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

Chapter 174: Chapter 174 10,000 Years of Sword Intent vs. One Very Heavy Brick

Name: Huo Mian

Cultivation Base: Sixth Stage of the Core Formation Realm

Strengths:

Epoch Dominator Longevity Body – Gets stronger every year just by existing. Time passes? She levels up. Breathing? Minor improvement. Celebrated a birthday? Congratulations, she’s terrifying again. There is no plateau. Only growth.

Innate Celestial Eclipse Heart – Factory-installed concealment system. Her cultivation base is permanently on stealth mode. Even Dao Overlord realm big shots squint, probe, calculate… and still get nothing. She could stand in front of them eating snacks and they’d think she’s a harmless junior.

Weaknesses:

Possesses a catastrophic sense of justice. If something offends her moral compass, she will pursue it relentlessly. Argument? She’ll win it. Grudge? She’ll finish it. Injustice? Prepare funeral arrangements.

Once she locks onto a target, she does not uninstall the obsession until balance has been restored… usually by force.

***

Lin Feng could not believe his outrageous luck.

Of all the people he could have encountered, it had to be Huo Mian, the cold, proud, devastatingly beautiful woman who also carried her own unique cheat within her body.

The kind of woman who could freeze a courtyard with a single glance and still have admirers lining up to be turned into ice sculptures.

If only she weren’t a fellow teacher, he sighed inwardly. Then pursuing this fairy would be a simple matter of fate and mutual understanding. Alas… I am a man of discipline. A pillar of morality. A beacon of professionalism.

He straightened slightly, as if applauding himself for his heroic restraint.

Temptation, however, was a persistent devil. She stood there radiating elegance and challenge, and he was only human… well, mostly human.

Still, this situation could not be avoided. The little clash between them had escalated beyond casual banter. Pride had entered the arena.

Words had been spoken. A wager had been proposed.

And now?

Now it had to be settled.

Lin Feng calmly analyzed the stakes.

If I lose, I’d have to step down from my teaching position.

Unacceptable.

He quite enjoyed this job.

The respect, the stability, the daily entertainment… It would be a tragedy of historic proportions if he had to leave.

More than anything, his true passion was to impart knowledge and guide others along the right path in life.

Helping others brought him true joy.

Which meant…

He could only win.

So victory it is, he concluded solemnly. And if victory happens to come with certain… interesting benefits… who am I to argue with destiny?

He shook his head slowly, wearing the expression of a man burdened by fate’s unreasonable generosity.

“It seems,” he mused inwardly, “that this life insists on providing me with unexpected excitement.”

Outwardly, he maintained a calm, almost lazy composure.

“As you wish, Mentor Huo Mian,” Lin Feng said smoothly. “But I do hope you won’t go back on your word afterward. It would be most embarrassing if tears were involved later.”

His tone was gentle, but the teasing undertone was impossible to miss.

“After all, it was you who insisted on this matter between us. I’m merely accommodating your enthusiasm.”

He stepped toward the center of the room, movements unhurried. Each step carried the relaxed confidence of someone who had already calculated the outcome a dozen times.

Once there, he clasped his hands behind his back, posture straight, chin slightly lifted.

Not a shred of defensive intent could be seen from him.

Generous. Magnanimous. Absolutely infuriating.

“I’ll give you a dozen breaths to reconsider,” he continued casually. “You may attack first. I wouldn’t want anyone saying I bullied a fellow mentor.”

A faint smile curved his lips.

“But after that…” His eyes gleamed ever so slightly. “The match will already be decided.”

“Perfect,” Huo Mian muttered softly, a cold smile blooming across her flawless face.

Her eyes, usually calm and distant, now shimmered with restrained frost.

“I have seen your true colors, Mentor Lin Feng,” she said, her voice steady yet sharp enough to cut stone.

“Your heart is filled with wickedness and cruelty after what you did to Li Tianhao. You mislead your students with twisted teachings, and worst of all…”

Her gaze swept over him from head to toe.

“Your very bones are steeped in arrogance.”

A faint wave of spiritual pressure rippled outward from her body, subtle but undeniable.

“Prepare yourself,” she continued coldly. “I will personally see you escorted out of this academy.”

Despite her harsh words, she had no intention of taking his life. This was still sacred ground.

At most, she intended to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

She slowly regulated her breathing, suppressing her cultivation to a restrained level. Just enough. No more.

I’ve heard he defeated someone at the half-step Foundation Establishment Realm, she reflected inwardly. Impressive for his age… but meaningless before me.

Her lips curved slightly higher.

After all, I am at the Sixth Stage of the Core Formation Realm.

The difference between them should have been insurmountable.

A dozen breaths passed in silence.

Lin Feng stood at the center of the room, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed as though he were enjoying a gentle breeze rather than awaiting an attack.

His composure irritated her further.

On the twelfth breath…

She moved.

Her figure vanished without warning.

No sound. No fluctuation. Only the faint distortion of air where she once stood.

In less than a blink, she reappeared behind him, movements flawless and decisive.

Her palm gathered a measured amount of spiritual energy.

She aimed for the back of his neck.

A clean strike. Enough to disrupt his meridians temporarily and render him unconscious. No lasting harm. Efficient. Professional.

“Whoosh!”

Her hand sliced forward with surgical accuracy.

“What?!”

Her palm met nothing.

The Lin Feng before her shattered like mist.

An afterimage?!

Her pupils contracted.

A split second later, she felt it.

Warmth.

A single finger, lightly… almost lazily resting against the side of her neck.

Her body stiffened.

Impossible!

She hadn’t sensed his movement. Not the slightest fluctuation. Not even a ripple of displaced qi.

“Checkmate,” Lin Feng’s voice sounded gently beside her ear, calm and faintly amused.