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

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Your Spear is Sharp, Senior Brother… Use It!

After what Huo Mian had witnessed earlier, there was no way she could believe that Lin Feng was truly a good teacher.

More than that, there were also his ruthless actions when he crushed Li Tianhao’s balls on the Dao Teaching Platform, showing everyone just how merciless he could be.

Still, Huo Mian was surprised by Lin Feng’s reaction.

She had expected fear, hesitation, or even flustered stammering from him.

Yet Lin Feng remained calm, composed, and utterly unshaken as if he had heard nothing more boring in his entire life.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone casual yet resolute. “Do it. I don’t care. Now, if you have nothing more important to say, Mentor Huo Mian, the door is waiting for your exit. Please don’t waste my time like this again.”

He raised his right hand slightly, beckoning toward the door, and the gesture was enough to ignite Huo Mian’s temper even further.

It’s my words against his, she thought furiously. It won’t be enough to remove this fraud from the academy. I also doubt that his students will turn against him.

Her gaze locked on his face, trying to find any crack, any hint of uncertainty but there was none.

Lin Feng’s expression remained serene, serious, and unwavering, making it clear that he had no intention of discussing the matter further.

Annoyance boiled within her, more than she was willing to admit.

Have I suddenly lost my charm? Why is this man not nervous? Not stuttering? Not even trying to please me at all?

Her pride, cultivated over decades of beauty, talent, and authority, could not reconcile with the man standing before her.

He refused to bend, refused to falter, and refused to acknowledge her expectations.

And that defiance… infuriated her more than she had expected.

Huo Mian, of course, was far too stubborn to leave so easily.

If anything, Lin Feng’s indifference only rooted her more firmly to the spot.

Her pride would not allow her to retreat like a defeated soldier.

Instead, her mind began moving at lightning speed.

She had always been intelligent.

Strategy, deduction, and timing were strengths she took pride in.

Even in an unexpected confrontation like this, she did not panic. She calculated.

If threats won’t move him… then pride will.

A faint, calculating light flickered in her blue eyes.

“How about we make a bet, Mentor Lin Feng?” she said at last, her voice regaining its cold composure. “If you win, you may name a condition. Whatever it is, I will vow to fulfill it wholeheartedly.”

She paused deliberately before continuing.

“But if I win, you leave Spirit Spring Academy voluntarily. No complaints. No resistance.”

The room seemed to grow quieter after her proposal.

It was a bold offer.

She was confident in her abilities.

Whether in teaching, cultivation, or reputation, she had never considered herself inferior to anyone in the academy.

In her mind, there was no scenario in which she would lose.

More importantly, she understood men.

Pride was a weakness most of them shared.

Challenge their courage. Question their confidence. Doubt their strength.

They would rush forward like moths to flame.

Unfortunately for her, she had met Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was not like most men, nor was he like any man she had ever encountered.

He stood far above ordinary expectations, beyond the grasp of mortal pride and shallow provocations.

“Sorry,” Lin Feng replied calmly. “I’m not interested. Please leave now.”

He did not hesitate.

He did not even pretend to consider it.

He simply refused.

The casual dismissal struck Huo Mian harder than a slap.

She bit her lip in annoyance.

“Are you afraid to lose to a weak woman like me? Is that it?” she pressed, her tone sharpening like frost forming over glass.

“And here I thought you were a fearless warrior, Mentor Lin Feng. You truly disappoint me.”

The provocation was executed flawlessly.

Any other man would have stiffened at the insult.

Any other man would have rushed to defend his pride, eager to prove her wrong.

But Lin Feng merely looked at her.

Unmoved.

“I don’t care,” he said plainly. “I’m simply not interested in a betting match. Nor am I interested in you.”

Each word landed with quiet finality.

“I can think of a hundred million more important things to do with my time than entertain this.”

There was no anger in his voice. No mockery. No hidden agenda.

Just indifference.

And somehow, that indifference wounded her pride more deeply than open contempt ever could.

He walked towards the door.

“If there’s nothing else, have a good day, Mentor Huo Mian.”

He reached for the handle.

It was then that Huo Mian felt something unfamiliar stir inside her.

Frustration, yes.

Anger, certainly.

But beneath it… something else.

What’s wrong with this man? she wondered, her thoughts racing. Why isn’t he acting like all the other men I’ve met in my life? I can’t read him at all or predict his actions.

All her life, men had reacted to her presence. Some became flustered. Others overconfident.

Many eager to impress.

But Lin Feng?

He treated her as if she were an ordinary colleague with an inconvenient attitude.

Nothing more.

The door opened.

Lin Feng was about to go through the door when Huo Mian felt a sudden surge of panic

“Anything!” she called out, her voice sharper than she intended.

He paused but did not turn immediately.

“If you win, you can ask anything from me,” she continued, forcing the words out before her courage failed her. “And I mean anything.”

The final word hung heavily in the air.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks, staining the pristine coldness she had worn like armor for years.

The Ice Goddess of Spirit Spring Academy was not accustomed to saying such reckless things.

Yet she refused to back down now. Pride alone would not allow it.

Still, beneath her embarrassment, confidence remained. She believed firmly in her abilities.

In her mind, there was no possible way she would lose.

This offer cost her nothing… because defeat was not an option.

Lin Feng slowly turned around.