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

Chapter 267: Chapter 267 The Holy Maiden, Her Rival, and the Shameless Young Master All in One Bed

What little restraint they had shown earlier quickly crumbled, replaced by blatant desperation and shameless ambition.

Lin Feng’s brows twitched slightly as he listened.

The sheer lack of dignity on display was… impressive, in its own way.

People truly had no limits when it came to getting what they wanted.

Without slowing his pace, Lin Feng let out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh.

The noise behind him grew louder, more frantic, yet he paid it no further mind.

He entered his courtyard without encountering a single obstacle.

Emery was nowhere in sight, though he was not the slightest bit surprised.

He had already informed her that he wouldn’t be dining here tonight, so her absence was only natural.

The soft evening breeze drifted through the courtyard, rustling the leaves, but even this gentle calm couldn’t reach him and his mind was focused elsewhere.

He changed into more comfortable clothes, shedding the stiffness of the day, and sank onto his bed with a sigh, expecting at last a quiet evening to rest.

The familiar comfort of his surroundings promised a brief respite from the world outside.

But he hadn’t counted on the uproar that was about to erupt beyond his walls.

Shouts carried over the stone barriers, sharp and chaotic.

“Hey! Move aside! That’s my clan’s spot!” one voice barked, edged with irritation and authority.

“Set our tents here! Hurry up before someone else takes it!” another shouted, excitement and urgency tinged with desperation.

“Do you want to die?! I said this is my clan’s place! Move now!” yet another voice thundered, full of menace.

The sounds clashed together, a cacophony of chaos as rival clans fought for territory, each claiming superiority, each unwilling to yield.

The air was thick with tension, the shouting carrying through the night like war drums signaling battle.

Lin Feng lay back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened.

“These people are… really something else,” he muttered, unsure whether to laugh or cry at their shamelessness.

After a moment’s contemplation, he simply raised a hand.

In an instant, the chaotic noise outside vanished, leaving his room enveloped in perfect silence.

The sudden quiet was almost comforting, and he sank deeper into the calm, letting the tension of the outside world fade completely.

Outside his room, the scene had taken on a life of its own entirely separate from the chaos of the courtyard beyond.

Li Zhiyan moved first.

She had changed into her sleep attire, a barely-there ensemble that clung to her every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The thin, silky fabric hinted at what lay beneath, and in truth, she wore nothing at all underneath.

The sight alone was enough to make hearts pound for anyone who glimpsed her but she didn’t pause, hesitate, or wait for further permission just like the night before.

With a purposeful stride, she crossed the threshold into Lin Feng’s room, her movements graceful and enchanting.

“Where is she going?!” Tang Aining’s thoughts were filled with genuine shock.

She had just changed herself, preparing to perform her role as a bed warmer.

She had thought she would be the first to approach him tonight, but Li Zhiyan’s boldness had beaten her to it, leaving her frozen in place for a heartbeat of disbelief.

Another minute passed, and Tang Aining’s confusion dissolved into understanding, replaced by a mix of disbelief and sudden enlightenment.

The sounds coming from Lin Feng’s room left no doubt as to what had just begun.

“Ahhhh…”

“Young Master Lin Feng, you’re so naughty!”

“Faster… deeper… more, please!”

Li Zhiyan’s voice rang out unabashedly, rich and lewd, carrying effortlessly across the courtyard.

The words were sharp, teasing, and unmistakably intimate, leaving little room for misinterpretation.

Even from outside the door, anyone who heard could feel the tension, the urgency, and the pleasure vibrating through the space.

Tang Aining swallowed hard, her own cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shock.

“What should I do now?” Tang Aining muttered to herself, her brows knitting in deep thought.

She hadn’t expected Lin Feng to have such an intimate and obviously erotic relationship with his maidservant.

A pang of self-reproach struck her as she should have anticipated this beforehand.

Maidservants in this cultivation world had a myriad of responsibilities, and attending to their master’s desires in bed was perhaps the most common and expected of all.

After a moment of hesitation, Tang Aining squared her shoulders and made her decision.

“I’m a bedwarmer, and this is my station. I should go in and do my part,” she murmured firmly.

She wasn’t the type to shirk duty or hide behind convenient excuses just to avoid responsibility.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she stepped out of her room and began walking toward the master bedroom, her mind bracing for what she might encounter.

But the moment she pushed open the door, her breath caught in her throat.

“This…” Tang Aining whispered, utterly shocked.

Inside, the scene was far beyond anything she had imagined.

She had assumed Li Zhiyan was being taken by Lin Feng hard on the bed, but what she saw surprised her.

Li Zhiyan was lying beside him, completely still, and the two seemed to be merely sleeping.

Yet the lewd sounds continued to echo through the chamber, filling the room with a contradictory sense of intimacy.

Tang Aining’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene, noticing something else that drew her attention.

“Who’s she?” Tang Aining wondered, her gaze falling on a woman standing in the corner.

Her face was shrouded in shadow, her eyes fixed intently on Lin Feng in the bed.

Tang Aining wanted to speak, to ask what was going on, but Lin Feng’s voice stopped her before she could.

“Don’t mind her,” he said casually. “She’s just a spy sent by the Li clan to make sure Zhiyan does what’s expected of her. But we won’t tell her that what she’s seeking is nothing more than an illusion, will we?”

“…” Tang Aining was no fool. The message was clear… ignore the woman in the corner.

Swallowing her curiosity, she approached the bed and joined Lin Feng, careful to follow his unspoken instructions.

Yet what Li Ruoxi was witnessing painted an entirely different picture.

“Young Master Lin Feng is truly insatiable in bed,” she thought, her breath catching as she watched another illusion take form before her eyes… Lin Feng, seemingly relentless, engaged not with just one but two beautiful women at once.

The vision was vivid, lewd, and entirely overwhelming, leaving Li Ruoxi both shocked and captivated by the sheer audacity of it all.