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

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 In Search of the Peerless Jade Opening

Still, the woman merely observed the unfolding scene without approaching Lin Feng. Her calm gaze revealed neither fear nor urgency.

She understood that timing was everything, and this was not yet the moment to step forward.

After casting one final, lingering glance at Lin Feng, she turned away. Her figure melted into the shadows as if she had never been there at all. Not a single soul present sensed her departure.

As for Lin Feng, he accepted Chen Nuo’s repayment without hesitation. With a simple nod, he allowed her to remain by his side as a house servant.

To Chen Nuo, this was not humiliation, but salvation and a new purpose in life. The night, for many, came to a quiet end. But for others… it was only the beginning.

***

“Hm…”

A soft murmur escaped Li Ruoxi’s lips as her eyelashes trembled. Her consciousness slowly surfaced from the depths of slumber, her mind still hazy and unfocused.

For a brief moment, everything felt distant like a dream she couldn’t quite grasp. Then her eyes opened. What greeted her was enough to shatter any lingering drowsiness. Her body stiffened.

She was completely bare. A faint chill brushed against her skin, making her acutely aware of her vulnerability.

Her heartbeat quickened as realization struck, and she instinctively tried to gather herself then only to freeze once more. She wasn’t alone.

Surrounding her were five other women, each of them equally unclothed, their forms intertwined in a disordered yet strangely intimate arrangement.

Their breathing was soft, steady and some still lost in sleep, others shifting slightly as if caught between dreams and waking. And at the center of it all…

Lin Feng.

Her gaze locked onto him, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. His presence was impossible to ignore, even in stillness.

There was a quiet dominance about him, something that seemed to fill the entire space without effort. A faint flush crept up Li Ruoxi’s neck as her thoughts tangled.

She couldn’t help but recall what had happened earlier, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks.

The memory lingered vividly in her mind and it was so intense, so overwhelming that it made her heart skip a beat. She bit her lip lightly, trying to steady herself, yet the warmth on her face refused to fade.

A moment later, she noticed something strange. All of Lin Feng’s women looked… unusually pristine.

Normally, after spending the night with him, there would be clear signs of his thick milk yang essence lingering on their bodies. Yet now, there was nothing. Not a trace.

They appeared completely untouched, as if nothing had happened at all. Li Ruoxi’s brows furrowed slightly, her confusion deepening.

Li Ruoxi slowly extended her spiritual sense, her consciousness spreading outward like invisible threads weaving through the room. What she discovered next, however, caused her breath to falter.

“This is…” she murmured softly, disbelief coloring her voice.

Her gaze moved from one woman to another, her heart growing increasingly unsettled with every passing second.

Li Zhiyan… the others… all of them still carried their untouched yin seals pure, unbroken, and unmistakably intact. Her mind blanked.

That meant… Everything she had seen before… every scene, every moment… None of it had been real.

A wave of confusion and shock washed over her, her thoughts spiraling uncontrollably as she struggled to make sense of it all. Just then, Lin Feng’s calm voice cut through her turmoil.

“As you’ve already realized, what you witnessed over these past nights was nothing more than an illusion.”

His tone was composed, almost indifferent, yet each word carried a quiet authority that left no room for doubt. Li Ruoxi turned toward him, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

“I haven’t touched Li Zhiyan or any of these women,” he continued, his gaze steady. “At least… not in the truest sense.” A faint tremor ran through her fingers.

“Normally,” Lin Feng added after a brief pause, “I might offer an apology for deceiving you.” His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice growing colder.

“But considering that you and your master were the ones who orchestrated this situation in the first place… pushing Li Zhiyan toward me as if she were nothing more than a tool…”

A subtle pressure filled the room.

“I’d say this settles the matter between us.” The weight of his words pressed heavily on Li Ruoxi’s chest.

“Your clan and I are even now.”

She lowered her gaze slightly, unable to refute him. Deep down, she knew he was right. What her master had planned… what she herself had participated in… There was no innocence to claim.

Yet before she could gather her thoughts, Lin Feng spoke again… this time, his voice lower, more serious.

“But make no mistake.” Her body tensed instinctively.

“I already consider you mine, Ruoxi.” Her breath caught.

The simple statement struck deeper than anything else he had said. It wasn’t loud, nor forceful but it carried an undeniable certainty, as if it were an unchangeable truth.

“You may continue acting as your clan’s obedient disciple,” he went on, his gaze locking onto hers, “and you can carry out whatever duties your master assigns you.”

A brief pause.

“But in the end…” His presence seemed to press closer, even without movement.

“You belong to me first.” Li Ruoxi’s heart pounded violently in her chest. She wanted to speak, to argue, to deny it but no words came out. Not because she agreed. But because she understood.

Under absolute strength, defiance lost its meaning.

“And if your master questions you,” Lin Feng added calmly, “then tell her exactly what I’ve said today. Your master is wise and will easily understand what needed to be done.” Silence fell over the room.

Li Ruoxi stood there, stunned, her thoughts in complete disarray. She could clearly feel it… Lin Feng wasn’t speaking out of arrogance or impulse. Every word he said… he believed without hesitation.

And with the power he possessed… Even if her clan gathered ten thousand experts, it would make no difference. They would still crumble before him.

A quiet sense of helplessness rose within her, mingled with something she couldn’t quite name. In the end, all she could do… was accept it. Slowly, she nodded.

“I… have to go,” Li Ruoxi whispered, her voice softer than before, almost as if she were afraid of breaking the fragile tension in the air. Lin Feng watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“Go,” he said simply. Relief flickered in her eyes but before she could fully turn away, his voice came again.

“But I expect you back in the morning.” She paused. His next words sealed themselves into her mind.

“You’re already mine, Ruoxi. Don’t forget that.” Li Ruoxi clenched her hands slightly, her emotions in turmoil, before finally stepping away.

Her figure moved quickly, almost hurriedly, as if putting distance between herself and him might help her regain her composure.

Li Ruoxi dressed in haste, her movements quick and slightly unsteady. Within a few breaths, she had already composed herself, her expression returning to its usual calm.

Without another glance back, her figure vanished from the room. None of Lin Feng’s women noticed her departure. It was as if she had never been there to begin with.

Naturally, this was no coincidence as Lin Feng had ensured it.

A minute later, Li Ruoxi arrived at the Li Clan.

Without pause, she made her way deep into its inner grounds, passing through layers of guarded paths until she reached the secret chamber of her master… the matriarch of the Li Clan.

The atmosphere within the chamber was quiet, almost suffocating. Li Ruoxi knelt without hesitation.

“Master.”

Her voice was respectful, steady but beneath it lay the remnants of the storm within her heart. She began her report. Everything.

She held nothing back… what she had seen, what she had learned, and what Lin Feng had said.

Even the truth about Li Zhiyan and the others still remaining untouched… and how everything she had previously witnessed had merely been an illusion crafted by Lin Feng.

When she finished, silence filled the chamber. It stretched on, heavy and deliberate, as though the matriarch was carefully weighing every word.

Finally…

“Men of power are unpredictable,” the matriarch said slowly, her voice calm yet filled with quiet calculation. “But among them, one trait is almost always the same…”

She paused briefly.

“Pride.” Li Ruoxi remained kneeling, her head lowered, listening intently.

“From tonight onward, you will do as Lin Feng wishes,” the matriarch continued. “Stay by his side. Become his woman.”

Her tone was firm and decisive.

“Midnight.” At the mention of that name, Li Ruoxi’s fingers tightened slightly.

“And if this happens to be the last time you return here,” the matriarch added, her voice softening just a fraction, “then do not forget to keep the Li Clan in your heart.”

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.

“As long as you remain with Lin Feng… remember… our Li Clan will always stand supreme within Clear Moon City.” Her words carried a deeper meaning. She was not merely giving an order.

She was making a calculation.

Li Ruoxi was valuable, yes but not irreplaceable. Talented clansmen could be cultivated again. Orphans could be taken in, trained, shaped into tools of the clan.

But an opportunity like this… A chance to bind themselves, even indirectly, to someone like Lin Feng… That was something that might never come again. To her, this was fortune.

A rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Li Ruoxi understood this clearly.

“I understand, Master.” She bowed deeply, her forehead nearly touching the ground. There was no hesitation in her voice. No resistance.

When she rose, her expression had already returned to its usual calm yet something within her had quietly changed. Without another word, she turned and left the chamber.

Her figure disappeared into the night once more. This time, however, her destination was clear.

Back to Lin Feng. To her… this was a mission. And not one forced upon her. It was a mission she would see through…

Even if it meant dedicating her entire life to it.