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

Chapter 385: Chapter 385 Your Ancestor’s Sword Makes a Great Back-scratcher

The impact rang out like a thunderclap. The force behind the strike was enough to split stone and shatter defenses but it stopped.

A thick, ancient looking turtle shell had appeared before Lin Feng, forming a barrier that completely blocked the attack.

The shell radiated a faint, mysterious glow, its surface etched with patterns that seemed to contain an unyielding defensive will. The strike collided with it and dispersed like water hitting an immovable cliff.

Lin Feng did not move. Not even a tremor passed through his body. Shi Dong’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat.

“It’s his ring!” he exclaimed inwardly, shock flashing across his mind.

He had clearly seen it and the ring on Lin Feng’s finger had leapt outward at the moment of impact, transforming into this powerful defensive treasure. A protective artifact of such caliber…

Even he felt a trace of unease. But that unease was quickly drowned by anger since he knew that that treasure came from his minion Guo Han.

“If one strike can’t kill you…” Shi Dong’s expression twisted, his aura rising even further as killing intent poured out like a flood. “…then how about thousands?!”

With a furious roar, he unleashed his full power.

BOOM!

BANG!

POW!

CRASH!

The world seemed to erupt. Sword light filled every corner of the clearing as Shi Dong launched a relentless storm of attacks.

Each strike carried immense force, tearing through the air and sending violent shockwaves rippling outward.

The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, debris flying in all directions as the space itself seemed on the verge of collapse.

To the surrounding students, it was as if a deadly tempest had descended.

Some instinctively stepped back even further, their expressions tightening despite their confidence in Lin Feng.

After all, they could feel that Shi Dong was a Nascent Soul expert going all out and such destructive power was not something to take lightly.

At the center of the storm, Lin Feng stood. The turtle shell hovered before him, unwavering and resolute.

No matter how many strikes descended upon it, it did not falter. Each attack crashed against its surface only to dissipate, as though swallowed by an endless abyss.

Time passed. Breath after breath. Shi Dong’s attacks grew faster, more desperate, more frenzied. His robe fluttered wildly, his aura raging like a storm pushed to its limits.

Yet nothing changed. Finally, the barrage slowed then stopped. The last echo of impact faded into silence as dust and debris drifted through the air, obscuring the battlefield.

Shi Dong stood there, sword in hand, his breathing uneven. His chest rose and fell as he stared forward, his vision locked onto the figure hidden within the settling dust.

Slowly… The haze cleared. And what he saw made his heart sink. Lin Feng was still standing in the exact same spot. Unharmed. Untouched. Unscathed.

The turtle shell barrier remained intact, its faint glow as steady as ever, as if it had never been challenged at all. Not a single crack. Not a single sign of strain.

“…How is this possible?” Shi Dong muttered, his voice hoarse, disbelief filling every word. But what truly broke him was Lin Feng’s expression. There was no tension. No exertion.

Not even the slightest trace of seriousness. Instead, Lin Feng looked… bored.

His eyelids drooped slightly, as if he might fall asleep at any moment. He casually shifted his gaze toward Shi Dong, his eyes carrying a faint impatience as though he were watching something tedious and unworthy of his attention.

To him, that overwhelming barrage of attacks was nothing more than a minor disturbance. Like the buzzing of an insect.

And that silent, effortless indifference was far more crushing than any counterattack.

Shi Dong could hardly believe his eyes. For a brief moment, even his breathing faltered, his aged pupils shrinking as they reflected the faint, shimmering barrier surrounding Lin Feng.

The defensive turtle shell was steady, profound like an ancient mountain that had weathered countless storms without ever crumbling. Even so, he had to admit it.

A young master from an ancient clan truly possessed countless hidden means.

One had to remember that the original owner of that turtle shell treasure had been Guo Han.

And yet that fool had merely treated it as a crude defensive tool, never once uncovering even a fraction of its true potential. The treasure in Lin Feng’s hands, however, seemed to have awakened.

What Guo Han once held as a dull artifact now radiated an ancient, oppressive might, as if it had finally found a master worthy of wielding it. Shi Dong’s expression darkened.

What a waste… such a heaven-defying treasure, wasted on a dead fool like Guo Han… and now it’s fallen into the hands of this brat.

Still, he was not discouraged. On the contrary, a greedy glint slowly spread across his eyes, deep and unrestrained and the unmistakable hunger of someone who coveted what belonged to others.

His fingers twitched ever so slightly, as if already imagining the feel of that treasure in his grasp.

If I can get my hands on that treasure…

Then across the entire Azure Heaven Continent… who could stand against me?

His heart pounded violently at the thought. The more he imagined it, the more his obsession grew, spreading like wildfire through his mind, devouring reason and restraint alike.

His breathing grew heavier, and even the wrinkles on his old face seemed to tighten with desire.

Power. That was what he had chased his entire life. And now, it was right in front of him.

Shi Dong’s gaze flickered rapidly as thoughts surged through his mind.

As an experienced old schemer who had survived countless life-and-death situations, he quickly suppressed his outward emotions, forcing his expression back into one of cold disdain.

Beneath that calm surface, however, countless plans were already forming—layer upon layer of deceit, each more vicious than the last.

I can’t rush this… That defensive treasure isn’t simple. A frontal attack won’t work. I’ll need to provoke him… make him careless… make him expose a flaw.