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

Chapter 177: Chapter 177 Applying for a Disability Pension After One Night of Bliss

“Now y…” Lin Feng began, but his words died on his lips when he heard Huo Mian moan and growl as she continued to struggle.

It was clear she had never been one to give up easily.

“Hmmmp…”

“Ahhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhh….”

“Ughhhhh…” Huo Mian attempted to circulate her techniques, directing her spiritual sense to force her palm forward and complete the slap.

She poured her will into it, commanding her body to move, commanding her power to obey.

Yet even that small wish was denied.

Her spiritual energy responded sluggishly, as though it no longer belonged to her.

The connection she had refined over many years of cultivation felt distant, muffled, severed at its source.

No matter how fiercely she pushed, her arm remained frozen in place.

It was in that moment that a chilling realization settled over her.

This was not mere restraint.

This was absolute control.

It was then that a far more terrifying truth settled over her like a cold shadow.

“You… you’re not in the third stage of the Body Refining Realm, are you?” Huo Mian asked, though the question was more for formality than curiosity.

She did not need an answer.

The speed, the precision, the effortless control Lin Feng had exhibited moments ago was proof enough.

He was far beyond anything she had imagined, far beyond what anyone believed him to be.

They had all misjudged him. Every single one of them was wrong.

“Well… it’s not only you who can keep your cultivation base a secret in this academy, my dearest bed slave,” Lin Feng said, his voice smooth, almost playful, as he turned toward the door.

There was no rush, no fear, only an air of supreme confidence that made the hair on her arms rise.

“Now be a good pet and repair the damage you’ve done in this room. I don’t want anyone discovering my secrets… or yours,” he added calmly, almost teasingly, before stepping out.

His departure left a hollow echo in the room, the faintest disturbance in the air where his presence had been.

Ten seconds later, Huo Mian’s control over her body slowly returned.

Every muscle that had stiffened, every tendril of her spiritual energy that had been blocked, now flowed freely again.

“Mentor Lin Feng, who are you really?” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

A chill settled over her.

She had always known the world of cultivation was filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, people far stronger than they appeared.

Within Spirit Spring Academy, she had always assumed that she was the strongest figure, especially since even the dean was only in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Lin Feng shattered that illusion.

He was not only powerful… he was a hidden master, one who had mastered the art of blending in, moving unnoticed even in mortal cities.

His calm, unassuming demeanor belied a depth of strength and cunning that far surpassed what Huo Mian had imagined possible.

She stood in the ruined room, still trembling slightly from the aftershock of being controlled.

Her eyes roamed over the scattered furniture, the faint cracks in the walls, the small imperfections left behind.

Her thoughts raced. Escape. Strategy. Countermeasures.

Every instinct she had honed over years of training screamed at her to act, to prepare, to ensure she would not fall prey to someone like him again.

How could she evade his grasp?

How could she stop herself from being ensnared, manipulated, or worse, reduced to nothing more than a bed slave beneath his control?

The thought alone sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

Huo Mian’s mind churned as she paced slightly, feeling the weight of helplessness she had experienced moments ago, the sensation of being frozen and at the mercy of Lin Feng’s control.

She had never faced someone like him before… not in skill, not in cunning, not in the terrifying composure that made him untouchable.

Her eyes glinted with determination as she whispered to herself, “I will not be anyone’s bed slave. Not him, not anyone.”

A single, quiet breath later, Huo Mian was gone.

She had vanished not only from the room but from the entire stadium.

Not content with merely walking away, she submitted a formal request for an indefinite leave from the academy, citing urgent matters outside Clear Moon City.

The reasons were vague, intentionally so, crafted to avoid any scrutiny or suspicion.

By nightfall, she was already far from the city’s boundaries, traveling through winding mountain paths and dense forests, her figure swallowed by the darkness and distance.

Huo Mian left without saying a word and did not bother repairing the damaged room, leaving everything exactly as it was.

Lin Feng, of course, knew all of this.

He had observed her actions through his divine sense, anticipated her responses, and even predicted the path she would take.

Yet he did not care. He did not chase her, nor did he make the slightest attempt to stop her.

In fact, he considered her absence a big relief.

The farther she was from him, the better.

“Sayonara, Mentor Huo Mian,” Lin Feng said softly, almost to himself, the words carrying a strange mix of amusement and mock solemnity.

“May your travels be safe, and may you stay away from me until the end of time.”

His lips curved into a faint, self-satisfied smile.

The tension of the day, the testing, the overwhelming power she had displayed… all of it had dissipated.

Even the damaged room had been restored, becoming pristine and flawless once more, as if nothing had ever happened.

It was replaced by a quiet anticipation, a simmering excitement for what the evening would bring.

Lunch had already been taken care of, a simple meal to fuel him for the rest of the day.

Now, his focus shifted entirely to Su Muyao.

He was on his way to visit her, already imagining the reaction she would have when he arrived.

He could almost feel the thrill of the night to come, the playful chaos that would erupt in the intimacy of her room.

“I’ll make love to her for at least twelve hours… perhaps more. Yes… Fifteen hours should be just right,” Lin Feng muttered to himself, a faint smile curving his lips as a carefully crafted plan slowly took form in his mind.