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

Chapter 120 Why Fly on a Sword When You Can Roll Like a Boulder? · 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 120: Chapter 120 Why Fly on a Sword When You Can Roll Like a Boulder?

“Ahhhh… smooth and fresh… I’m fortunate to have acquired this batch for my collection. And without lifting a finger for it. Sometimes luck truly arrives from the most unexpected corners.”

The fat man exhaled in satisfaction, his lewd grin stretching across his fleshy face.

He adjusted his clothes carefully, smoothing the wrinkles from his robe as though he were a refined gentleman rather than the keeper of this grim underground chamber.

The air was thick with the scent of preservatives and damp stone.

Lantern light flickered weakly along the walls, casting trembling shadows that made the rows before him seem almost alive.

He turned slowly.

Before him stood a long line of pale, naked bodies arranged upright with eerie precision.

Their skin was unnaturally smooth, preserved flawlessly.

Their expressions were empty, yet almost serene like statues carved from flesh.

His small eyes narrowed in appreciation.

“Truly a wonder,” he murmured.

He clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing leisurely.

“In my heyday… perhaps I could have created something of this caliber on my own. My control back then was exquisite. My understanding of flesh and spirit far superior to these crude refinements.”

His hand drifted toward his swollen stomach, patting it with mild irritation.

“But now…”

A scoff escaped him.

“I’ve grown old. Fat. Sluggish. Defeated. Reduced to hiding in this miserable hellhole beneath a city that doesn’t even know I exist.”

Bitterness crept into his voice.

He had once been feared.

Once, his name alone was enough to empty cities.

Now he wore the disguise of a lowly morgue attendant handling corpses by day, refining them by night.

His expression shifted as another name surfaced in his thoughts.

“Lin Feng…”

He spoke it softly, cautiously.

Even with the mortal eyes he currently wore to avoid attention, he could sense something abnormal about Lin Feng’s methods.

It was the kind of techniques only true old monsters mastered.

The fat man’s gaze flickered toward the ceiling, as if he could see beyond layers of earth and stone into the vast city above.

“That one… I must not encounter him.”

There was no bravado in his tone this time.

Only calculation.

“If he notices even a trace of what I’m doing down here… of what I truly am then…”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t need to.

The cultivation world was merciless.

And Lin Feng did not seem like someone who tolerated filth growing beneath his territory.

The fat man resumed pacing, slower now.

“Should I leave this city?”

Clear Moon City had been the perfect hiding place for him until now.

As a mortal city, it lacked the violent fluctuations of high-level cultivation territories.

There were no constant realm wars, no ancient monsters passing through, no overwhelming sect elders sweeping the skies with oppressive auras.

Life here moved at a slower, almost mundane pace.

And that was precisely why he had chosen it.

The absence of true experts meant fewer risks. No one strong enough to see through him at a glance.

No terrifying old ancestor suddenly descending to investigate minor disturbances.

The strongest figures here were merely stepping stones compared to the world beyond.

It was quiet.

Predictable.

Safe.

Or at least, it had been.

Leaving would mean abandoning years of careful concealment.

Years of preparation.

Years of harvesting.

His eyes drifted back to the silent figures before him.

“Such fine specimens…”

Greed flickered in his gaze, battling against the thread of instinctive fear tightening in his chest.

He was no fool.

He had survived this long because he knew when to retreat.

But he was also prideful.

And pride whispered that perhaps he was overthinking it.

Perhaps Lin Feng had no interest in him. Perhaps the old monster had larger matters to attend to.

Still…

The fat man’s grin faded slightly.

“Troublesome…”

***

And just like that, the name of Lin Feng rang out once more across Clear Moon City.

What began as a whisper in tea houses quickly turned into lively debate in taverns, markets, and clan courtyards.

The rumor that he had defeated an expert who was half a step into the Foundation Establishment Realm spread like wildfire with each retelling more exaggerated than the last.

Some swore they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

“He didn’t even move!” one man insisted loudly at a wine stall. “He just sat there!”

Another leaned in conspiratorially. “Move? He didn’t even blink! I heard he merely winked at Mo Yan…”

“And then?” someone asked eagerly.

“And then Mo Yan collapsed on the spot! Foam bubbling from his mouth! His eyes rolled back like he’d seen the King of Hell himself!”

Gasps followed.

In a city of mortals and low-level cultivators, such a story was nothing short of legendary.

Whether truth or embellishment hardly mattered anymore. What mattered was perception.

And in the eyes of Clear Moon City, Lin Feng had just transformed from a trash teacher into an unfathomable expert.

As the rumors grew more dramatic, so did the reactions.

Clan leaders convened private meetings. Small sect representatives began sending discreet inquiries.

Even wealthy merchant families started asking subtle questions.

Who was he?

Where did he come from?

“Does he have a wife?”

Naturally, once his name began circulating, so did attention.

Many eyes started following Lin Feng’s movements.

He would walk down a street, and a vendor would seem overly curious.

He would dine in a restaurant, and a patron at the corner table would lower his gaze just a fraction too late.

He would pass through an alley, and shadows would shift ever so slightly behind him.

Spies.

Some subtle.

Some laughably obvious.

Ironically, a few of those spies even recognized one another.

They brushed shoulders in narrow streets, exchanged knowing glances, and silently acknowledged the competition.

After all, Clear Moon City was only a mortal city.

Its hidden currents were shallow compared to true cultivation strongholds.

The forces operating within it were minor clans, wandering cultivators, and opportunistic merchants.

None of them possessed the depth or subtlety of cultivators from the higher realms.

In Clear Moon City, Foundation Establishment experts stood at the very top of the food chain.

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