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

Chapter 290: Chapter 290 His Dao Protector Is Thick, Heavy, and Hard to Move

Daoist Falling Snow did not answer Lin Feng.

She stood there in silence, her gaze following his departing figure until it disappeared beyond the distant courtyard doors.

A faint frown slowly formed, marring her otherwise ethereal beauty, her brows knitting together as if troubled by something she could not easily voice.

Only when he was completely gone did she let out a soft breath.

“You see, Sister Tang Aining…” she began, her voice low and edged with quiet displeasure, “he truly doesn’t care about you at all.”

She turned her head slightly, her cold eyes settling on Tang Aining.

“I have seen his kind countless times throughout the years. Men like him… they are all the same. Selfish, arrogant, and insatiable. They gather beautiful women around them as if collecting rare treasures, placing them at their side not as companions, but as ornaments to be admired and possessed.”

Her lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.

“To them, affection is nothing more than a game. A fleeting indulgence.”

Tang Aining remained silent for a moment, her delicate fingers tightening slightly around the hem of her sleeve. Then she shook her head gently.

“He’s not like that, Sister Yun Wanqing.”

Her voice was soft, yet carried an unshakable conviction.

“Master Lin Feng may appear cold and distant, but beneath that exterior lies a man of honor. He has never once disrespected me… not even in the slightest.”

A faint blush crept across her cheeks, adding a touch of warmth to her already enchanting features.

“In fact… I was the one who tried to seduce him all this time,” she admitted quietly. “And yet, despite every opportunity, he has never laid a hand on me.”

“What?!” Daoist Falling Snow’s composure cracked instantly.

Her eyes widened in genuine shock, her usual calm demeanor momentarily shattered.

She stared at Tang Aining as if hearing something utterly absurd.

Her gaze slowly traveled over Tang Aining’s figure, taking in every detail with renewed scrutiny.

A face capable of toppling kingdoms. A body that could ignite wars between continents.

Her brows were shaped like tender willow leaves, her lips as soft and vibrant as cherry blossoms in full bloom, and her skin… flawless and luminous… resembled the finest polished jade.

Even her every movement carried a natural allure, a subtle charm that could easily ensnare the hearts of men.

Such a woman… rejected?

No… worse.

Untouched.

Daoist Falling Snow found it difficult to believe that any man, let alone a young master like Lin Feng, could resist such temptation.

“Impossible…” she muttered under her breath, still trying to reconcile the image in her mind with Tang Aining’s words.

After a long pause, she exhaled slowly, regaining her composure.

“Perhaps… he truly is different,” she conceded, though doubt still lingered in her tone. “Perhaps he is as noble as you claim.”

Her expression hardened once more, her voice turning serious.

“But even so, you cannot ignore reality.”

She stepped closer, her gaze sharp and piercing.

“You know as well as I do what these so-called young masters from ancient clans are like. They walk the world with arrogance, stirring trouble wherever they go, relying on their backgrounds to shield them from consequences.”

Her voice grew colder.

“And when they finally provoke someone they cannot defeat… when they offend an existence they should never have crossed…”

“They retreat.”

“They return to their hidden clans, vanishing without a trace, leaving behind nothing but chaos and broken ties.”

Her eyes softened ever so slightly as she looked at Tang Aining.

“You, on the other hand, have everything to lose.”

“Your reputation. Your future. Your heart.”

“And for what?”

“For a man whose path is destined to be filled with danger and uncertainty?”

Tang Aining listened quietly, her expression calm, almost serene. There was no anger, no hesitation byt only a quiet resolve that seemed to grow stronger with each word spoken.

When Daoist Falling Snow finished, a gentle smile appeared on Tang Aining’s lips.

“Fate brings people together across a thousand miles,” she said softly. “Without fate, they would not meet even face to face.” She lifted her gaze, her eyes clear and unwavering.

“My cards have already shown me the path I am meant to walk.”

A faint breeze passed through the courtyard, causing her robes to flutter lightly around her.

“If I were to turn away now… if I were to ignore what fate has revealed to me…”

“Then I would only be betraying myself.”

Her voice softened, carrying a trace of quiet gratitude.

“This is the least I can do… for these cards have helped me across the thousands of years.”

There was no doubt in her words.

No fear.

Only acceptance.

Daoist Falling Snow fell silent.

She studied Tang Aining for a long moment, searching for even the slightest sign of hesitation… but found none.

In that instant, she understood.

No matter what she said…

No matter how much she warned her…

Tang Aining had already made her choice.

And she would not turn back.

“If I cannot make you see reason… then I will simply find another way.”

Daoist Falling Snow’s voice turned cold, carrying a quiet determination that brooked no argument.

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and stepped into the courtyard.

Her movements were unhurried, yet each step carried a subtle weight, as though her mind was already weaving through countless possibilities.

The moment she crossed the threshold, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Only then did she recall Lin Feng’s earlier words… his calm invitation, as if he had already anticipated this very outcome.

A faint irritation flickered across her face.

“So… you saw this coming as well?”

The thought alone was enough to give her a headache.

Dealing with young masters from ancient clans was never simple.

They were cunning, unpredictable, and always far more prepared than they appeared.

Each one carried a multitude of hidden trump cards… mysterious treasures, life-saving artifacts, and, more often than not, unseen dao protectors lurking within the shadows.