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

Chapter 116 This Villain Has Too Much Dialogue · Nov 04, 2026

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101 Chapter 101 My Inner Demon is Surprisingly Persuasive 2026-11-04
102 Chapter 102 Stop Marinating Me, I’m Not a Spirit Chicken! 2026-11-04
103 Chapter 103 I’m Only Here for the Loot, Please Put Your Clothes Back On (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
104 Chapter 104 Is It a Heavenly Vision or Is the Demoness Actually Sitting on Me? 2026-11-04
105 Chapter 105 A Pair of Peaks That Could Suppress the Nine Heavens 2026-11-04
106 Chapter 106 The Sword Goddess Fights Best in a Nightgown 2026-11-04
107 Chapter 107 The Redness of Her Blush Matches the Setting Sun 2026-11-04
108 Chapter 108 Her Legs Go All the Way Up to the Immortal Realm 2026-11-04
109 Chapter 109 How to Achieve Enlightenment While Eating Spicy Noodles 2026-11-04
110 Chapter 110 I Slapped Him So Hard His Great-Grandfather Felt It 2026-11-04
111 Chapter 111 The Sect Flower Wants a Dual Cultivation Partner 2026-11-04
112 Chapter 112 Kneel and Call Me Grandfather 2026-11-04
113 Chapter 113 Don’t Breathe Too Loudly, You’ll Offend the Ancestor’s Aura 2026-11-04
114 Chapter 114 So Rich that Even My Enemies Ask for Investments 2026-11-04
115 Chapter 115 Slapped Into The Next Realm 2026-11-04
116 Chapter 116 This Villain Has Too Much Dialogue 2026-11-04
117 Chapter 117 Is it a Bloodline Limit or Just Poor Plumbing? 2026-11-04
118 Chapter 118 Your Cheeks Are Softer Than Your Sword Technique 2026-11-04
119 Chapter 119 The True Meaning of the Deepest Dao 2026-11-04
120 Chapter 120 Why Fly on a Sword When You Can Roll Like a Boulder? 2026-11-04
121 Chapter 121 A Countenance That Defies the Natural Order 2026-11-04
122 Chapter 122 Rules are for Those Without a Foundation Establishment Father 2026-11-04
123 Chapter 123 My Resume is as Thin as a Cicada’s Wing 2026-11-04
124 Chapter 124 If Being Charming is a Crime, She Deserves the Lightning Tribulation 2026-11-04
125 Chapter 125 My Skeleton Glows in the Dark Now 2026-11-04
126 Chapter 126 This is Not Even My Final Form 2026-11-04
127 Chapter 127 Young Man, Your Sword is Blocking My Sunlight 2026-11-04
128 Chapter 128 You Call This Cuisine? My Dog Eats Better Spiritual Rice! (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
129 Chapter 129 The Ancestor Demands Your Forehead 2026-11-04
130 Chapter 130 I Don’t Care if You’re an Immortal Emperor, Take Off Your Shoes! 2026-11-04
131 Chapter 131 Swallowing the Sun Because It Looked Like an Orange 2026-11-04
132 Chapter 132 The Heavens Gave Her Two Great Mountains to Carry 2026-11-04
133 Chapter 133 I Could Defeat You with My Eyes Closed, But I Like Watching You Fail! 2026-11-04
134 Chapter 134 Stop Following Me, I’m Just Going to the Bathroom! 2026-11-04
135 Chapter 135 The Phoenix Yearns to be Ridden 2026-11-04
136 Chapter 136 She’s Reaching for My Hidden Dragon 2026-11-04
137 Chapter 137 Why is This Boulder So Warm and Squishy? 2026-11-04
138 Chapter 138 The Peerless Sword Queen Wants to Polish My Blade 2026-11-04
139 Chapter 139 The Widow’s Seduction Power Level is Over 9000! 2026-11-04
140 Chapter 140 Wait, Is This Training or a Honeymoon? 2026-11-04
141 Chapter 141 My Divine Sense Penetrated More Than Just Her Illusion 2026-11-04
142 Chapter 142 Wrestling with the Fairy until the Sun Rises 2026-11-04
143 Chapter 143 The Parched Flower Begs for the Morning Dew 2026-11-04
144 Chapter 144 You Coughed in My Direction Three Years Ago 2026-11-04
145 Chapter 145 Why Stop at the Treasure? Take the Walls Too! 2026-11-04
146 Chapter 146 Why is the Goddess Carrying a Brick? 2026-11-04
147 Chapter 147 If You Treat Me Like a Porcelain Doll, I’ll Break Your Arm 2026-11-04
148 Chapter 148 The Empress and the Saintess Are Fighting Over Your Sword 2026-11-04
149 Chapter 149 The Sword Fairy Fears My Chopsticks 2026-11-04
150 Chapter 150 The Fair Maiden’s Dumplings Are Soft, Plump, and Irresistibly Delicious 2026-11-04

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 This Villain Has Too Much Dialogue

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Feng tossed a neat stack of gold coins directly onto Mo Yan’s chest and face.

The clinking of metal against metal rang out sharply, and the sound seemed to reverberate through the tense silence of the restaurant.

Mo Yan’s eyes blazed with fury, his jaw tightening as his blood boiled.

“You’re courting death, boy!” he roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the room.

“I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice! How dare a mere junior speak with such arrogance in front of his elders! If you want to die that badly, I’ll grant you an early death myself!”

In a sudden surge of rage, Mo Yan slammed his hands against the table, ready to flip it and crush Lin Feng beneath it.

The air trembled with the force of his movement, his aura radiating danger and power like a storm about to break.

And yet… at that exact moment, something strange caught his attention.

Mo Yan froze mid-motion, his eyes narrowing. There was a calmness radiating from Lin Feng.

Any ordinary mortal would have collapsed in terror by now… trembling, sweating, perhaps even wetting themselves while begging desperately for mercy.

But Lin Feng was not ordinary.

He remained seated exactly where he was, posture relaxed, shoulders loose, as if he were merely waiting for the next dish to arrive.

An almost irritating smile curved across his handsome face… calm, confident, and faintly amused.

Mo Yan had sensed it.

Something was wrong.

And that realization stunned him in place.

“What’s… this?”

Mo Yan’s brows furrowed deeply.

He had been about to unleash his fury yet the moment he continued to move, something felt terribly wrong.

A violent nausea surged upward from his stomach without warning. It was not ordinary sickness.

It was sudden. Overwhelming. Absolute.

His throat tightened.

His vision blurred.

An unbearable urge to vomit twisted through his insides like a blade.

Mo Yan’s heart skipped.

He immediately tried to circulate his qi.

Nothing.

His meridians felt blocked. His dantian, normally a roaring furnace of power, felt like a frozen lake.

Silent. Empty.

Cold dread crept up his spine.

“What did you…”

Before he could finish his sentence, his body convulsed violently.

He staggered to his feet out of instinct rather than strength.

His dark robes swayed as his legs trembled beneath him. Then…

Foam began forming at the corners of his mouth.

Small bubbles.

Then more.

Saliva spilled down his chin as his jaw trembled uncontrollably.

His limbs jerked awkwardly, like a puppet whose strings were being yanked at random.

The once-dominant gang leader now looked like a fish flopping helplessly on dry land.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Impossible.

He was half a step from the Foundation Establishment Realm.

A man who had dominated Clear Moon City’s underbelly for decades. How could this happen?

He tried again to gather qi. Tried to roar. Tried to strike.

Nothing obeyed him.

His knees buckled.

Thud!

Mo Yan collapsed face-first onto the wooden floor. His body twitched once. Twice.

Then went completely still.

His eyes remained open… frozen in shock.

Silence descended.

A suffocating, unnatural silence.

For a full breath, no one moved.

Then chaos erupted.

“Boss?!”

“What happened to the boss?!”

“Boss! Say something!”

Several gang members rushed forward but skidded to a halt before touching him, fear overriding loyalty.

“I told you it’s Lin Feng!” one shouted hysterically. “He’s a witch! A demon cultivator! This is black magic!”

“Shut up!” another barked but his own voice trembled.

One of the men suddenly spat on the floor, panic overtaking him.

“Screw this! I didn’t sign up to die here!”

He turned and bolted toward the exit.

Two steps.

Three.

Then his body stiffened.

His arms locked mid-swing. His eyes bulged in horror.

A wet bubbling sound escaped his throat.

Foam spilled from his mouth.

Thud!

He crashed to the floor, limbs splayed awkwardly, unmoving.

The restaurant exploded into screams.

“Run!”

“It’s poison!”

“No… it’s a curse!”

But it didn’t matter.

One by one, as though an invisible executioner were walking through the room, the remaining Iron Rat Gang members began to fall.

A man near the wall clutched his throat—

Thud!

Another tried to leap through a window—

Thud!

Two collapsed together, knocking over a table as they went…

Crash!

Thud!

Within moments, the once-intimidating group of thirty-six hardened criminals lay scattered across the restaurant floor like discarded sacks of grain.

Chairs overturned. Bowls shattered.

Spilled soup pooled across the wooden planks, mixing with the foam dripping from lifeless mouths.

No visible attack had occurred.

No flash of qi.

No movement.

No strike.

Only Lin Feng.

Still seated.

Still composed.

He calmly reached for his tea, lifted the cup, and took a slow sip.

The faint clink of porcelain against wood echoed unnaturally loud in the stunned silence.

Outside, the crowd that had gathered gasped in collective horror.

“Thirty-six men…”

“All down…”

“And then there was Mo Yan too…”

“Did you see him move?”

“No.”

Ling Lan stood frozen near the kitchen entrance, one hand covering her lips.

Her heart pounded violently, yet her eyes were locked on Lin Feng.

He hadn’t even looked at them.

Hadn’t raised a finger.

And yet… they had all fallen.

Lin Feng placed his cup down gently and resumed eating as though nothing of significance had happened.

The scent of freshly cooked dishes still lingered in the air. Steam still rose from the plates.

But now the restaurant floor was littered with bodies.

And the only sound remaining…

Was the quiet, steady rhythm of Lin Feng’s chopsticks.

The crowd gathered at the doorway stood as if struck by lightning.

Not a single person spoke for several breaths.

They had seen it happen. Every second of it.

From Mo Yan’s arrogance… to his collapse… to the domino-like fall of all thirty-six Iron Rat Gang members.

And yet none of them could explain it.

There had been no flash of light.

No explosive surge of qi.

No visible strike.

No nothing whatsoever!

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