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

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 Dual Cultivation is Good, but Triple Cultivation is Divine

The old man who stepped forward was naturally the gate guardian of the Wang Clan.

Since the clan lacked a Foundation Establishment realm powerhouse, his cultivation at the second stage of the Qi Condensation Realm already placed him among the stronger figures within their ranks.

Under normal circumstances, he carried himself with dignity and quiet authority.

But facing these two women was an entirely different matter.

Despite their composed expressions and the fact that their spiritual pressure was perfectly restrained, a thin layer of cold sweat formed along his back.

Years of experience told him that true experts did not need to flaunt their aura.

The more controlled it was, the more terrifying it could be.

Standing this close, he felt an unmistakable sense of danger.

It was subtle yet absolute, like standing at the edge of a cliff where a single misstep would mean certain death.

More than that, he could easily discern the power imbalance between them.

His many years of surviving in a world where strength dictated fate had sharpened his instincts.

One possessed a mature and elegant beauty.

Her gaze was calm and steady, reflecting experience, confidence, and a depth that only time could carve.

There was wisdom in her eyes, and a quiet authority that made others lower their heads unconsciously.

The other radiated youthful charm.

Her beauty was fresh and vibrant, her eyes bright with curiosity as she observed the surroundings.

There was a lightness to her presence, an innocence that seemed almost playful, though it did not diminish the strength she clearly possessed.

Together, they stood like two contrasting yet harmonious blades, equally sharp in their own ways.

And the old gate guardian knew that a single careless word could cost him far more than his position, perhaps even his life or his clan’s.

Though the Nine Peaks Sword Sect was widely regarded as a righteous sect, experience had taught him never to place blind trust in titles alone.

Cultivators, especially powerful ones, were unpredictable.

The stronger they were, the higher their pride tended to rise.

Many stood so far above ordinary people that the concerns of mortals no longer held meaning to them.

He kept his posture humble, his tone respectful.

The mature beauty finally spoke, her voice calm and steady.

“I am Xia Xinghe, and this is my disciple, Yun Luofeng. We are here to speak with the individual who assisted your clan in seeking justice against the Chen Clan.”

Her words were neither warm nor cold, simply direct. Yet even that simplicity carried weight.

The old gate guardian quickly cupped his fists again.

“Well met, Senior Xia and Senior Yun. This humble one will inform the Patriarch of your arrival immediately. Please allow this old servant to guide you inside so that our Wang Clan may offer hospitality to the best of our ability.”

He chose his words carefully, ensuring every syllable conveyed respect.

Xia Xinghe merely gave a slight nod, her expression unchanged.

Without further delay, the old man turned and began leading the two deeper into the clan grounds.

His steps were steady, but inwardly he remained tense.

As for informing the Patriarch, that was hardly necessary.

Even a blind man would have noticed the enormous flying boat parked within their territory.

News must have already reached the inner courtyard.

By now, the Wang Patriarch was undoubtedly scrambling to prepare, likely accompanied by the clan elders, all of them rushing to present themselves properly before such distinguished guests.

The arrival of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect was no small matter.

***

The two guests from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect did not wait long before a procession emerged from the depths of the Wang Clan’s inner grounds.

Footsteps echoed as a sizable group approached in orderly formation towards the main hall.

Yet what immediately caught everyone’s attention was not the number of elders present, nor the dignified aura surrounding them.

It was who stood at the very front.

It was not the Wang Clan Patriarch.

Instead, a young woman with long raven hair walked calmly ahead of the group.

Her dark hair flowed smoothly down her back like ink poured over silk, contrasting sharply against the refined robes she wore.

Her posture was elegant, her steps measured, and her expression calm and composed.

Behind her followed dozens of clan elders.

Even the Wang Patriarch trailed half a step behind her position, maintaining silence.

That single detail did not escape Xia Xinghe’s notice.

The formation alone revealed more than any formal introduction could.

The moment Xia Xinghe’s gaze settled on the young woman, her pupils contracted slightly.

“She is far too young,” Xia Xinghe thought, genuine alarm flickering across her mind.

With her cultivation and centuries of experience, she could see what others could not.

The young woman’s blood essence surged vigorously within her body, powerful and abundant, like a great river in full flood at the height of summer.

It pulsed with vitality and strength that could not be faked.

There was no sign of instability. No hidden injuries. No borrowed power.

This was raw, authentic cultivation.

The pressure was restrained, yet it existed undeniably beneath the surface, coiled like a dragon resting in still waters.

Xia Xinghe quickly drew a quiet breath.

Such cultivation at that age was rare even within the Nine Peaks Sword Sect, let alone in a local clan.

“It must be her,” she concluded internally. “The one who forced the Chen Clan to kneel.”

Beside her, Yun Luofeng’s curious eyes also observed Wang Yuyan closely, though with less subtlety.

She felt the faint oppressive aura radiating from the young woman and instinctively straightened her posture.

Meanwhile, Wang Yuyan stopped at a respectful distance.

Her gaze was calm, neither submissive nor arrogant.

There was no trace of fear despite standing before envoys of a major sect.

Instead, there was quiet confidence.

“You honor the Wang Clan with your presence, esteemed guests from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect,” Wang Yuyan said smoothly, her tone polite yet steady.

“My name is Wang Yuyan. I hear that you were looking for me?”

Her voice was clear and controlled, carrying naturally across the main hall without any need to raise it.