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

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 Rules are for Those Without a Foundation Establishment Father

“Yang’er,” the Patriarch continued, and this time his voice carried a gentler tone, almost grandfatherly, “can you answer a few more questions about your teacher for us?”

“Of course, Patriarch,” Liu Yang answered immediately.

Inside, however, the Patriarch was in high spirits.

While the other great clans of Clear Moon City were scrambling to investigate Lin Feng… sending spies, probing for weaknesses, testing his background through indirect means… the Liu Clan had taken a far more direct and elegant approach.

Why risk offending a hidden dragon?

Why play games of suspicion?

They would gather their information from the most reliable source possible.

Their own child.

And judging by Liu Yang’s calm confidence and steady growth, the Patriarch was already certain of one thing…

Lin Feng was no simple academy teacher.

***

While Lin Feng’s fame continued to skyrocket, a sense of unease spread among those who had long been watching him from the shadows.

Many could not remain calm, their hands twitching, their brows knitting together as the reports came in faster than anticipated.

“It’s not good, Yan’er. We need to move quickly, or everything we’ve worked for will slip right through our fingers,” Li Yuhua said sharply, her voice tight with urgency as she placed a firm hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

Her eyes were filled with worry as they flicked toward the reports again, each one confirming the rapid spread of Lin Feng’s reputation.

“I know, Mother. I… I just didn’t expect that Lin Feng’s fame would rise this high, and so quickly,” Li Zhiyan replied, her tone a mixture of worry and alarm.

Her fingers drummed nervously on the armrest of her chair.

She had only been quietly gathering information about Lin Feng for two days, sending her trusted people and spies to follow his every move.

In that short span, the rumors had already begun to take shape… Lin Feng had supposedly defeated a cultivator at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm without even making physical contact.

If even a fraction of that story were true, it meant his methods and abilities were far beyond ordinary comprehension, extraordinary even by the standards of the city’s top talents.

Li Yuhua’s gaze softened slightly as she looked at her daughter, though it remained sharp and calculating.

“Dust and garbage can never cover shining gold, daughter,” she said thoughtfully. “No matter how much people try to suppress it, true value always reveals itself eventually. Lin Feng’s brilliance will shine through, just as gold pierces through the dirt and grime surrounding it. And now, with his reputation spreading this quickly, we cannot afford to delay any longer. Every moment we hesitate, others are closing in, trying to claim what should be ours to understand and utilize.”

Li Zhiyan nodded solemnly, a flicker of determination crossing her features.

“I understand, Mother. Then we’ll act. We cannot fall behind.”

Li Yuhua allowed herself a small, approving smile.

“Good. I have complete confidence in you, Yan’er. No man can resist your charm.”

***

A new day dawned… it was Wednesday, and the academy was already alive with the usual morning bustle.

Lin Feng arrived at his usual time, nine o’clock sharp, moving through the halls with the effortless poise of someone used to being the center of attention.

Students and even a few teachers glanced up as he passed, their eyes drawn instinctively to him.

His striking features, combined with the calm confidence of someone who carried his hands behind his back, made him impossible to ignore.

To many, he seemed like a living legend, a figure so extraordinary that all other celebrities in the academy paled in comparison.

Whispers followed him wherever he walked…

That’s Lin Feng… Teacher Lin Feng… The one everyone talks about.

When he reached Classroom 101, Lin Feng stopped a few paces from the door, taking in the scene before him.

There was a crowd of at least a hundred students, though not all were children or teenagers.

He noticed older people in the picture, a middle-aged man, and even an elderly cultivator, all standing among the younger students, clutching papers tightly in their hands.

Lin Feng could tell at a glance what these papers were… applications, petitions, or letters begging him to accept them as students.

He didn’t need to read a single word… the desperation, hope, and determination radiating from the crowd was more than enough.

The moment the students spotted him, all restraint vanished.

They surged forward like a tidal wave, shouting and jostling each other in their eagerness.

Their voices rose in a chaotic chorus that echoed through the corridor and even down the hallways.

“Teacher Lin Feng! Please accept me as your student!”

“Me too! Teacher Lin Feng! I’ll do whatever you want… study day and night, never rest, follow your every instruction!”

“I’ll be your cow and horse, even your chair and you can sit on me whenever you’re tired,” the old man said.

“I don’t care what I have to endure! I’ll swim the deepest oceans, cross the hottest deserts, and walk through the burning plains of hell just to study under you!” another older man vowed.

“You don’t count… you’re already an uncle… you’re thirty years old!” someone called out sharply, their voice cutting through the noisy crowd.

A ripple of laughter followed, and several students pointed and jeered, shaking their heads in disbelief.

“At your age, you should be settled down, raising children, not running after a teacher like Lin Feng! What are you even thinking?”

The crowd froze, and then laughter rippled through the students.

Some groaned, others shook their heads, but no one dared step back.

The energy in the air was electric, almost tangible, as though the very walls of Classroom 101 were vibrating with anticipation.

The crowd pressed closer, each person trying to be seen first, trying to make their plea louder, more desperate, more unforgettable.

Even the older students… some barely ten years old, yet already trained in discipline could not hide the nervous energy radiating from them.

Lin Feng raised a hand, and a hush slowly fell over the group.

His expression remained calm, almost serene, though a faint smile played at the corner of his lips.