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

Chapter 117 Is it a Bloodline Limit or Just Poor Plumbing? · 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 117: Chapter 117 Is it a Bloodline Limit or Just Poor Plumbing?

Lin Feng had not even stood up.

The silence was suffocating.

Then, like a dam breaking, whispers began to spread.

“Did you see him move?”

“No… I swear he didn’t.”

“Then how did he do it?”

One middle-aged cultivator swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

“Lin Feng didn’t even touch them… and yet their meridians were sealed instantly. Mo Yan couldn’t circulate a single strand of qi.”

Another man nodded vigorously.

“That wasn’t poison. It couldn’t be. Poison takes time. This was immediate.”

“Even Mo Yan… a peak Qi Condensation expert fell without resistance…” someone added quietly.

The implications of that statement weighed heavily on everyone present.

Mo Yan was not some small fry. He had dominated the underworld of Clear Moon City for decades.

He was rumored to be only half a step away from Foundation Establishment.

And yet…

He had collapsed like a powerless mortal.

“I believe,” an elderly spectator murmured, stroking his beard with shaking fingers, “that everyone in this city has been underestimating Lin Feng.”

Several heads turned toward him.

“We thought he was merely talented. Bold. Maybe a bit eccentric,” the old man continued. “But this… this is something entirely different.”

A younger cultivator spoke up, eyes wide with realization. “He’s not just crossing cultivation stages… he’s leapfrogging entire realms.”

“And he did it while sitting down,” another whispered.

The phrase repeated itself quietly through the crowd.

While sitting down.

The more they thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Lin Feng had not displayed aggression. He had not shouted. He had not even frowned.

He had simply eaten his meal.

And thirty-seven powerful men had fallen.

A strange mixture of awe and dread filled the air.

“Lin Feng… is not simple,” someone finally said.

That sentence carried weight.

It was no longer gossip. It was no longer speculation. It was acknowledgment.

Inside the restaurant, the bodies of the Iron Rat Gang members remained scattered across the wooden floor.

Some lay face-down, others on their backs with eyes wide open, frozen in terror.

Overturned chairs and shattered bowls painted a chaotic picture of what had once been a gang’s show of force.

And in the center of it all…

Lin Feng calmly picked up his tea cup.

He took a slow sip.

The faint clink of porcelain against the table sounded unnaturally loud in the stunned silence.

When his gaze casually drifted toward the doorway, the effect was immediate.

Every single person outside stiffened.

Heads lowered.

Some even took involuntary steps backward.

No one dared meet his eyes for more than a heartbeat.

It felt as though a mountain had glanced in their direction… silent, immovable, absolute.

He hadn’t threatened them.

He hadn’t spoken to them.

Yet the pressure radiating from him made their breathing uneven.

Several cultivators who had once scoffed at his name now felt cold sweat soaking their backs.

“If he can suppress Mo Yan so effortlessly…” one man whispered, “what would happen if he truly tried?”

No one answered.

They did not want to imagine it.

Outside, word had already begun spreading like wildfire.

People further down the street were asking what happened. Messengers ran to nearby markets.

Shopkeepers leaned out from their stalls to get a better look.

Lin Feng finally rose from his seat and gave a small, almost helpless shake of his head, as though the entire ordeal had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

“It’s truly difficult to find peace these days,” he said calmly. His tone wasn’t loud, yet every single person… inside and outside the restaurant heard him with absolute clarity.

His voice carried effortlessly, smooth and steady.

“Even when I’m just eating quietly, someone always finds a creative way to disturb me.”

The words weren’t shouted. They weren’t angry.

They were… disappointed.

That somehow made them even heavier.

The spectators at the doorway instinctively lowered their heads.

No one dared respond.

Lin Feng then turned his gaze toward Ling Lan.

The sharp, unreadable look in his eyes softened immediately.

A faint apologetic smile appeared on his handsome face, the earlier coldness vanishing as if it had never existed.

“Please continue cooking, Chef,” he said gently. “Don’t let this ruin the mood. I’ll take care of the bodies.”

His tone was so casual it almost felt surreal.

Ling Lan stood frozen for a moment, her heart still pounding from everything that had just happened.

Thirty-six men… including Mo Yan… all collapsed in seconds.

And yet Lin Feng was apologizing for disturbing her cooking.

She nodded faintly, though her hands trembled.

Lin Feng gave a light wave of his hand and began dragging the bodies away one by one.

No one stepped forward to assist him.

Not because they were unwilling.

But because they were terrified.

Each time he bent down and lifted one of the fallen gang members, the crowd outside stiffened.

The once-feared Iron Rat Gang now looked pitiful… limp, powerless, utterly defeated.

Mo Yan, who had strutted in with dominance and authority, was carried out like discarded trash.

Thud.

His body landed outside the entrance.

Lin Feng returned without a word.

Thud.

Another body joined the pile.

Over and over again.

The sound of lifeless weight hitting the stone street echoed like a silent announcement to Clear Moon City…

The Iron Rat Gang was finished.

Some of the fallen men had foam dried along their lips.

A few had lost control of their bladders in pure terror before collapsing.

The once-intimidating thugs now looked no different from frightened children who had wandered somewhere they should not have.

Lin Feng paused briefly when he noticed the mess left behind.

He sighed quietly.

“I suppose fear makes men forget themselves,” he muttered.

He disappeared briefly into the back of the restaurant and returned with a bucket of water and a mop.

Without pride.

Without complaint.

He began cleaning.

The scraping sound of the mop sliding across the wooden floor echoed in the heavy silence.

He wiped away spilled broth, shattered porcelain fragments, streaks of saliva, and other less dignified stains.

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