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

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 I See You’ve Kept the Grotto Warm and Tight for Me All These Years

Just as Ye Jian was about to reveal that she was no longer a teacher, Tang Aining had already stolen the spotlight.

Still, Ye Jian quickly composed herself.

A moment later, her eyes lit up as she realized something important.

“She’s only a bed warmer… while I’ll soon be his rightful wife,” Ye Jian thought, a faint smile forming on her lips.

Her confidence returned.

“Young Master Lin Feng… I…” Ye Jian began, ready to announce that she had stepped down from her position and that they could finally be together.

But before she could finish…

Thud!

A figure suddenly appeared beside her, kneeling on one knee.

“Young Miss… the Patriarch has summoned you back to the clan immediately,” the woman said respectfully.

“The Patriarch?” Ye Jian’s heart skipped a beat.

That was unusual.

The Patriarch had never personally called for her before.

“I’ll be there in an hour. Let me just s…” Ye Jian started, intending to finish what she had been about to say.

But she was cut off once more.

“The Patriarch requests your presence now, Young Miss,” the kneeling woman repeated, her tone firm and leaving no room for delay.

Ye Jian gritted her teeth in frustration, but she had no choice but to obey.

A summons from the Patriarch was never trivial, and for him to call personally meant something urgent or perhaps unprecedented was unfolding within the clan.

She cast a quick glance at Lin Feng, her eyes apologetic yet tinged with irritation.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Young Master Lin Feng,” she said softly, her voice carrying both restraint and an unspoken promise.

“Take your time, Teacher Ye Jian. Clan matters come first,” Lin Feng replied, his tone calm and measured.

But inside, he was quietly elated.

One of the more troublesome elements of his life, which was Ye Jian’s tenacity and persistence, was temporarily out of his way.

For the first time in a while, he felt the rare thrill of an uninterrupted day.

Today, he realized, was already shaping up to be a good day.

A moment later, Ye Jian and the kneeling woman who had summoned her vanished from the academy grounds.

The streets of the city blurred past her as they traveled swiftly toward the Ye Clan’s estate.

The moment they arrived at the gates, the activity within the grounds immediately drew her attention.

People moved in a flurry of motion, carrying trays of food, arranging decorations, and coordinating with precision.

The air was filled with a sense of urgency and anticipation, a chaotic yet orchestrated energy that suggested preparations for a grand feast were already underway.

Ye Jian’s brows knitted in curiosity, realizing that the Patriarch’s summons was more significant than she had anticipated.

She quickened her pace, her boots echoing softly on the stone paths as she made her way to the main hall.

With each step, her anticipation grew.

Something monumental must have occurred. As she entered the hall, a sudden cheer rang out.

“Young Miss Ye Jian has arrived!”

Heads turned in unison, all eyes converging on her.

Elders, clansmen, and the guests in attendance froze momentarily, their expressions a mix of respect, surprise, and expectation.

Ye Jian felt a subtle wave of tension pass through her.

Whatever was happening, it was clear that she was now an integral part of it.

Her mind raced with questions.

Was it a celebration? A promotion within the clan?

Or perhaps a sudden emergency that demanded her attention?

She opened her mouth to ask, but before she could, someone’s gaze met hers and in that instant, the entire hall seemed to fade away.

Time itself appeared to slow. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

“Hello there, Miss Ye. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

The voice was smooth, confident, familiar… and utterly inescapable.

Ye Jian froze, her instincts screaming.

Every memory of the past flooded back. Recognition, shock, and disbelief collided.

“Fang Yuan…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of astonishment and incredulity.

It had been years since she had last seen him, and yet the memory of him had never truly faded.

His posture, his voice, his very presence… all of it was imprinted in her mind like a mark she could never erase.

And now, standing here amidst the chaos and expectation of the clan, he seemed more real, more imposing, and more unforgettable than ever.

“Yes… she’s still pure, my good disciple,” an old man murmured, his voice low, heard by only one person. “Any later than today, and someone else would have claimed her for themselves.”

“That’s good to know, Master,” Fang Yuan replied silently, his thoughts reaching only the old man. “Ye Jian would wait for me. After all these years, she has stayed pure because she still loves me and she can’t forget me. I never doubted her at all.”

He let his gaze linger on Ye Jian, noting the stunned expression on her face.

A faint, satisfied smirk touched his lips.

Someone so deeply in love was always the easiest to manipulate, he thought.

Her emotions would bend and sway with just the right words.

“Well, I’m not so sure about that,” the old man warned. “Don’t let your guard down. Whoever has taken a fancy to this girl isn’t ordinary. My divination techniques cannot pierce their defenses, and that tells us something important. That man is almost certainly a strong, experienced cultivator and one capable of shielding himself from my perception. Do exactly what we came here to do, and do it quickly. We don’t want any complications to our plan.”

The old man’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority.

He was a fallen soul, residing within Fang Yuan’s ring, bound to guide him and offer counsel from beyond the living world.

“I understand, Master. I’ll do my best. Don’t worry. Ye Jian has always been willing to do anything for me. Judging by how stunned she looks today, I doubt much has changed,” Fang Yuan replied, a pleased smile tugging at his lips.