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

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 The Spirit Porridge wasn’t the Only Thing She Craved

“Good morning, Seniors. If you are looking for my master, Lin Feng, you may wait inside. He will be out in a few minutes,” Li Zhiyan greeted with perfect politeness, her voice calm and measured.

Though she was known as the favored daughter of heaven in the Li Clan, standing before these two women made her feel almost invisible.

Their presence radiated authority and strength, a quiet but unmistakable pressure that weighed down on the space around them.

Compared to their aura, her own status and even her prestigious lineage seemed like nothing more than dust drifting in the wind.

She straightened her back, keeping her composure, but inside she could not help but feel a faint twinge of awe.

But even so, Li Zhiyan had reason to be proud.

She was confident that her beauty would not fall short compared to these women.

Even if she could not surpass them, she was certain she could at least match them in this regard.

“Thank you, Miss Li,” Xia Xinghe replied smoothly, her tone polite but carrying the weight of her own discernment.

Xia Xinghe and her disciple had spent the previous night meticulously researching Lin Feng.

Every strange occurrence in his life, every unexplained event that had happened over the past two weeks, had been examined and analyzed in detail.

She did not blame the clans or factions in the city for their suspicion or fascination with him.

In fact, putting herself in their place, she understood why many would act in that manner.

Lin Feng was not simple, and anyone with eyes to see could tell that his influence and abilities extended beyond ordinary comprehension.

“Please follow me, Seniors,” Li Zhiyan said, inclining her head politely before stepping aside to lead them deeper into the courtyard.

She guided them inside in no time.

The early morning air was cool, carrying the faint scent of dew and blooming flowers, which she allowed to enhance the atmosphere of welcome.

Once inside the living room, Li Zhiyan quickly set about preparing tea.

Her hands moved with practiced precision, arranging cups and saucers, selecting the proper tea leaves, and controlling the heat of the water perfectly.

Steam curled up from the cups, carrying a delicate, soothing aroma.

The two women from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect seated themselves with natural elegance, their movements unhurried and deliberate.

Li Zhiyan positioned herself to the side, standing quietly like a proper maidservant.

Her posture was impeccable, her hands folded neatly before her, her expression calm and serene.

In truth, even if Li Zhiyan had never been trained for situations like this her entire life, she still had a clear understanding of exactly what was expected of her as a maidservant.

She had grown up surrounded by personal attendants, each one attending to her needs with impeccable loyalty and precision.

Watching them over the years had taught her more than any formal lesson.

Though she was now serving rather than being served, she did so with ease.

There had been a calm stillness in the room.

But all of that vanished the moment Lin Feng stepped across the threshold.

“Ahhhh…”

The sound was quiet, almost involuntary, yet it carried enough weight to break the room’s fragile calm.

One of the three women gasped as their eyes met him.

Lin Feng’s appearance was deceptively simple.

He wore plain white cultivator robes, unadorned and free from embellishment.

Yet even in such simplicity, the power he radiated could not be hidden.

His movements were smooth, deliberate, and commanding, and the sheer size and height of his frame added an undeniable presence.

Every detail, from his broad shoulders and upright posture to his long, powerful limbs, contributed to the impression of a man who was both formidable and impossibly attractive.

His huge, strong arms and large hands made it obvious that he was physically capable of extraordinary feats.

It was not only his obvious physical prowess and natural gifts that drew the eye.

His face alone possessed a beauty so striking it was almost unfair, with sharp and symmetrical features, eyes that seemed to pierce through the soul, and a charming smile that hinted at confidence, humor, and danger all at once.

Every element combined to form an aura that was impossible to ignore.

In that instant, Lin Feng became the focal point of the room, a magnet pulling attention without effort.

His charisma was overwhelming.

His presence radiated like a force field, commanding attention while exuding a magnetic warmth that seemed to tempt women to step closer, as if drawn irresistibly toward his embrace.

His sex appeal was undeniable, a quiet, insidious pull that could stir desire in even the coldest hearts.

Among the three women, the youngest was most affected.

Her Dao heart, though disciplined and honed through rigorous cultivation, was not prepared to resist the raw allure before her.

Her mind wavered under the subtle pressure of his aura, her body reacting in ways she could scarcely control.

Every step he took, every slight movement, seemed to draw her gaze and hold it captive.

“He’s… so handsome,” Yun Luofeng whispered, her voice trembling with barely restrained astonishment.

It was immediately clear that she had been the one to let slip the soft, sensual gasp when Lin Feng first appeared in the room.

Her eyes lingered on him, betraying a fascination that she could not fully conceal, a great trembling of the Dao heart revealing her struggle against an attraction that had quietly taken root.

Her breaths came slightly faster, and though her posture remained formal, her pulse betrayed her inner turmoil.

The other two women were more composed, but even they were not immune.

Their thoughts surged like a wild river, though each for entirely different reasons.

“This is not good,” Xia Xinghe mused inwardly. She could clearly see that her disciple had been effortlessly charmed by Lin Feng’s mere presence.

The subtle shift in Yun Luofeng’s breathing, the unfocused look in her eyes, and the faint flush on her cheeks were all too obvious to someone as experienced as her.

Standing quietly at the side, Li Zhiyan had a completely different thought.

“Did Young Master Lin Feng smile just now?”