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

Chapter 317: Chapter 317 A Slip of the Robe, A Crack in the Dao Heart

If only she could change that moment.

If only she had chosen differently.

But reality was cruel.

There was no pill in this world that could reverse time.

No divine treasure that could erase her mistake.

What was done… could never be undone.

She slowly exhaled, forcing herself to calm down.

Once. Twice.

Again and again, until the storm within her chest gradually settled into a heavy, suffocating stillness.

Running away from the problem wouldn’t solve anything.

Regret wouldn’t restore her cultivation.

If she wanted to survive… she needed a solution.

Her mind began to turn, analyzing every possibility with cold clarity.

Could she find another opportunity? Another treasure?

Another method to replace what she had lost?

No.

If such things existed so easily, the world wouldn’t be filled with struggling cultivators.

Could she rely on her own talent to recover?

A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

Without that innate blessing, her talent was nothing extraordinary.

She would be no different from the countless others… crawling step by step, struggling for even the slightest progress.

And by the time she recovered…

It would already be too late.

Her decline would have consumed her completely.

Silence fell.

A long, heavy silence.

Then, slowly… her eyes sharpened.

There was only one path left.

Only one.

“I guess…” she began softly, her voice steady despite the storm in her heart, “I have to go back… and keep my word this time.”

The moment those words left her lips, something within her seemed to settle.

It wasn’t acceptance.

Not entirely.

There was still reluctance… still resistance.

After all, submitting to someone… becoming bound by her own promise was not something she desired.

But desire didn’t matter.

Not in this world.

This world was cruel.

Cruel to the weak. Merciless to those who fell behind.

If she chose pride now… she would only be choosing her own destruction.

If she chose to run again… she would lose everything.

Compared to that…

Submitting to Lin Feng… was nothing.

At least she would live the life of a strong cultivator. At least she would regain what she had lost.

At least she would still have a chance to reach the peak… to grasp eternity.

Her gaze slowly lifted, determination replacing the hesitation in her eyes.

“This time… I won’t run.”

She stood up, her movements firm and decisive.

The wind brushed past her robes, causing them to flutter softly as her aura steadied.

Though her cultivation had weakened, the resolve within her had never been clearer.

No more hesitation. No more excuses. She had made her choice.

With a single step forward, her figure blurred…

Then vanished entirely.

Like a streak of light cutting across the horizon, she shot toward Clear Moon City at the fastest speed she could muster, her heart pounding with a mix of unease, determination, and something she refused to name.

Each passing moment brought her closer. Closer to the place she had fled.

Closer to the man she had betrayed. Closer… to the consequences of her actions.

But this time… No matter what awaited her… She would face it head-on.

***

Meanwhile, the dinner that evening in Lin Feng’s courtyard was unusually tense.

Under normal circumstances, everyone present viewed Lin Feng as an amiable and gentle young master… someone refined, approachable… the kind of person who seemed as though he wouldn’t even harm an ant.

But the scene from earlier lingered heavily in their minds.

The image of Daoist Limitless Sword exploding into a cloud of blood fog…

It was too vivid.

Too shocking.

It clung to their thoughts like a nightmare they couldn’t shake off.

Even now, as they sat around the dining table filled with exquisite dishes, no one had much of an appetite.

Chopsticks moved slowly, almost mechanically, and no one dared to speak.

The usual lively atmosphere had long since vanished, replaced by an oppressive silence.

Perhaps the only one unaffected was Emery, who, as usual, arrived fashionably late… right at dinner time.

Having missed the earlier incident entirely, she remained blissfully unaware of the tension weighing down the others.

The rest, however, ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then…

Creak…

The courtyard door slowly opened.

Every head turned almost instinctively toward the entrance.

And there, framed by the dim evening light, stood Ning Xi.

She stepped inside with measured grace, her figure immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

Tonight, she wore a striking red dress… one that hugged her curves perfectly while leaving very little to the imagination.

The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, accentuating every movement she made, exuding both elegance and temptation.

The moment the other women saw her, their expressions subtly changed.

They understood instantly.

Ning Xi… had something planned for tonight.

It wasn’t just the dress.

It was the way she carried herself.

The slight lift of her chin, the confidence in her gaze, the deliberate softness in her steps… it all pointed toward a clear intention.

And then there was the scent.

For the first time ever, Ning Xi wore perfume.

A faint, seductive fragrance lingered around her, subtle yet impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t overwhelming… instead, it teased the senses, drawing attention without being obvious.

The kind of scent that crept in quietly… and lingered.

Especially for someone like Lin Feng.

To a powerful cultivator with heightened senses, such a fragrance was far more effective… refined, controlled, and dangerously alluring.

As Ning Xi approached the table, the atmosphere, already tense, shifted into something even more complicated.

No one spoke.

But everyone was watching.

“I apologize for being late, Mentor Lin Feng,” Ning Xi said softly as she approached, her voice gentle yet carrying a subtle charm.

“You’re right on time, Teacher Ning Xi. Come, join us for dinner,” Lin Feng replied with his usual calm demeanor, as though the heavy events of earlier had never occurred.

Ning Xi inclined her head slightly and took her seat.

Throughout the meal, she behaved no differently than usual… composed, elegant, and quiet.

She ate gracefully, her movements refined, yet those paying close attention could sense something… deliberate in the way she carried herself tonight.

There was a quiet confidence in Ning Xi’s every movement, a natural grace that seemed effortless on the surface but was anything but accidental.

She felt assured.

Not because of blind courage, but because her mother entrusted her with certain… carefully guarded methods on how to hook powerful cultivators like Lin Feng.

And tonight…

Ning Xi intended to use it.