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

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 I’m Just a Delivery Man, Why is the Empress Proposing?

The night slowly settled over the estate, and for Emery, it marked the end of another eventful day.

She returned quietly to her own quarters, the lantern light casting long shadows across the stone path as she walked.

Once inside, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a brief moment, allowing the silence to swallow her thoughts.

The strange emotion that had stirred in her heart earlier still lingered faintly, refusing to completely fade.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Lin Feng had already drifted into sleep.

His breathing was steady, his expression calm.

If anyone were to see him now, they would think he had not a single worry in the world.

Today had been one of the happiest days of his life.

He finally understood why people could become so addicted to making love.

That kind of experience was what made people become poets, stirred the deepest emotions within them, and even drove some to madness.

It was powerful enough to make people do reckless, crazy and unbelievable things in the name of love.

But not Lin Feng.

The days of him being a lonely single dog were over.

From now on, he would live boldly, confidently, and with unmistakable swagger.

As he slept, Lin Feng wore a wide smile on his face, as if even in his dreams, he was reliving the joy of the day.

However, while peace embraced his courtyard, unrest stirred elsewhere.

Within the vast estate of the Ye Clan, several figures remained awake deep into the night.

The atmosphere there was far heavier, filled not with warmth, but with calculation.

In a dimly lit hall, illuminated only by a few steady oil lamps, a male servant knelt on one knee before an extremely handsome young man seated above him.

The servant’s back was straight, his posture respectful, yet a thin layer of cold sweat shimmered on his forehead.

“That is the full report, Young Master,” the servant said carefully.

“Based on our direct observations, the accounts of bystanders and witnesses, and the intelligence gathered by our spies, there are no discrepancies in the information you currently hold.”

He paused briefly before continuing.

“I personally reviewed the findings more than a dozen times. I cross-checked every testimony and compared timelines. There are no visible flaws.”

The hall fell silent after his words.

The young master did not immediately respond.

He sat calmly, long fingers resting lightly against the armrest of his chair.

His features were refined to near perfection, his gaze sharp yet unreadable.

The flickering lamplight danced across his face, casting shifting shadows that made his expression even more difficult to interpret.

Silence stretched, heavy and deliberate.

The kneeling servant did not dare lift his head.

“So the Li Clan breaks my engagement with Li Zhiyan,” the handsome young man said slowly, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of something sharper, “and now she serves as a maid to a mere academy instructor who teaches children.”

A faint, almost mocking smile appeared on his lips.

“How ironic. How utterly unbelievable.”

He shook his head lightly, though the movement was controlled, measured.

Anyone watching him would think he found the entire situation beneath concern.

The oil lamps flickered softly in the hall, their glow casting long shadows along the polished floor.

His features were flawless, sculpted as though the heavens themselves had taken extra care in crafting him.

His posture remained straight, dignified. Not a single crack appeared in his composure.

But his fingers had stopped tapping.

The servant kneeling before him lowered his head further, not daring to speak unless addressed.

After a moment of silence, the young master spoke again.

“Go and send a message to the Li Clan.”

His tone was steady.

“Tell them I accept all of their terms. Inform them that I hold no resentment over the annulment.”

The servant stiffened almost imperceptibly.

“Yes, Young Master.”

The young man’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“A woman would only slow the draw of my sword. The path I walk demands absolute focus. My heart holds only the Eternal Dao. Attachments cloud judgment. Emotions weaken resolve.”

He rose slowly from his seat, robes shifting elegantly with the motion.

“If she has chosen her path, then I will not obstruct it. I have no need for distractions.”

His words were calm. Logical. Unshakable.

“I hear and obey, Young Master!” the servant declared firmly, bowing deeply before retreating at once.

As he exited the hall, admiration filled his chest.

As expected of Young Master Ye Chen, he thought proudly. Blessed by the heavens with unmatched talent and an unbreakable Dao heart. Even when faced with insult, he remains composed. No hesitation. No bitterness. He will rise above all others in this lifetime.

The servant disappeared down the corridor, already preparing the message.

Inside the hall, silence returned.

Ye Chen stood alone.

The lamps flickered.

For a long moment, he did not move.

Then slowly, deliberately, he turned and walked toward his private chamber.

Each step was measured, controlled, as though the world itself could not disturb his balance.

The heavy doors closed behind him.

He activated the sound-sealing formation with a flick of his fingers.

The air shifted.

The chamber was now completely isolated from the outside world.

Stillness lingered for a heartbeat.

Then…

Bang!

A porcelain vase exploded against the far wall, shards scattering violently across the floor.

Bang.

A wooden desk splintered under the force of a single strike of his palm.

Bang.

A jade ornament shattered into dust.

The destruction continued, methodical yet furious. Everything within reach became collateral damage.

The sound-sealing formation trembled faintly but held firm. Outside, the estate remained peaceful.

Inside, Ye Chen’s calm facade disintegrated.

His breathing grew uneven.

His chest rose and fell sharply.

The elegant composure he had displayed moments earlier was gone, replaced by something raw and burning.

“Li Zhiyan.”

Her name slipped from his lips, low and heavy.

Memories surfaced unbidden. The engagement arranged years ago.

The polite exchanges between their clans.

The unspoken understanding that she would one day stand beside him.

And now…

She served another man.

A teacher.

A nobody.

“Lin Feng.”

His eyes darkened, pupils narrowing.