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

Chapter 110: Chapter 110 I Slapped Him So Hard His Great-Grandfather Felt It

Lin Feng’s gaze softened slightly.

Everyone was progressing well.

Their foundations were solid, their attitudes disciplined, and their potential terrifying.

Lin Feng knew that, given enough time, his students would grow into towering figures… true giants who would command an era and leave their names carved into history and beyond.

As for himself, he was merely a lowly teacher. Or at least, that’s what he liked to tell himself.

All he truly wanted were the simple joys of life… good food, peaceful days, quiet nights… and, of course, a big harem.

“Hmmm… I think I’ll try another place to eat today,” Lin Feng said casually, his hands clasped behind his back as he strolled out of the academy.

Along the way, people greeted him warmly.

Some bowed respectfully, others smiled, and a few whispered excitedly to one another as he passed.

Lin Feng acknowledged them with lazy nods, his steps unhurried and relaxed.

And of course, the majority of people were still curious about why he wasn’t dead yet.

Then, amidst the bustling crowd, he spotted a familiar figure.

The moment their eyes met, the man froze in shock.

His face drained of color, his pupils shrank, and without a single word, he turned and scurried away like a frightened rat fleeing a ravenous beast.

Lin Feng merely smiled in amusement, completely unbothered, and continued walking calmly toward the academy gates.

“Did he see me? Is Lin Feng coming after me now?” Teacher Wu Haoxuan thought in a panic, repeatedly glancing over his shoulder as his heart pounded violently in his chest.

A cold wave of fear washed over his body, making his limbs feel weak and unsteady.

The memory of last week resurfaced vividly… how foolish, arrogant, and reckless he had been when he challenged Lin Feng to a duel on the dao teaching platform.

At the time, he had thought himself clever, righteous, even brave. Now, all he felt was regret.

Deep, humiliating regret.

Unconsciously, Wu Haoxuan clenched his legs together, a reflex born from terror.

He let out a shaky breath, relieved that his family jewels were still intact unlike what happened to Li Tianhao and praying that his balls would remain that way for the rest of his natural life.

From Saturday until now, he hadn’t enjoyed a single peaceful night of sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined Lin Feng appearing in the darkness smiling faintly, calmly, before delivering some unimaginable punishment.

Even in daylight, Wu Haoxuan found himself constantly on edge, flinching at footsteps, jumping at sudden sounds, and scanning every corner for danger.

In the end, all he could do was hope…no, beg that the Li Clan would get to Lin Feng first, before fear completely shattered his sanity.

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

He repeated the curse again and again, silently chanting it in his mind like a desperate mantra, clinging to it as if it were the only thing keeping him sane.

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

His thoughts spiraled, growing darker, more frantic, more obsessive.

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

“I wish Lin Feng would die an ugly death.”

In his fear and resentment, Wu Haoxuan finally turned to praying and praying to whatever twisted, dark, and evil gods he could think of… begging them to rid the world of Lin Feng before Lin Feng came to rid the world of him.

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Meanwhile, Lin Feng paid no attention to the plight of Teacher Wu Haoxuan.

The man’s fear and desperation were of no concern to him.

He wouldn’t lose a single second of sleep over someone so foolish.

Lin Feng knew that when Su Wanwan rose to fame and dazzled everyone with her power and presence, Wu Haoxuan would be slapping himself so hard out of regret that even his own great-grandfather would feel it.

Just imagining that moment brought a faint, amused smirk to Lin Feng’s face.

A few minutes later, he wandered down a quieter street and came across a small, unassuming restaurant.

The place looked modest, even a little worn, and the sign hanging above the entrance had faded with time.

Unlike the extravagant establishments that demanded spirit stones for payment, this one accepted only ordinary mortal coins.

Stepping inside, Lin Feng noticed immediately that the restaurant was empty.

Not a single patron sat at any of the tables.

The air was tinged with the faint aroma of freshly cooked food, warm and inviting, but the quietness made the space feel almost lonely.

His gaze swept the room and landed on a young woman behind the counter.

She was beautiful, yes, but she also looked fragile and dazed, almost disoriented, as if the weight of the world pressed down on her delicate shoulders.

Her hair fell slightly over her eyes, and her cheeks were tinged with pink, either from nervousness or exhaustion it was hard to tell.

Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped down the counter, and her eyes glimmered with the sheen of unshed tears.

It looked as though she was only seconds away from breaking down entirely.

“Ehem…” Lin Feng cleared his throat, just enough to make his presence known.

The young woman blinked rapidly, startled by the sound.

Her eyes swept the room, and she spotted Lin Feng.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed frozen in disbelief that anyone had actually entered the restaurant.