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

Chapter 363 The Sword Is Unsheathed, but the Disciple Is MIA · Nov 04, 2026

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351 Chapter 351 The Missing Piece of My Dual Cultivation Puzzle 2026-11-04
352 Chapter 352 No Technique, Just Thrust! The Barbarian’s Path to the Peak 2026-11-04
353 Chapter 353 The Ancient Willow’s Impenetrable Morning Wood 2026-11-04
354 Chapter 354 The Spear God’s Tip is Unusually Hot 2026-11-04
355 Chapter 355 Just One Finger is Enough to Make You Reach the Peak 2026-11-04
356 Chapter 356 Taking It All Down in One Gulp 2026-11-04
357 Chapter 357 Taking the Patriarch’s Large Jug with Both Hands 2026-11-04
358 Chapter 358 Rubbing the Abbot’s Lucky Bald Head 2026-11-04
359 Chapter 359 Pretending to be the Eunuch in the Empress’s Bedchamber 2026-11-04
360 Chapter 360 The Saintess’s Heart is Pure, but Her Moans are 10,000 Decibels 2026-11-04
361 Chapter 361 The Rogue Cultivator Who Knew Too Many Positions 2026-11-04
362 Chapter 362 The Demon Realm is Scary, but Have You Seen Me Without a Nap? 2026-11-04
363 Chapter 363 The Sword Is Unsheathed, but the Disciple Is MIA 2026-11-04
364 Chapter 364 Vanishing Like Smoke Before the Second Round 2026-11-04
365 Chapter 365 A Heart of Iron, a Spear of Jade, and a Will of Jelly 2026-11-04
366 Chapter 366 Behold My Glorious Transcendent Flying Boat 2026-11-04
367 Chapter 367 Pencils, Protractors, and Other Weapons of Minor Destruction 2026-11-04
368 Chapter 368 Thinking Inside the Box (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
369 Chapter 369 Just a Flesh Wound! Please Ignore the Missing Limbs! 2026-11-04
370 Chapter 370 The Peerless Sword Saint is Currently Washing Dishes 2026-11-04
371 Chapter 371 Someone Fed the Spirit Beast the Leftovers and Now It’s Glowing 2026-11-04
372 Chapter 372 The Heavens Orchestrated a Fated Meeting, but I Was Busy Napping 2026-11-04
373 Chapter 373 Cooking Rice? No, I Am Forging a Soul Consuming Elixir 2026-11-04
374 Chapter 374 The Silkworm Silk Sheets Cannot Withstand This Sword Intent 2026-11-04
375 Chapter 375 The Jade Beauty Thinks I’m a Stalker, I Just Want My Deposit Back 2026-11-04
376 Chapter 376 The Dao of the Wandering Finger 2026-11-04
377 Chapter 377 To Lick or Not to Lick? That is the Immortal Question 2026-11-04
378 Chapter 378 The Throat-Parched Immortal Swallows the Entire Ocean 2026-11-04
379 Chapter 379 My Master’s Meditation Looks Remarkably Like a Nap 2026-11-04
380 Chapter 380 The Sound of One Thousand Elders Charging Their Ults 2026-11-04
381 Chapter 381 I Trained for Ten Million Years and All I Got Was This Stinky Beard 2026-11-04
382 Chapter 382 How Many True Forms Does This Guy Have? 2026-11-04
383 Chapter 383 Local Genius Realizes He Is Actually a Background Character 2026-11-04
384 Chapter 384 You Have the Eyes of a Dragon and the Brain of a Shrimp 2026-11-04
385 Chapter 385 Your Ancestor’s Sword Makes a Great Back-scratcher 2026-11-04
386 Chapter 386 I Am Using This Ancient Cauldron to Cook Noodles, and You Cannot Stop Me 2026-11-04
387 Chapter 387 I Didn’t Want This Treasure, But the Heavens Shoved It Down My Throat 2026-11-04
388 Chapter 388 I Am the Harbinger of Death, Please Stop Throwing Rotten Tomatoes 2026-11-04
389 Chapter 389 I Spent Three Million Years in Seclusion and Forgot How to Walk 2026-11-04
390 Chapter 390 Since You Won’t Give Me Face, I’ll Take Your Personal Space 2026-11-04
391 Chapter 391 Counting 10,000 Spirit Sheep in Order to Sleep 2026-11-04
392 Chapter 392 Junior, This Gift is Too Heavy! 2026-11-04
393 Chapter 393 The Ancestor Emerges from Seclusion Just for the Expensive Alcohol 2026-11-04
394 Chapter 394 My Master Forgot My Birthday and Tried to Sell Me to a Rival Sect Again 2026-11-04
395 Chapter 395 To Catch the Fish, One Must First Become the Worm 2026-11-04
396 Chapter 396 She Offered Her Heart, But I Only Needed Her Spirit Stones (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
397 Chapter 397 Seeking the Dao? I’m Just Seeking a Spoon 2026-11-04
398 Chapter 398 Shut Up and Take My Breath Away 2026-11-04
399 Chapter 399 This Junior Is Not Practicing the Forbidden Arts, This Is Just a Greeting! 2026-11-04
400 Chapter 400 Refining a Love Potion in a Pressure Cooker 2026-11-04

Chapter 363: Chapter 363 The Sword Is Unsheathed, but the Disciple Is MIA

The carriage rolled to a gentle stop as they arrived at Spirit Spring Academy, its grand gates already bustling with activity.

Before anyone else could even move, Su Wanwan sprang down from the carriage like a lively little rabbit, her small shoes barely making a sound as they touched the ground.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks slightly flushed as she clenched her tiny fists.

Yes! Wanwan is going to see Mentor Lin Feng again! she squealed inwardly, her heart thumping with anticipation.

Without waiting for the others, she hurried toward the academy grounds, her steps quick and light as if she feared even a second’s delay would make her miss him.

The moment she reached the field, however, her enthusiasm faltered just a little. The place was packed.

A vast crowd stretched as far as her eyes could see… thousands upon thousands of students gathered together.

Their robes fluttered in the breeze, voices overlapping into a constant hum, and spiritual auras filled the air in waves.

Most of them weren’t even children like her but fully grown adults, their towering figures making her feel even smaller in comparison.

Still, Su Wanwan refused to give up. She stood on her tiptoes, craning her neck as high as she could.

Her bright eyes darted everywhere… left, right, forward, even behind her as if she might somehow catch a glimpse of that familiar figure.

“Mentor Lin Feng…” she whispered under her breath, almost as if calling out to him would make him appear.

She squeezed through small gaps between people, her tiny frame allowing her to slip past legs and robes with surprising ease.

Occasionally, she bumped into someone, but she would quickly murmur a soft apology before continuing her search, her determination unshaken.

Minutes passed.

The excitement that had once filled her began to slowly fade, replaced by a faint trace of worry.

Her steps grew slower, and her head lowered slightly, though her eyes still scanned the crowd with stubborn persistence.

Why can’t Wanwan find him…? she thought, her lips pressing into a small pout.

Finally, after searching for what felt like forever, she came to a stop. Her shoulders drooped just a little, and she looked around once more, hoping that she had somehow missed him.

But no matter how hard she looked, she still couldn’t find the person she wanted to see the most.

“Wanwan can’t see Mentor Lin Feng… where is he?” she muttered softly, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Even so, she didn’t leave.

Instead, she stood there quietly, rising onto her tiptoes once again, her small figure lost within the massive crowd still searching, still hoping that at any moment, he would appear before her.

***

Meanwhile, Lin Feng lay trapped in the luxurious confines of his own bedroom, his body still heavy with the remnants of deep sleep. He hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.

His stomach growled faintly in protest, but the moment he cracked his eyes open, all thoughts of food vanished instantly. A warm, wet sensation engulfed the most sensitive part of his body.

Between his spread legs knelt a stunning figure, her long black hair cascading like silk over his thighs.

Ling Lan’s delicate face was flushed with determination as her soft, pink lips stretched obscenely around the thick head of his massive yang spear.

Her tongue danced eagerly along the underside, tracing every bulging vein with shameless hunger.

She bobbed her head slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, taking him deeper into her hot, velvety mouth with every downward stroke.

The lewd, wet slurping sounds echoed through the quiet room as she struggled valiantly against his enormous size.

Her cheeks hollowed with effort, and her jaw ached from the sheer girth, yet she refused to pull back.

Instead, she pushed forward, her throat tightening around him as she tried to swallow even more of his throbbing length.

Lin Feng’s breath hitched sharply. He could not believe what he was witnessing.

This was Ling Lan… the innocent, elegant, and usually untouchable beauty who had always maintained a certain dignified distance from all the men that approached her.

And now here she was, on her knees, willingly worshipping his little brother with her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. She had finally found her own way to express her gratitude.

Ling Lan’s eyes were slightly watery from the strain, but they burned with fierce resolve.

Her small hands rested on his powerful thighs for support as she worked him with devoted enthusiasm, occasionally pulling back to swirl her tongue around the swollen tip before diving down again.

Drool escaped the corners of her stretched lips, trickling down his thick shaft and glistening in the morning light.

All around the large bed, Lin Feng’s other women stood completely frozen, their faces painted with pure shock and disbelief.

They had only ever touched him shyly with their soft hands, gently exploring his body with timid caresses. None of them had ever imagined, let alone attempted, such a bold and lewd act.

“H-How… How is Ling Lan even doing that?” one of them whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and embarrassment. Her eyes were glued to the obscene sight, unable to look away.

“Her mouth… it looks like it’s going to tear apart any second!” another gasped, one hand flying up to cover her own lips as her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson.

“Lin Feng… he’s really that huge…” a third murmured, biting her lower lip. Her gaze lingered on the way Ling Lan’s throat bulged slightly with every deep bob of her head.

“I… I don’t think I could ever fit even half of that…”

The room was thick with tension. Soft, involuntary whimpers and gasps escaped the other women as they watched Ling Lan continue her devoted service.

Some shifted uncomfortably, pressing their thighs together as an unfamiliar heat began to pool in their lower bellies.

Others couldn’t help but imagine themselves in her place, wondering if they would ever have the courage or the ability to please their man in such an intimate, shameless way.

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