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

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 Why Is the Cold Goddess Suddenly Clinging to the Walls and Walking in Wobbly Steps?

Lin Feng did not leave Su Muyao’s side.

Instead, he remained beside her on the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept.

It would have been strange, even improper, for him to walk away after sharing something so intimate.

He could easily restore her to perfect condition.

With a mere thought, he could circulate his immortal qi and replenish every drop of energy she had lost, erase the exhaustion from her limbs, and return the color to her flushed cheeks.

For him, such a feat required no effort at all.

But that was precisely why he did not do it.

If she awakened fully refreshed, warm and radiant beneath him, he knew his resolve would be tested again.

The memory of her reactions, the way her tight jade pink portal trembled and clung to him, was still vivid in his mind.

His body had not entirely forgotten either.

Even now, he had to consciously steady his breathing to keep his thoughts from wandering.

“A true man has patience and discipline. I will not succumb to the wicked calls of the flesh. At least not right now,” Lin Feng told himself silently, forcing his restless thoughts back into order.

He adjusted his posture and closed his eyes for a moment, drawing in a long breath and circulating his qi inward instead of outward.

The restless heat within him gradually settled as his immortal energy flowed through his meridians in a calm, controlled cycle.

Desire was powerful, but so was will.

In his defense, few men placed in his position would have acted differently.

Su Muyao possessed a natural allure that was difficult to ignore.

Her beauty was not merely physical… it was in her presence, her temperament, the way she carried herself.

It would have been easier to swallow Mount Tai whole without chewing than to successfully resist Su Muyao in that state of heat.

Anyone would have been shaken.

Still, excuses did not strengthen one’s Dao heart.

“Even if I stray from the light at times, what matters is the decision to walk back toward it,” he reflected. “I am not flawless. I am not a saint. But I can choose who I become. I can be better and try again.”

Those thoughts grounded him.

He lay down properly beside her, careful not to disturb her rest.

One arm rested lightly around her waist, not possessive, not demanding, just present.

The room had grown quiet, the earlier intensity replaced by a soft stillness.

Lin Feng exhaled slowly.

Temptation, power, restraint, desire. All of it was part of his path. What mattered was balance.

With that understanding settling firmly in his heart, he allowed his eyes to close, letting the calm of this moment embrace him as he drifted into sleep beside her.

Meanwhile, outside the room, impatience was slowly beginning to brew.

Su Wanwan stood in the courtyard with her hands on her hips, her small brows furrowed in mild frustration.

“Where’s Mama and Mentor Lin Feng? Wanwan wants to show them something fun!” she called out again.

She had already knocked several times. She had pressed her ear lightly against the door.

She had even tried calling out in a louder voice.

Yet the room remained completely silent, offering no response whatsoever.

Li Zhiyan, who stood nearby, maintained a composed expression.

“They’re probably discussing something important, Wanwan,” she said gently.

“Mentor Lin Feng is likely giving Lady Su some crucial guidance in cultivation right now. Such matters require focus and cannot be interrupted.”

Wanwan puffed her cheeks. “But it’s been forever.”

“It has only been a few hours,” Li Zhiyan corrected calmly, though inwardly she acknowledged that three hours was not exactly brief.

She clasped her hands behind her back and glanced subtly at the closed door.

Three hours.

That was quite a long talk session.

If they were truly discussing cultivation techniques, it must have been a very thorough exchange.

“Come,” Li Zhiyan continued, redirecting Wanwan’s attention.

“Since we’re waiting, I will teach you some sword forms. If you improve even a little today, your mother will be proud when she sees it.”

Wanwan’s eyes brightened immediately. “Really?”

“Of course.”

Li Zhiyan drew her sword in one smooth motion.

The blade flashed under the lantern lights as she demonstrated a clean horizontal slash, followed by a controlled pivot and upward cut.

Her movements were precise and elegant, each step measured.

As Wanwan eagerly mimicked her stance with a wooden sword, Li Zhiyan’s thoughts wandered despite herself.

Three hours.

She had seen Lin Feng finish quickly before, lasting less than two minutes with Su Muyao. Yet the next time was completely different, as he seemed capable of enduring endlessly.

It was with Emery that he had remained inside with her for more than five hours without emerging even once.

Now, with Su Muyao again, it had already been three. The variation puzzled her.

“Can men truly be so unpredictable?” she wondered silently.

A faint warmth crept up her neck before she realized it. She quickly steadied her breathing.

Her imagination had begun forming unhelpful images, and she immediately shut them down.

“What am I even thinking at a time like this?” she scolded herself internally.

Li Zhiyan did not like the direction her thoughts had been straying ever since she met Lin Feng, and she quickly forced her mind back under control.

She adjusted Wanwan’s grip on the sword. “Relax your shoulders. Your wrist must be firm but not stiff.”

Wanwan nodded seriously, focusing hard.

Li Zhiyan exhaled slowly. Her duty was clear.

She was here to serve and to protect, not to entertain distracting thoughts.

Whatever Lin Feng was doing behind that closed door was none of her concern.

***

Another thirty minutes passed before the door finally opened to reveal two figures.

Lin Feng stepped out first, looking calm and composed as ever, his posture straight and expression unreadable.

Su Muyao followed shortly after.

Li Zhiyan’s eyes, trained and observant, immediately picked up on something unusual.