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

Chapter 383: Chapter 383 Local Genius Realizes He Is Actually a Background Character

This was, of course, understandable. The old man Shi Dong and his subordinate Lu Ben had arrived here with only a fragment of the truth.

In their eyes, Lin Feng was merely the cultivator who had managed to defeat Daoist Limitless Sword… a notable feat, certainly, but not one that would place him beyond challenge.

With such limited knowledge, it was only natural that they underestimated him.

What they did not know, however, was that Lin Feng had already crossed blades with opponents far beyond the level of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

Daoist Limitless Sword, impressive as he was, could hardly compare to the true dangers Lin Feng had faced. Among those battles, the most shocking was his confrontation with Qin Ran of the Grand Purity Temple who was a peerless expert who had already stepped into the Spirit Severing Realm.

That realm alone was enough to place her among the upper echelons of the cultivation world, a figure admired, feared, and respected in equal measure. And yet, Lin Feng had defeated her.

Such an earth-shaking outcome should have spread like wildfire across the land, stirring countless waves and drawing the attention of every sect and clan. But reality was far more restrained.

The news never truly circulated, buried beneath layers of silence and caution. No one dared to speak of it openly.

The Grand Purity Temple was not an existence that ordinary cultivators could afford to offend, and Qin Ran herself was not only powerful but also a figure of extraordinary beauty and prestige.

To spread rumors of her defeat without irrefutable proof would be tantamount to courting disaster.

Furthermore, the battle itself had taken place within the sealing formation cast by Lin Feng. That formation had isolated the confrontation completely, preventing any outsiders from witnessing what truly occurred inside.

Those present could only see the beginning and the end. When the formation dissipated, Lin Feng was the one who emerged first, calm and composed, while Qin Ran was nowhere to be seen.

From that alone, many drew their own conclusions, but none could say with certainty what had truly transpired.

Some speculated that Lin Feng had relied on tricks or formations to gain the upper hand. Others believed Qin Ran had withdrawn for reasons unknown.

A few suspected the truth, but without evidence, even they kept their thoughts to themselves. In the cultivation world, a single careless word could bring ruin upon oneself and one’s sect.

Thus, everyone who had witnessed the event chose silence over speculation, sealing their lips tightly and allowing the truth to fade into obscurity.

As time passed, the matter gradually became nothing more than a vague rumor, its details distorted and uncertain.

Without confirmation, it failed to gain the weight it deserved, and Lin Feng’s true strength remained hidden beneath layers of misunderstanding.

Unfortunately for Shi Dong and Lu Ben, they were among those who had never learned of this hidden truth. Armed with incomplete information and misplaced confidence, they walked forward, utterly unaware of the terrifying existence they were about to provoke.

This was precisely why many of Lin Feng’s students especially those who were far older than him, with some even gray-haired elders and grandfathers could not help but look at Shi Dong and Lu Ben with a mixture of shock, pity, and faint disbelief.

To them, the scene unfolding was almost absurd. These two had clearly walked in with confidence, yet they had no idea just how terrifying the person standing before them truly was.

The shock came from their sheer ignorance. The pity, however, stemmed from the inevitable fate that awaited them.

In the eyes of Lin Feng’s students, Shi Dong and Lu Ben were no different from mortals charging headfirst into a thunderstorm, thinking themselves capable of stopping lightning with bare hands.

They simply did not understand the magnitude of the existence they were provoking. To challenge Lin Feng without knowing his true strength was not bravery… it was pure foolishness.

It was easier to create a harem filled with a trillion fairy goddesses than to defeat Lin Feng.

More importantly, none of them recognized the pair. The mercenary organization Ghost Blade Pavilion had always been shrouded in secrecy, operating from the shadows like hidden blades in the dark.

Its members rarely revealed themselves openly, and even when they did, they concealed their identities carefully. Their reputation might be known, but their faces were not.

As a result, even these experienced cultivators could not place Shi Dong and Lu Ben at all.

“Such people truly have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai,” one elderly student said, stroking his beard as he sighed.

“Hmph, they’re simply courting death. It seems they’ve grown tired of living,” another added coldly, his gaze already treating the two as corpses.

“They think themselves strong, yet they’re nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well, ignorant of the vast sky above them.”

Low murmurs spread among the gathered students.

Though their words carried a sharp edge, there was little hatred behind them and only a detached sort of pity, as one would feel watching someone unknowingly step off a cliff.

After all, in the cultivation world, ignorance could be far more dangerous than weakness. Yet beneath that layer of pity, something else flickered.

Excitement.

Their eyes gleamed faintly, betraying their anticipation. It had been a few days since Lin Feng had personally made a move in front of them.

Most matters were handled effortlessly, resolved before any real spectacle could unfold. But now, two ignorant fools had delivered themselves right to his doorstep, presenting the perfect opportunity.

To them, this was no longer merely a confrontation and it was a rare chance to witness their teacher’s overwhelming might once again.

Some even straightened their posture unconsciously, their attention fully locked onto the scene. Others exchanged knowing glances, as if silently betting on how quickly it would end.

Would it take a single move? Or perhaps not even that? No one doubted the outcome. The only question was how it would unfold.

And as the air gradually grew tense and silent, as if even the surroundings were holding their breath, it became clear that they would not have to wait long for the answer.