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

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 A Peerless Master Who Only Appears for Free Drinks

At first glance, Su Muyao appeared perfectly normal.

Her long blonde hair was neatly arranged, and her robes were perfectly in place, though her lotus tips remained slightly swollen, a lingering reminder of Lin Feng’s earlier attention on her prodigious bosom.

Despite this, her face retained its usual beauty and dignified composure.

But upon closer inspection, there were more small telling details that did not escape Li Zhiyan’s notice.

Su Muyao’s cheeks held a faint lingering flush. Her gaze was slightly softer than usual.

And most telling of all, the way she walked seemed subtly strained.

Each step was deliberate.

Careful.

Almost as if she were suppressing discomfort.

“Why is Lady Su walking in such an awkward way?” Li Zhiyan wondered silently, her sharp eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

It was not an injury. There were no signs of battle, no disturbance in her aura.

Yet something about her posture suggested fatigue, perhaps even soreness.

Three and a half hours.

The timing aligned far too neatly.

Li Zhiyan quickly lowered her gaze before her thoughts could spiral again.

She drew in a breath and noticed a new scent in the air, something she could not name and had never smelled in her life until today.

“What’s that scent?” Li Zhiyan registered the fragrance silently, maintaining a respectful face as if nothing had caught her attention.

It would be improper to stare and say the obvious.

Still, her mind worked swiftly behind her calm exterior.

Su Wanwan, however, was far less restrained.

Her innocence and youth had shielded her from fully understanding the intense ordeal her mother had endured in the past hours, the first intense battle in more than five long years.

“Mama!” she called out cheerfully, running forward without a care.

Su Muyao instinctively straightened a little more, masking whatever lingering weakness she felt, and forced a gentle smile.

“Wanwan.”

Lin Feng remained silent at her side, his expression steady, though there was a faint satisfaction in his eyes that only someone extremely attentive might catch.

“Sniff!”

Li Zhiyan inhaled slowly again, noticing once more the strange, addictive scent in the air.

Everything appeared normal on the surface.

And yet, nothing felt entirely normal at all.

“Mama, watch Wanwan’s sword play! Big Sister Zhiyan taught Wanwan! Wanwan is going to be the next Sword Fairy!” Su Wanwan’s voice rang out with excitement as she moved gracefully, demonstrating a series of precise stances from Li Zhiyan’s lessons.

Each motion was deliberate, her small body twisting and pivoting as if she were already dancing with the sword in her hands.

Unlike her past practice sessions hidden away in the back forest of the academy, she picked up the techniques much faster this time.

The reason was clear and obvious.

Lin Feng’s teachings had already laid a strong foundation for her and the other students.

That fateful day, when he had shown Liu Yang the true meaning of wielding a sword, had left an indelible mark on Su Wanwan also.

It had awakened an instinctive understanding of rhythm, balance, and control in her that now made her a natural sword prodigy.

Yet despite her growing skill, Lin Feng knew that Su Wanwan would hardly ever need to rely solely on the sword in the future.

Possessing two immortal artifacts gave the girl immense power beyond her years, even though she had not yet realized that she possessed them in the first place.

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Feng and Li Zhiyan prepared to bid farewell to the mother and daughter.

“Wanwan will see you tomorrow, Mentor Lin Feng! Take care!”

Su Muyao’s eyes followed Lin Feng with a heat that spoke volumes and an intensity of affection and desire that she struggled to fully conceal.

Lin Feng, by contrast, remained his usual cool and unreadable self, standing straight and composed, his expression betraying nothing of what had occurred behind closed doors.

No one could possibly imagine that he had already lost his cherry and was now a true man in every sense of the word.

No one would suspect that he had shared an intimate, passionate encounter with Su Muyao, the legendary widow of the Su clan, whose beauty and status were spoken of in whispers even among the elite.

If other men knew the truth, that Lin Feng had deeply claimed Su Muyao, they would be struck dumb, their hearts sinking with envy and disbelief.

To think that Lin Feng had already experienced what they could only dream of at night, what many would spend their entire lives longing for, was enough to make any man tremble.

They would weep and wail like children, overwhelmed by the cruel comparison between their fantasies and Lin Feng’s big Destiny.

Luckily for them, these men would not know the truth for many years to come.

***

When Lin Feng and his maidservant Li Zhiyan was finally out of sight, a slow procession of elderly men made their way toward Su Muyao’s little humble home.

Their steps were measured, deliberate, each footfall carrying the quiet authority that came from decades and sometimes lifetimes of rich experience.

“Lady Su, are you home?” called the leading elder, his voice calm but firm, resonating with a quiet authority that brooked no disrespect.

A few minutes later, Su Muyao appeared at the door.

She had carefully changed her robes, choosing a design that conveyed dignity and composure rather than allure.

She would never reveal herself so provocatively to just anyone as that privilege was reserved solely for Lin Feng.

“Clan elders! How may I assist you tonight? Please, come inside,” she said, bowing slightly as she stepped aside to allow them entry.

Her voice was polite, courteous, yet carried an unmistakable undertone of respect befitting the elders’ station.

The full assembly of elders, in all their venerable glory, was before her.

She knew each of them by heart, not merely because of their rank, but because the Su clan’s teachings demanded she memorize not only the individuals who could not be offended outside the clan, but also the long, intricate histories of her ancestors.

These were the heroes and heroines of the Su clan and those who had shed blood, sacrificed their lives, and endured untold hardships to ensure that the clan not only survived but thrived.

Their deeds were woven into the very fabric of Su Muyao’s upbringing.

“Was it something I did or didn’t do?” Su Muyao wondered silently.