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

Chapter 258: Chapter 258 The Fairy’s Robes Fall with a Single Blow

If Lin Feng were an ordinary junior cultivator, he would have long since lost his temper and struck, killing the offender where he stood.

In the cultivation world, strength was law, and dignity was everything.

To openly disrespect a powerhouse was the gravest of taboos.

It was a path that often ended in bloodshed, dooming entire clans to have their nine generations wiped out without a trace.

After all, Master Xie Yan was no ordinary man.

As a Foundation Establishment expert, he stood far above the masses.

Wherever he went, he was treated with reverence and fear, his name alone enough to make weaker cultivators bow their heads and avoid his gaze.

Under normal circumstances, a mere junior daring to slander him would have been nothing more than a corpse within moments.

But this time… things were different.

Master Xie Yan’s eyes flickered ever so slightly as he observed Lin Feng.

The young man stood there calmly, his expression unchanging, as if everything unfolding before him was nothing more than a trivial farce.

There was no panic, no anger, not even the slightest hint of fear.

That was what unsettled him the most.

This Lin Feng… was not simple.

He had already gathered as much from what he’d heard during his time investigating in Clear Moon City.

Every instinct within Master Xie Yan screamed at him to be cautious.

Acting rashly, especially against someone he could not fully gauge, was the quickest way to court disaster.

In the cultivation world, countless so-called geniuses had fallen precisely because they underestimated an opponent who appeared ordinary on the surface.

He would not make that mistake.

A brief silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Then, as if coming to a decision, Master Xie Yan let out a cold snort.

Instead of lashing out, he straightened his back, adopting the posture of a wronged and dignified senior in cultivation.

In the end, he chose the coward’s path but a clever one.

“You spin quite the tale, Mentor Lin Feng,” Master Xie Yan said slowly, his voice carrying clearly across the gathered crowd. “Unfortunately for you, I have neither the time nor the patience to listen to such ugly fabrications.”

He paused deliberately, letting his words sink in before continuing, his tone now laced with disappointment and restrained anger.

“And here I thought the men of Clear Moon City were cultured and righteous. Instead, you disgust me. To think you would stoop so low as to stain my reputation with groundless accusations.”

A ripple passed through the crowd.

Many began whispering among themselves, their gazes shifting between Lin Feng and Master Xie Yan.

Master Xie Yan’s expression hardened, his eyes filled with what seemed like righteous indignation.

“Because of you,” he continued, pointing accusingly at Lin Feng, “I have no choice but to leave this city at once. I have spent my time here doing nothing but good, offering guidance and aid to those in need. And yet, this is how I am repaid?”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as if deeply wronged.

“I do not deserve such treatment. Least of all from an envious, uncultured man like you.”

His words were sharp, each one carefully chosen to paint himself as the victim while casting Lin Feng as a jealous villain.

The effect was immediate.

“No! Master Xie Yan, please don’t leave yet!” someone cried out from the crowd, panic evident in their voice.

“That’s right! Master Xie Yan has helped so many of us… how could he be the kind of person Mentor Lin Feng claims he is?”

“Mentor Lin Feng should be ashamed of himself!”

Voices rose one after another, the tide of public opinion shifting rapidly.

What had once been a tense standoff was now turning into a one-sided condemnation.

“I agree,” another said loudly, seizing the moment. “Even geniuses are envied by the heavens. It seems Mentor Lin Feng couldn’t bear to see someone greater than himself. Today, he’s shown his true colors. Pathetic!”

“Hmph, so this is the so-called Mentor Lin Feng? Nothing more than a petty, second-rate man trying to claw his way up by dragging others down!”

The crowd’s whispers turned into open criticism, their words growing harsher with each passing moment.

Hearing this, Master Xie Yan nearly allowed a smile to slip onto his face.

Everything was unfolding exactly as he had planned.

However, he quickly suppressed the urge.

His expression remained solemn, even tinged with sorrow, as if he truly were a man unjustly wronged by the world.

He lowered his gaze slightly, giving off the impression of someone too dignified to argue further.

But deep within his eyes, a cold glint flickered.

Let them talk.

Let them condemn Lin Feng.

As long as he controlled the narrative, he wouldn’t need to lift a single finger.

“…”

Lin Feng simply stood there, saying nothing.

An amused smile lingered on his face, faint yet unmistakable.

That expression alone made Master Xie Yan’s heart sink.

This was not what he had expected… far from it.

He had prepared himself for anger, for denial, even for a furious outburst that he could twist to his advantage.

But this… this calm, this indifference, this quiet amusement… it was worse.

Much worse.

It felt as though everything about him had already been seen through, as though every secret he had buried, every sin he had committed, lay bare before Lin Feng’s eyes.

That smile was not one of ignorance, nor of arrogance… it was the smile of someone who already knew everything.

And that… was terrifying.

I need to leave.

The thought struck his mind like thunder.

I need to go. I need to go now!

A faint chill crept up his spine, spreading rapidly across his entire body.

For the first time in a long while, Master Xie Yan felt something he despised… fear.

Lin Feng felt wrong.

Like something that should not exist.

Like an ancient monster wearing human skin.

No matter how he tried, he simply could not read him.