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

Chapter 338: Chapter 338 Planting the Root of Longevity in the Fertile Soil of the Saintess

“It’s a trivial matter. I didn’t even need to lift a finger. You should thank Huo Mian instead,” Lin Feng replied calmly, his tone so indifferent that it made the entire ordeal seem insignificant.

“Thank you, Miss Huo Mian,” Chen Nuo said, bowing slightly. However, the gratitude in her voice was faint, almost forced.

Deep down, she knew the truth that Huo Mian had only acted because Lin Feng willed it.

Without him, justice would have remained nothing more than a distant dream she could never reach.

Huo Mian merely glanced at her and gave a small nod, neither accepting nor rejecting the thanks. To her, Chen Nuo’s feelings were irrelevant.

The only thing that mattered was fulfilling her master’s command. A brief silence followed, heavy and suffocating.

The man who had been dragged here lay sprawled on the ground like a broken corpse. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, his face pale as death, and his eyes were filled with absolute terror.

He did not dare to meet Lin Feng’s gaze, nor did he dare to plead. Earlier, he had tried and begged, screamed, even promised everything he owned but all of it had been useless.

Before absolute power, his words held no weight.

“Here is the man responsible for the tragedy that befell your life, Chen Nuo,” Lin Feng finally said, his voice cutting cleanly through the silence. “What do you wish to do with him?”

He paused, his eyes flickering faintly as they landed on the trembling figure.

“Do you want him killed,” he continued, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather, “or would you rather have him punished for the rest of his life?”

The man’s body jerked violently at those words, his breathing turning ragged.

“Know this… if you choose punishment, it will be a fate far worse than death.” Those words were not a threat. They were a simple statement of fact.

In a civilized world, death and murder were grave matters, bound by laws and morality. But this was no such world. This was the world of cultivation.

Here, strength defined everything. Justice, morality, and even human life itself were all dictated by power. The weak could only endure, while the strong decided their fate with a single thought.

The slaughter of thousands in a single day could be dismissed as nothing more than a minor disturbance. Entire cities could vanish overnight without anyone daring to question it.

Cultivators stood at the peak of this world and they were beings akin to walking calamities.

With a wave of their hand, they could part seas, shatter mountains, and erase entire bloodlines from existence.

Compared to such overwhelming power, the weapons and destruction of Earth seemed laughably insignificant. And Lin Feng… was one of those beings.

Chen Nuo’s body trembled slightly as she looked at the man before her. The memories surged back uncontrollably… her family’s desperate cries, the helplessness that had consumed her as everything she cherished was torn away.

Her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood, yet she did not seem to feel the pain. This man… was the source of it all.

Slowly, she stepped forward, her eyes no longer filled with weakness, but something far colder.

Hatred.

Since Lin Feng had already given her a clear direction, the decision came almost effortlessly.

Chen Nuo slowly raised her head, her eyes no longer wavering.

The hesitation that once lingered within them had completely vanished, replaced by a chilling resolve that sent a faint shiver through the air itself.

“I want him to suffer… to suffer until he begs for death,” she said, her voice low but steady. “I want him to reach a point where even death becomes a luxury he can never obtain. Please… grant me this, Master Lin Feng.”

As her words fell, she bowed deeply… far deeper than before. This was not just gratitude. This was a plea born from blood, grief, and hatred that had been festering within her for far too long.

The man on the ground began trembling violently, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints as despair overtook him.

He struggled, desperately trying to speak, to beg, to cry for mercy but the chains binding him tightened as if alive, crushing any hope of resistance.

He could only drool helplessly onto the ground in response, unable to form a single word. Lin Feng watched the scene with calm indifference. Then, he nodded.

“Very well,” he said, his tone as casual as ever, as if he had merely agreed to a trivial request. “Rest assured, this man will come to curse the very moment he chose to harm your family, Chen Nuo. Regret will become the only thing he is allowed to keep.”

In truth, this was exactly the outcome Lin Feng preferred. Killing was simple. It ended everything in an instant. But suffering… suffering could be stretched, refined, and controlled.

More importantly, it allowed him to keep his own hands clean.

After all, he had yet to personally take a life, and he found no urgency to change that fact. At least, not now. Without another word, Lin Feng lifted his hand slightly.

That single, almost lazy motion sealed the man’s fate.

The ground beneath the prisoner rippled unnaturally, like water disturbed by an unseen force.

In the next instant, it split open silently, forming a dark abyss that seemed to devour even the surrounding light. The man’s eyes bulged in horror.

Before he could even react, thick, pitch-black chains erupted from the void, coiling around his limbs, his torso, his neck binding him completely.

One final chain wrapped tightly across his mouth, sealing it shut and crushing any scream that tried to escape.

Then…

He was dragged down. Swallowed whole by the earth. The ground closed immediately after, leaving no trace behind. No crack. No disturbance.

It was as if the man had never existed in the first place. Silence returned once more.

***

Thud!

A heavy sound echoed in a dim, suffocating room.

The man’s body dropped from above, landing harshly onto a cold, metallic slab. The impact rattled the surface beneath him, sending a dull vibration through the surrounding space.

This place… was a morgue.

A chilling stench of death lingered in the air, thick and inescapable. Rows of corpse beds lined the room, each occupied by lifeless bodies covered in pale sheets.

Some were incomplete. Some were twisted. All were silent witnesses. The chains that once bound him began to dissolve, fading away like shadows under light.

But something was wrong. He still couldn’t move. His body felt as though it had been nailed in place by an invisible force.

His limbs refused to obey him, and even his throat betrayed him no matter how hard he tried, no sound came out. Not even a whimper.

“Well, well, well… another delivery?” A sluggish, amused voice echoed through the room. From the far corner, a massive figure emerged.

The man was grotesquely obese, his body spilling over itself as he walked.

Each step caused the floor to creak faintly under his weight. His small, beady eyes gleamed with an unsettling light, and his lips curled into a smile that was anything but friendly.

“That old fogey Lin Feng… he really doesn’t know how to let people rest,” the fatty muttered, scratching his chin as he slowly approached.

He circled the slab like a predator inspecting prey, his gaze sweeping across every inch of the helpless man’s body.

“I was planning to relax today… have a quiet day for once,” he sighed, though there was no real frustration in his voice. Instead, it carried a strange excitement.

His thick fingers tapped lightly against the metal surface.

Tap…

tap…

tap…

The sound echoed like a countdown.

“But then again…” he continued, his grin widening, “new goods don’t just deliver themselves for nothing.” He leaned in closer, his face now only inches away from the man’s.

The stench of his breath alone was enough to make one gag.

“You must’ve done something truly special to catch his attention,” he whispered, almost mockingly. “Don’t worry… I’ll make sure your stay here is unforgettable.”

***

Meanwhile, someone else had been closely observing everything that transpired within Lin Feng’s courtyard.

She had arrived at the Ye Clan earlier that day, intending to investigate Fang Yuan’s disappearance. Exercising caution, she chose not to approach Lin Feng directly.

Instead, she remained hidden, watching from afar and gathering information piece by piece. But now, seeing him personally intervene, her interest deepened.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the entire scene… Lin Feng’s calm authority, the unquestioning obedience of those around him, and the effortless way he dictated another person’s fate.

“A typical man with a god complex… believing he has the right to reshape the world according to his own twisted sense of justice,” she muttered under her breath.

There was no hesitation in her judgment.

“This man is undoubtedly from an ancient clan.” Her gaze lingered on Lin Feng, growing sharper, more contemplative.