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

Chapter 257: Chapter 257 Does Demonic Cultivation Always Involve This Much Panting?

While the two men stood facing each other and Master Xie Yan took a few measured seconds to respond, the people who had been preparing to return to their daily lives suddenly halted.

Feet that had already turned away stopped mid-step.

Conversations died down, only to rise again in hushed, excited whispers as heads turned back toward the scene.

In a world like this, where true entertainment was scarce and most days were filled with cultivation or survival, such a confrontation was far too rare to miss.

“That’s Mentor Lin Feng!” someone exclaimed, eyes widening in recognition.

“What in the nine realms is he talking about?” another asked, clearly confused yet intrigued.

“I bet he’s jealous of Master Xie Yan,” a man said with a knowing scoff. “He probably doesn’t want someone else basking in the limelight while he’s in the same area.”

“Call me stupid, but I agree at least a little,” another chimed in, folding his arms thoughtfully. “It’s obvious Mentor Lin Feng enjoys the company of beautiful women. Seeing Master Xie Yan gather dozens of stunning followers in a single day probably struck a nerve. Now he’s here stirring trouble.”

“Hah, that makes sense. Two tigers can’t share the same mountain!”

“Do you think they’ll fight?”

“They have to! With this kind of tension, how could they not?”

The crowd grew more animated by the second, voices overlapping as speculation ran wild.

Some people even began pushing closer, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Others climbed onto nearby stalls or steps to get a better view, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

They shifted to get a better view, but none dared step any closer to the confrontation. No one wanted to become collateral damage once the two began to fight.

“Hey, no pushing! Do you want me to die that badly?!” someone shouted in panic.

He quickly stumbled back a few steps, putting extra distance between himself and the crowd to make sure no one shoved him again.

A few of the newly recruited women behind Master Xie Yan looked uneasy, glancing nervously at Lin Feng, while others frowned, clearly displeased by his bold accusation.

All eyes were locked onto the two men at the center, waiting, hoping, craving for what would come next.

And judging by the rising tension, it was clear that whatever happened next would not disappoint in the slightest.

“I do not know what you mean by that, Mentor Lin Feng,” Master Xie Yan said calmly. “I hold great respect for places of learning, and Spirit Spring Academy is a highly regarded institution in this city. One of these days, I intend to visit your academy and meet Dean Long in person. I have heard many good things about him.”

His tone was smooth and measured, his words carefully chosen.

It was a subtle approach, one meant to deflect the accusation while invoking the name of a respected figure and the place where Lin Feng worked.

In his mind, this should have been enough to make Lin Feng hesitate, or at least reconsider pressing the matter further.

After all, no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand how Lin Feng could possibly know about his hidden activities.

“I should move up my plans and leave in an hour at the latest,” Master Xie Yan thought inwardly.

A trace of regret flickered within him. It was a pity about the restaurant owner.

He had truly wanted to add her to his collection, but circumstances no longer allowed such indulgence.

Lin Feng’s sudden appearance had thoroughly disrupted his plans, casting an unwelcome shadow over what should have been a perfect operation

“Master Xie Yan. Two years ago, you were nothing more than an ordinary man from Green Leaf Village. Yet in just two years, you’ve become a mass murderer, wandering from city to city, seeking out women and draining their profound yin essence until nothing remains but husks and bones. You’ve grown stronger, yes, but at the cost of your soul. Tell me, Master Xie Yan… was it all worth the price you paid?” Lin Feng asked calmly.

“What?! Master Xie Yan practices demonic techniques?!”

“This can’t be true!”

“No one as handsome as Master Xie Yan could do something so evil! It just isn’t possible!”

The crowd erupted into disbelief, their voices filled with shock and denial.

Many shook their heads, unwilling to accept what they had just heard.

“You must be joking at my expense, Mentor Lin Feng,” Master Xie Yan replied, his tone still composed. “I am an upright man and have done no wrong. Please refrain from making such baseless accusations in the future. The next person you accuse may not be as tolerant as I am. Have a good day.”

With that, he turned, intending to leave.

But how could Lin Feng allow someone like him to walk away?

From the moment they met, Master Xie Yan’s fate had already been sealed.

“Baseless accusations, you say?” Lin Feng’s voice rang out once more, stopping him in his tracks. “If you want evidence, I have plenty. In fact, it’s already in your possession.”

A faint smile appeared on Lin Feng’s lips.

“There are many pieces of evidence. Nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, to be exact. All hidden within your storage ring. Trophies from your twisted pursuit of power.”

For the first time, the mask on Master Xie Yan’s face cracked.

He took a step back.

The calm smile he had maintained until now twisted into something far uglier.

“How could he know that?!” Master Xie Yan screamed inwardly. The number was exact.

Hidden within his storage ring were those very trophies he had collected over the past two years, each one a grim reminder of his victims.

They were the underwear of the women whose profound yin essence he had drained completely.

He treasured them dearly, for to him they were priceless and irreplaceable.

Each piece of underwear carried its own story, a memory etched into his mind, one he would revisit from time to time during cold, dark nights.

He could hardly believe that Lin Feng could pierce through his secrets so effortlessly.

“Just who in the nine realms are you, Lin Feng?!” Master Xie Yan’s thoughts screamed in a mix of fear and fury.