraying an unusual confidence.

Her eyes were focused, unwavering, as if she already knew exactly where she was going.

She passed by one of the guest rooms and continued onward, intending to advance further into the courtyard.

The night was quiet, too quiet.

And then a voice. Calm, yet carrying an unmistakable edge of annoyance broke through the stillness.

“Where are you going, Teacher Ye Jian?”