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

Chapter 392 Junior, This Gift is Too Heavy! · 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 392: Chapter 392 Junior, This Gift is Too Heavy!

Moving silently, Li Yuhua walked toward a small cabinet and retrieved a bottle of fine wine.

Pouring herself a cup, she lifted it to her lips and took a slow sip.

The warmth spread through her chest.

But her thoughts only grew clearer.

Her fingers tightened ever so slightly around the cup as the same idea surfaced once more, this time refusing to be ignored.

“Master Lin Feng… likes mature women like me?” she murmured softly.

The words hung in the stillness of the room.

For a brief moment, she froze.

A faint tremor passed through her body, subtle yet undeniable.

It wasn’t fear, nor was it simple surprise.

It was something more complicated and an unfamiliar mixture of curiosity, self-awareness, and a hint of something she didn’t dare name.

She lowered her gaze, staring into the wine as its surface rippled gently.

Memories surfaced unbidden… her own past, the years that had shaped her, the quiet dignity she had maintained despite everything life had thrown her way.

She was no longer young, yet she had not faded either.

Time had only refined her, giving her a presence that younger women could not easily replicate.

Her body felt hot and her pink flower became wet all of a sudden.

It has been many years since she last cooked rice as her husband was no longer on this world.

Her grip on the cup loosened slightly as she let out a soft breath.

“This is absurd…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

If it were anyone else, she would have dismissed the thought immediately.

But Lin Feng… from everything she had heard, he was far from ordinary.

His preferences, his actions… they did not follow conventional expectations.

That was precisely what made the thought so difficult to ignore.

Li Yuhua shook her head lightly, as if trying to dispel it.

But even as she did, she found herself unable to fully push it away.

Instead, it lingered… quiet, persistent, and strangely vivid.

Outside, the night remained still.

Inside, however, her thoughts continued to stir, long after the cup in her hand had gone empty.

***

Morning arrived quietly, and before long, Lin Feng was already standing in the open field, conducting his class as usual.

The early sunlight stretched across the grounds, casting long shadows as his voice carried clearly through the air.

The students listened with rapt attention.

Every explanation, every demonstration, every casual remark he made seemed to hold profound meaning to them.

What once felt like ordinary guidance had, over time, become something they deeply respected even revered.

By the time the lesson came to an end, the atmosphere was filled with admiration.

Many of the students looked at him with shining eyes, their gazes filled with respect, even a hint of awe.

To them, Lin Feng was no longer just a mentor… he was someone far beyond their reach, yet still willing to guide them.

Lin Feng gave a small nod, his expression calm as ever.

“That’s enough for today,” he said lightly. “Review what you’ve learned.”

“Yes, Mentor Lin Feng!” the students responded in unison.

With that, the class dispersed, though many lingered for a moment longer, reluctant to leave.

Eventually, one by one, they departed, still discussing his teachings among themselves.

Lin Feng turned, preparing to head off for lunch.

“Mentor Lin Feng…”

The voice that called out to him was soft—so soft it almost blended into the breeze.

He paused and glanced back.

Standing there was Liu Yang, one of his original students.

The boy had always been quiet, rarely speaking unless called upon.

Even now, he stood somewhat stiffly, his posture betraying a mix of nervousness and determination.

Lin Feng’s gaze softened slightly.

“Yes, Liu Yang?” he asked.

Liu Yang hesitated. For a brief moment, it seemed as though he might lose his nerve altogether.

His hands clenched lightly at his sides, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty.

But then, as if reminding himself not to waste Lin Feng’s time, he took a small breath and spoke.

“It’s like this, Mentor Lin Feng… today is my father’s birthday,” he said, his voice still carrying a trace of shyness.

“He… he wanted to invite you to attend a small feast at our residence.”

After saying that, Liu Yang lowered his head slightly, waiting.

In truth, it was indeed his father’s birthday.

However, the invitation itself was something Liu Yang had taken upon himself.

His father had only mentioned it casually in passing, with no real intention of inviting anyone of Lin Feng’s status.

The Liu family held a respectable position within Clear Moon City… they were wealthy and well-established.

But compared to the true peak clans, they were still lacking.

Even so, Liu Yang had gathered his courage to extend the invitation.

After all… he knew that Lin Feng had once attended Ning Xi’s grandmother’s birthday banquet.

That single fact had planted a small hope in his heart.

And so, he stood there quietly, waiting for Lin Feng’s response, his heart beating just a little faster than usual.

Lin Feng released a faint strand of his divine sense, and in an instant, he grasped the situation from beginning to end.

Nothing escaped his perception… the casual remark made by Liu Yang’s father, the boy’s earnest misunderstanding, and the hope he now carried in his heart.

For a brief moment, Lin Feng fell silent. Then, a small smile formed on his lips.

Liu Yang was only ten years old… far too young to discern the subtleties of adult speech.

To him, his father’s offhand comment had become something sincere, something worth acting on.

There was no calculation behind it, no hidden motive… only pure, childlike intention to please his father.

Lin Feng couldn’t bring himself to shatter that.

“Of course,” he said warmly. “A birthday feast sounds quite enjoyable. I’ll be there, Liu Yang.”

The boy’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Thank you, Mentor Lin Feng!” Liu Yang said, unable to hide his happiness.

His earlier nervousness vanished, replaced by excitement.

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