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

Chapter 268: Chapter 268 I Tried to Steal a Divine Artifact but I Grabbed the Sleeping Empress Instead

Meanwhile, Tang Aining found herself facing an entirely different dilemma.

Extending her divine sense, she realized that both Lin Feng and Li Zhiyan lay unclothed on the bed, their closeness undeniable even in stillness.

“Should I do the same…?” she wondered inwardly.

This was her first time serving as a bedwarmer, despite having lived for over three thousand years.

The unfamiliarity of the role left her momentarily uncertain.

In the end, she chose not to act rashly. Instead, she quietly settled in place and closed her eyes, waiting.

If Lin Feng were to make a move, she would not resist.

To her, this was simply part of the path she had accepted.

All her life, she had relied on her cards and divination, trusting it completely.

It had guided her safely through countless years, never leading her astray.

Unfortunately for her, Lin Feng held a different perspective.

“There are thousands of women eager to share my bed,” he mused inwardly. “If Tang Aining isn’t willing to take the initiative, then I have no reason to act.”

He was no longer inexperienced or easily swayed.

He already lost his cherry and so he no longer felt any urgency when it came to such matters.

If Tang Aining had allowed Lin Feng to pursue her instead, things might have unfolded very differently.

By offering herself so readily, she had unintentionally diminished her own allure and value more than necessary.

The thrill of the chase was gone, and with it, much of the intrigue.

As the night deepened, silence gradually settled over the surroundings.

Yet within one particular clan, the darkness only fueled rising tension.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself tonight, Jian’er. Are you not happy to see me?” Fang Yuan asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

“It’s not that,” Ye Jian replied softly. “Of course I’m happy to see you, but… I’m just surprised. You suddenly came here and proposed marriage to me. I’ve wanted to hear those words from you for years, and now that it’s finally happening, I don’t know how to feel… or how to react.”

Around them, the main hall was alive with celebration.

The feast was in full swing… voices overlapped as guests drank freely, laughed loudly, and exchanged lively conversation, all in honor of their distinguished guest, Fang Yuan.

“I don’t like this,” the old soul hidden within Fang Yuan’s ring muttered gravely. “Someone else has already taken root in her heart and mind. You need to act quickly, Fang Yuan, or it may be too late.”

“Understood, Master,” Fang Yuan responded inwardly, his resolve hardening.

Without hesitation, he decided to press forward.

“Jian’er… I…” he began, stepping closer.

His hand reached out, resting gently on her shoulder as he tried to pull her in, intending to seal the moment with a kiss.

“No!”

Ye Jian recoiled instantly, as if burned by his touch, her reaction swift and instinctive.

She took a step back, her expression filled with unease.

“I see… we have a problem here, my dear disciple,” the old soul said, his voice turning grim.

“What should I do at this time, Master?” Fang Yuan asked inwardly, a trace of impatience creeping into his thoughts.

The technique his master had passed down to him was anything but ordinary.

It was a method that thrived on purity and emotion specifically, on women who not only remained untouched, but who also held deep affection, even obsession, toward him.

The stronger their feelings, the more profound the benefits.

It was a path of cultivation that relied not on slaughter or pillaging, but on control, charm, and influence.

What made it truly terrifying was its efficiency. He did not need to harm them, nor drain them dry.

As long as the connection remained and the bond deepened over time, his cultivation would continue to rise at an astonishing pace.

Each night spent in dual cultivation brought him gains that others would struggle years to achieve.

Within the Grand Purity Temple, he had already secured several dao companions in secret.

That had been his plan from the very beginning.

Out of all the sects in the region, he had deliberately chosen the one most abundant in suitable candidates.

Pure, devoted, and easily guided so there was no better hunting ground for his purposes.

It was because of this that he had risen so quickly, stepping into the Core Formation Realm while others of his generation still struggled below.

His progress could only be described as meteoric, and even he knew that without this technique, such advancement would have been impossible.

“You need to destroy the image of the man your childhood friend now favors and reclaim her heart,” the old master said slowly, his tone heavy with caution. “But this will not be easy. Whoever that man is, even I cannot perceive him through divination. My methods fail to grasp even a trace of his existence.”

A brief pause followed before the old master continued, his voice turning more serious.

“That alone should tell you how dangerous he is. I advise you to abandon this pursuit. Why cling to a single drop of morning dew when the Great Ocean of Yin stretches endlessly before you? There are countless women in this world and many far more accessible, and far less troublesome.”

Fang Yuan’s expression darkened slightly, his pride stirred by those words.

“I want her, Master,” he replied without hesitation. “Out of all the women I’ve encountered, Ye Jian’s feelings for me were once the deepest. If I can reignite that obsession, the benefits to my cultivation will far surpass anything I’ve gained so far.”

His gaze sharpened, a cold determination settling within it.

“She is not just another choice and I’ve already invested too much to simply walk away. If someone has taken her from me, then I’ll just have to take her back. No matter who it is, I’ll crush them.”

The old master fell silent for a moment, sensing the stubborn resolve in his disciple.

He knew that once Fang Yuan set his sights on something, turning back would not come easily.

“…Very well,” he finally said. “But do not underestimate your opponent. A man who cannot be seen through fate itself is not someone to provoke lightly.”

Fang Yuan said nothing more, but the fire in his eyes only burned brighter.