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

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 Trust Me, I’m a Doctor! Take Off Your Robes!

The old man’s hands clenched into fists, veins bulging along his forearms.

Mo Xuan’s face, usually calm and inscrutable, was now contorted with a mixture of rage and disbelief.

“Do you take two thousand years of my cultivation and wisdom for a joke?!”

Lin Feng, unfazed, tilted his head slightly, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Senior Mo Xuan, I assure you, this is no mockery. You must follow the instructions precisely for the formula to work. It is… unconventional, yes, but effective. It’s proven and tested to work perfectly with no ill effects.”

Mo Xuan’s chest heaved as he struggled to contain himself.

His mind raced… two thousand years of training and cultivation, countless secrets, and he was being told to… fart?

A deep, thunderous growl escaped his throat, like an enraged tiger trapped in a cage.

The surrounding cultivators could hardly contain their own shock.

Some instinctively stepped back, fearing the eruption of an ancient master’s fury.

“Do you truly expect me to…” Mo Xuan began, his voice trembling with both anger and incredulity, “…obey such absurd instructions?”

Lin Feng’s smile widened, calm and unshakable. “I do, Senior Mo Xuan. Only by following the formula exactly will you see its true effects.”

Mo Xuan’s eyes darted between Lin Feng and the paper.

Every fiber of his being screamed rebellion, yet deep down, a small, reluctant curiosity gnawed at him.

Could this young man’s audacity actually hide a secret power beyond his understanding?

For a moment, silence fell over the area, broken only by the wind rustling the leaves.

Then, with a growl of begrudging acceptance, Mo Xuan’s fingers clenched around the paper once more, a storm of emotions raging behind his ancient eyes.

“Very well… boy,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “If this tea truly works, I will consider forgiving your insolence. But if it fails…” His voice trailed off, heavy with unspoken consequences.

Lin Feng only smiled wider, his gaze steady and unwavering. After that the old man then got busy.

Water was easy to find, and the same went for the tea.

A true cultivator would never lack good tea leaves in his storage ring.

If he did, he could hardly call himself a real cultivator at all.

The boiling part was even easier.

Mo Xuan simply placed his hand on the teapot.

A faint surge of spiritual energy flowed from his palm, and within a single breath the water inside began to boil vigorously.

The old man waited patiently for a few minutes, allowing the tea to steep properly before pouring himself a cup.

The rich fragrance quickly spread through the air.

Now came the difficult part.

His eyes lowered to the paper again.

The instructions were strange enough, but what truly troubled him was the language written beneath them.

The characters looked ancient and unfamiliar, almost like some bizarre alien script.

Even with his vast experience, it took him a moment to slowly decipher the words he was about to recite.

But compared to that, the final instruction was far worse.

Force yourself to fart.

Mo Xuan’s face twitched slightly.

There were far too many people watching. Worse still, several beautiful women were present.

If he actually followed the instruction in front of them, his dignity and face as a two-thousand-year-old cultivator would shatter instantly.

Absolutely unacceptable.

His eyes flickered as he quickly made a decision.

Mo Xuan raised both hands and began weaving a series of complex hand signs.

Spiritual energy rippled outward like invisible waves.

In the next moment, his entire figure vanished from sight.

The surrounding spectators immediately erupted in confusion.

“Where did Senior Mo Xuan go?”

“Did he… run away?”

“You two are fools!” another cultivator snapped. “He’s still there. The old man just cast a formation around himself to hide his presence.”

The crowd looked at the empty space with wide eyes, realizing the truth.

Somewhere within that invisible barrier, the ancient cultivator was clearly preparing to follow the… unusual instructions.

And no matter how hard they tried, everyone’s curiosity burned hotter than ever.

The crowd did not have to wait long before something finally happened inside the invisible formation.

A moment later, the old man’s voice could suddenly be heard from the empty space.

“Aangh Mackah Bashah Aanyh Kaih Gwaaaah Poh!”

Old Man Mo Xuan recited the strange words loudly.

Then, in the very next instant, a thunderous sound exploded into the air.

“Purrrrrrtttt!”

The loud fart echoed across the immediate vicinity like a small explosion.

Everyone froze.

Dozens of cultivators slowly narrowed their eyes at the sound they had just heard.

Of course they knew exactly what it was… they simply could not believe it had actually happened.

Nobody had the guts to fart in this place, as doing so would mean completely losing face.

But it happened. And not only had it happened among cultivators…

It had been unbelievably loud.

A breath later, someone finally voiced the obvious.

“Did… did Senior Mo Xuan just fart?”

“I think so…” another person answered uncertainly.

“But how come it’s so…”

The speaker suddenly stopped mid sentence.

His eyes widened as he hurriedly staggered backward, covering both his mouth and nose with his sleeves.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

“Aghhh… it… it smells so… bad…” the man croaked.

His face turned pale before his body went limp. He collapsed onto the ground and fainted instantly.

The crowd erupted into chaos.

All around the area, similar scenes began to unfold.

Those cultivators with weaker cultivation could not endure the terrifying smell.

One after another they collapsed like sacks of potatoes, dropping to the ground unconscious.

Some staggered away desperately while others gagged violently.

“Get away! Everyone get away!”

“Don’t come near!”

“Senior Mo Xuan’s fart is extremely toxic and dangerous!”

Someone shouted loudly as panic spread through the scene.

People began fleeing in all directions, covering their noses and mouths as if a deadly poison cloud had just been released.

Even several stronger cultivators retreated dozens of meters away, their faces twisted in horror.

Never in their lives had they witnessed such a terrifying weapon.

Meanwhile, within the invisible formation, Old Man Mo Xuan himself was standing frozen in place.

Even he did not expect the result to be this powerful and incredibly effective!