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

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 The Night the Ice Goddess Finally Opened Up Her Fridge

Instead, every student she observed young and old alike looked toward Lin Feng with unmistakable respect.

Some even bowed slightly before leaving.

There was no doubt in their expressions.

Whatever they had experienced under Lin Feng’s guidance… it had been real.

And for the first time since arriving, the beautiful woman’s cold expression wavered ever so slightly.

Still, her nature was ever doubtful. She had always relied on logic, evidence, and visible results.

In her world, nothing was accepted without proof, and nothing was respected without demonstration.

It would take overwhelming evidence, mountains of it, before she would believe something so intangible as a silent lesson.

Worse still, she was quick to judge.

Years of talent and praise had sharpened her confidence into something colder, something harder.

Her naturally distant temperament only amplified that flaw, making her seem even more unapproachable than she truly was.

Three hours of silence?

To her, it was absurd.

She rose from her seat without hesitation, her movements crisp and controlled.

The faint sound of her footsteps echoed lightly across the stadium floor as she walked toward one of the adult students seated near the front.

He looked to be around twenty-five years old, broad-shouldered and clearly well-built.

Not the type one would associate with tears.

That was precisely why she chose him.

It was difficult not to.

“Huff…”

The man’s shoulders trembled slightly.

Tears streamed freely down his face as he quietly sobbed, though he tried to suppress the sound.

He was not wailing or making a spectacle of himself.

If anything, his tears seemed deeply personal. And he was not alone.

Several others nearby were wiping their eyes as well. Some smiled faintly through their tears.

Others stared ahead in stunned silence, as if they had just glimpsed something life-changing.

The sight only deepened her confusion.

“Why don’t you stop the act?” she asked coldly, her voice sharp enough to cut through the lingering stillness.

“How much did Mentor Lin Feng pay you to cry like a child in public? Are you even a man, shedding tears like this?”

A few students frowned at her words, but none interrupted.

The man slowly lifted his head. He did not look offended.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, inhaled deeply, and then… smiled.

It was not the smile of someone humiliated.

It was the smile of someone relieved.

“You don’t understand, Mentor Huo Mian,” he said softly, his voice still thick with emotion. “Did you not hear what Mentor Lin Feng said during the lecture?”

Her brows furrowed.

“I heard nothing,” she replied flatly.

And it was the truth.

For three full hours, she had heard nothing but wind and distant birds. No speech. No instruction.

No mystical transmission. Nothing.

She glanced around the stadium.

Several students were now looking at her in a way she had never experienced before.

It was not hostility. Nor was it mockery.

It was confusion.

As though she were the one missing something obvious.

Her pride bristled.

She opened her mouth to press further, but before she could speak, another voice reached her ears.

“It is not shameful for a man to cry, Mentor Huo Mian.”

The calm voice carried effortlessly, steady and composed.

She turned.

Lin Feng stood a short distance away, hands clasped behind his back. His expression was tranquil, neither reprimanding nor mocking.

“And as for the reason you did not hear anything,” he continued evenly, “it is because your heart was closed the entire time you were in this classroom.”

The words were not loud.

Yet they struck with unsettling precision.

“You came here expecting to expose a farce,” Lin Feng said. “You listened with suspicion instead of openness. You observed with doubt instead of trust. How could you hear anything when you were not truly willing to receive it?”

A faint breeze passed between them, lifting the edges of his robe.

“Sometimes,” he went on, “the most important lessons in life cannot be heard with the ears. They must be felt in stillness. Understood in silence. Realized when the mind stops struggling to analyze and the heart begins to listen.”

The stadium fell quiet once more.

Huo Mian felt, for the briefest moment, as though the air around her had grown heavier.

Her instinct was to refute him.

To argue.

To dismantle his vague philosophy with sharp reasoning.

But when she looked at the students again, she hesitated.

The twenty-five-year-old man who had been crying now looked calmer than she had ever seen anyone after a three-hour session.

His posture was relaxed, his gaze clear.

There was no deception in his eyes.

No trace of acting.

Only gratitude.

Mentor Huo Mian looked at the dozens of students around her, yet she found herself unable to produce a clever retort.

Every single one of them was staring at her as if she were the unreasonable one, as if there were something wrong with her thinking or, even worse, with her head itself.

It unsettled her.

This had never happened before.

Of course, it was only natural that she could not understand what Lin Feng meant.

During the meditation period, he had not been idle.

While sitting in stillness, he had conversed with each student individually, answering their most basic doubts and guiding them through their personal obstacles.

To speak to them one by one in the ordinary way would have been impractical and time-consuming.

Instead, he had used his divine sense, splitting his awareness to communicate with them simultaneously, offering guidance tailored to each person’s heart.

Sadly, as an outsider, Mentor Huo Mian had not been privy to such privilege.

“This…” Mentor Huo Mian faltered, genuine shock flickering across her face.

It was the first time something like this had ever happened to her.

All her life, people had looked at her with admiration and respect.

She was talented, beautiful, accomplished, and above all, the number one beauty of Spirit Spring Academy.

People’s gazes were usually fixed on her, filled with praise or envy.

Never confusion.

Never pity.

And certainly never the silent implication that she was the one lacking.

Her expression grew colder.

The temperature around her seemed to drop as her pride quietly bristled.

“Care to speak with me in private, Mentor Lin Feng?” Huo Mian asked, her tone sharp and frosted.