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

Chapter 291: Chapter 291 My Senior Sister Wants My Heart and My Junior Sister Wants the Rest

Killing them was difficult.

Provoking them was even worse.

Daoist Falling Snow paused in the center of the courtyard, her expression turning serious. Closing her eyes briefly, she released her spiritual sense, letting it sweep outward like an invisible tide.

Every corner. Every shadow. Every inch of space.

Silence answered her.

There was no fluctuation of aura, no hidden presence, no sign of anyone lying in wait.

And yet…

Her brows furrowed deeper.

Instead of easing her vigilance, the emptiness only made her more cautious.

“Too clean…”

Her instincts warned her that something was not right.

If there truly was no one here, then either Lin Feng was recklessly confident… or everything had already been arranged beyond her perception.

Neither possibility was comforting.

“Where are you going, Sister Yun Wanqing?”

Tang Aining’s voice came softly from behind, tinged with concern.

Daoist Falling Snow did not turn around immediately.

She simply stood there for a brief moment, her gaze fixed ahead, as if staring at something only she could see.

Then, a faint, almost playful smile curved at the corner of her lips.

“Nothing important,” she replied calmly. “I’m merely going to play a little game with your Master Lin Feng.”

Her tone was light, but beneath it lay a chilling edge.

Without another word, she resumed her steps, her figure gliding forward with quiet grace like a blade hidden within falling snow.

Daoist Falling Snow stepped into the courtyard, her robes brushing softly against the stone path.

The moment she crossed the threshold, her gaze swept across the surroundings with quiet vigilance.

It did not take long for her to find him.

Lin Feng sat alone, a simple table before him. Steam rose gently from the teacup in his hand, curling into the air like drifting mist.

He looked entirely at ease… calm, composed, and utterly unbothered.

Two women stood in silence by the corner of the room.

Even her arrival failed to stir the slightest ripple in his demeanor.

It was as if he had already known she would come.

As if everything had unfolded exactly as he expected.

That realization caused a faint tightening in Daoist Falling Snow’s chest, and her already cool expression grew colder still.

“Please, take a seat and join me, Daoist Falling Snow,” Lin Feng said leisurely, his voice smooth and unhurried. He did not even look surprised as his gaze lifted to meet hers.

“It is not every day that someone from the esteemed Nine Peaks Sword Sect honors my residence with their presence.”

He gestured lightly to the empty seat across from him, his movements natural, as though he were hosting an old acquaintance rather than confronting an uncertain variable.

“…”

Daoist Falling Snow remained silent.

Her eyes lingered on him, sharp and probing, as if trying to peel away every layer of his composure.

She did not like this feeling of being anticipated, being drawn into his rhythm before she had the chance to establish her own.

For a brief moment, the room fell into a strange stillness.

Then, without a word, she stepped forward and took the seat across from him.

Graceful.

Controlled.

But far from relaxed.

If she wanted to achieve what she came for, she could not afford to lose her composure here.

Force… was out of the question.

She had already reached that conclusion the moment she sensed the unnatural calm surrounding this place.

Lin Feng was not alone… not truly.

Whether it was hidden formations, concealed treasures, or dao protectors lurking beyond perception, there was no doubt in her mind that striking recklessly would only lead to her downfall and self-destruction.

Young masters from ancient clans were never as simple as they appeared.

And Lin Feng…

Was far from simple.

Her gaze sharpened slightly.

He was like still water… silent, unmoving, yet concealing an immeasurable depth beneath the surface.

People like him were the hardest to deal with.

At that moment, soft footsteps approached.

Li Zhiyan appeared quietly at the side, her movements gentle and unobtrusive.

Without interrupting the atmosphere, she poured tea into Daoist Falling Snow’s empty cup.

The faint fragrance of spiritual herbs rose into the air, calming yet oddly oppressive in its subtlety.

Daoist Falling Snow picked up the cup.

For a brief second, she studied the tea… clear, untainted, yet infused with a richness that spoke of careful refinement.

Then she took a sip.

Warm.

Smooth.

Flawless.

And yet, her guard did not lower in the slightest.

Her eyes never left Lin Feng.

Not even for a moment.

Lin Feng met her gaze calmly, his expression unchanged. If anything, there was a faint hint of amusement hidden in the depths of his eyes, as though he found her vigilance… expected.

Or perhaps even entertaining.

This woman…

Troublesome.

But manageable.

His thoughts, however, did not linger on her for long.

Instead, they drifted elsewhere.

To Su Muyao.

A fleeting image surfaced in his mind… her intoxicating presence, the velvet timbre of her voice, the lush curves of her body… and most of all, her tight pink flower, slick and eager, an endless spring of warm, sweet love juices that never seemed to run dry.

A trace of impatience flickered deep within his eyes, though it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

If he handled this quickly…

There might still be time.

Perhaps the day was not yet lost.

Perhaps they could still spend it together.

Maybe even… cook rice.

The thought almost made Lin Feng smile, but he suppressed it, forcing his expression back into calm indifference.

He lifted his cup and took another slow sip, savoring the tea as though nothing in the world could disturb his peace.

Only after a few quiet moments did he finally speak again.

“So… what can I do for you, Daoist Falling Snow?”

His tone was casual, almost polite, yet there was an underlying sharpness as if he already knew the answer and was merely indulging her.

Daoist Falling Snow did not hesitate.

“I want you to leave… and let go of Sister Tang Aining.”