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

Chapter 412 Acupuncture or Voodoo Depends on Who’s Asking · Nov 04, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 How Dare You Steal a Kiss from This Young Master? 2026-11-04
402 Chapter 402 A True Master Can Cultivate While Chewing on a Chicken Leg 2026-11-04
403 Chapter 403 My Face is Thick, but My Jade Stem is Thicker 2026-11-04
404 Chapter 404 You Want My Recipe? You Aren’t Worthy of the Salt! 2026-11-04
405 Chapter 405 Your Tongue is Sharp, but My Spear Intent is Sharper 2026-11-04
406 Chapter 406 My Pride Demands You Moan Louder for the Elders to Hear 2026-11-04
407 Chapter 407 I Only Sneezed, Why is the Sect Mountain Missing? 2026-11-04
408 Chapter 408 Stealing a Mountain While the Sect Leader Naps 2026-11-04
409 Chapter 409 How Dare You Heal Me Without My Permission! 2026-11-04
410 Chapter 410 I Swear It’s a Healing Salve, Not Leftover Soup 2026-11-04
411 Chapter 411 The Sound Barrier is My Only Friend 2026-11-04
412 Chapter 412 Acupuncture or Voodoo Depends on Who’s Asking 2026-11-04
413 Chapter 413 Who Let the Young Master Off His Leash? 2026-11-04
414 Chapter 414 1,001 Ways to Make a Cultivator Cry Without Touching Them 2026-11-04
415 Chapter 415 You Have Eyes But Fail to See... That I’m Standing Right Behind You 2026-11-04
416 Chapter 416 Can I Pay for This Forbidden Manual in Installments? 2026-11-04
417 Chapter 417 I Thought I Was the Protagonist Until the Sword Went Through My Chest 2026-11-04
418 Chapter 418 Tasked with Saving the World, But I Can’t Even Save for Retirement 2026-11-04
419 Chapter 419 Wait! Let Me Finish My Trash Talk First! 2026-11-04
420 Chapter 420 My Arrow Has a Better Sense of Direction Than I Do 2026-11-04
421 Chapter 421 Nice Chair, I’ll Take It. 2026-11-04
422 Chapter 422 I Said the Pill Was Life-Saving, I Never Said It Wouldn’t Taste Like Dirty Socks 2026-11-04
423 Chapter 423 Why Use a Sword When You Can Simply Bark the Enemy to Death? 2026-11-04
424 Chapter 424 Your Young Master is a Genius? My Dog Can Do Basic Alchemy 2026-11-04
425 Chapter 425 I Am Saving Your Life, So Stop Complaining About the Third Arm 2026-11-04
426 Chapter 426 A Brief Lesson in Why Screaming Does Not Stop a Falling Mountain 2026-11-04
427 Chapter 427 The Spirit Lake is Beautiful, Just Ignore the Floating Young Masters 2026-11-04
428 Chapter 428 I Set a Trap for a Rabbit and Caught a Fat Bored Immortal 2026-11-04
429 Chapter 429 If You’re Reading This, I’ve Already Run Away with Your Spirit Stones 2026-11-04
430 Chapter 430 Crossing Ten Million Miles Just to Realize I Forgot My Sword 2026-11-04
431 Chapter 431 That Time the Most Beautiful Woman in Jianghu Asked Me for Directions and Then Robbed Me 2026-11-04
432 Chapter 432 Gazing at the Divine Treasure for Three Full Days Without Moving a Muscle 2026-11-04
433 Chapter 433 Three Minutes of Posturing, Two Seconds of Fighting 2026-11-04
434 Chapter 434 A Divine Spirit Vessel with Zero Cupholders (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) 2026-11-04
435 Chapter 435 A Peerless Expert’s Guide to Looking Busy While Doing Nothing 2026-11-04
436 Chapter 436 Why Fly When You Can Just Jump Really, Really Hard? 2026-11-04
437 Chapter 437 Counting Lashes to Fall Asleep 2026-11-04
438 Chapter 438 Explaining My Technique for Ten Minutes While the Enemy Bleeds Out 2026-11-04
439 Chapter 439 If You Can’t Refine the Sun, Don’t Bother Me Before Brunch 2026-11-04
440 Chapter 440 Ten Thousand Cultivators, One Brain Cell 2026-11-04
441 Chapter 441 Why is Every Ancient Treasure at the Bottom of a Waterfall? 2026-11-04
442 Chapter 442 Please Stop Using the Spirit Python as a Skipping Rope 2026-11-04
443 Chapter 443 My Master’s Wisdom Sounds Suspicously Like Gibberish 2026-11-04
444 Chapter 444 The Peerless Fairy is Currently Looking for Her Lost Shoe 2026-11-04
445 Chapter 445 I Told Him He Was Courting Death, But He Didn’t Have an Appointment 2026-11-04
446 Chapter 446 Why Are You Screaming? It’s Just a Flesh Wound 2026-11-04
447 Chapter 447 Your Ultimate Move Has a Very Long Loading Screen 2026-11-04
448 Chapter 448 A Gift From the Jade Emperor? I’d Rather Have Cash 2026-11-04
449 Chapter 449 I’m Not Ascending, I’m Just Hallucinating from Lack of Sleep 2026-11-04
450 Chapter 450 Your Gratitude is Touching, Please Stop Crying on My Robes 2026-11-04

“Dao Origin City…” Deng Zimo muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

He turned stiffly to look at Lin Feng, his mind in complete chaos.

They had crossed more than twenty million miles…

In a single breath.

At that moment, Deng Zimo finally understood.

This was no impulsive young master.

This… was a being who treated heaven and earth as playthings.

“We need to go down, Master Lin Feng. Flying vessels are not permitted within Dao Origin City,” Deng Zimo said quickly, his tone filled with unmistakable respect.

The change in his address was subtle, yet profound.

From young master to master.

It was not flattery, nor was it courtesy… it was genuine acknowledgment.

What Lin Feng had just displayed had completely shattered Deng Zimo’s understanding of the world.

Never in his life had he seen, nor even read in ancient records, of someone capable of folding space and traversing tens of millions of miles in mere breaths.

That was no longer within the realm of talent.

That was… godlike!

Lin Feng said nothing, only giving a slight nod as he waved his sleeve.

The flying boat shrank instantly, disappearing from sight as if it had never existed.

Moments later, the two descended near the massive gates of Dao Origin City.

Before them stretched a long line of cultivators and travelers, all waiting their turn to enter.

The gates towered high into the sky, exuding an ancient aura that seemed to suppress even the air itself.

Multiple entrances stood open, each guarded and orderly, allowing the flow of people to move steadily despite the overwhelming crowd.

Even so, Lin Feng and Deng Zimo passed through swiftly, reaching the front in just a few minutes.

At the entrance, each person was required to pay a fee of one hundred spirit stones… a sum considered modest for cultivators, yet utterly unattainable for ordinary mortals.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng flicked his sleeve and paid for both of them.

Deng Zimo’s eyes lit up with gratitude as he bowed deeply.

“Thank you, Master Lin Feng!” he said sincerely, his voice filled with emotion.

To him, following Lin Feng was no longer just survival.

It was the greatest fortune he had encountered in his entire life.

“Please follow me, Master Lin Feng,” Deng Zimo said with a deep bow, his posture humble to the extreme.

He moved swiftly, almost eagerly, as if afraid that even a single moment of delay might displease the man behind him.

Stepping out into the lively streets, he raised his hand and hailed a carriage without hesitation.

The driver, sensing the refined aura around Lin Feng, did not dare haggle and immediately set off toward their destination.

As the carriage rolled forward, Dao Origin City revealed more of its grandeur.

The streets were impossibly wide, paved with smooth spirit stone slabs that faintly glowed under the sunlight.

Towering buildings lined both sides, some reaching into the clouds, their upper levels hidden in mist.

Cultivators of all kinds moved about… some radiating powerful auras, others concealing their strength entirely.

Merchants loudly advertised rare pills, herbs, and artifacts.

Deng Zimo sat stiffly, not daring to speak unless addressed, though his eyes occasionally flickered toward Lin Feng with a mix of awe and reverence.

To cross twenty million miles in a breath… what kind of existence is Master Lin Feng? he thought, his heart still unable to calm down.

Roughly ten minutes later, the carriage came to a stop.

Before them stood the Medicine Pavilion.

It was a grand structure, ancient yet pristine, exuding an aura of authority that seemed to calm the very air around it.

Above the entrance hung its iconic emblem… two hands clasped together in prayer, symbolizing healing, compassion, and mastery over life itself.

Yet despite that serene symbolism, the scene inside was anything but quiet.

The moment they stepped in, they were greeted by a sea of people.

The massive hall was filled to the brim… injured cultivators, anxious family members, alchemists in robes of varying ranks, and attendants moving back and forth with urgency.

The scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, thick yet oddly soothing.

This was a place where life and death intersected daily.

With a population exceeding two hundred million, Dao Origin City never lacked patients.

What was most shocking, however, was that the majority of those present were cultivators.

Mortals existed only in the margins… servants, assistants, or slaves… beings whose lives revolved around serving those stronger than them.

Even so, when Lin Feng stepped inside, the crowd barely reacted.

Only a few women glanced his way, their eyes drawn almost involuntarily to his face.

His appearance was simply too striking… refined to the point that it seemed unreal.

A few lingered for a second too long before quickly lowering their gazes, afraid of offending such a figure.

Deng Zimo, however, paid none of that attention.

He guided Lin Feng directly toward the front, his posture growing increasingly respectful with every step.

By now, he no longer even tried to maintain dignity… he walked half a step behind, slightly bent, as though he were a lifelong servant.

It was obvious.

He had completely made up his mind to cling to Lin Feng’s thigh no matter what.

Reaching the front desk, they found an attendant who had just finished assisting another guest.

Deng Zimo immediately stepped forward, bowing slightly.

“Hello,” he said politely, his tone careful and respectful. “My master wishes to take the Medicine King examination today. Please arrange the earliest available time.”

The attendant, a beautiful woman in elegant pavilion robes, froze for a brief moment.

“A Medicine King examination?” she repeated, her brows lifting slightly in surprise.

Such requests were rare… extremely rare.

Her gaze slowly shifted to Lin Feng, and the moment she truly looked at him, her expression changed.

There was no arrogance in his demeanor, no visible aura of overwhelming power yet something about him made her instinctively cautious… respectful.

She quickly composed herself, her posture straightening as her tone became more formal.

“Of course,” she said. “However, according to the pavilion’s rules, only those who have already attained the rank of Medicine Master may apply for the Medicine King examination.”

She paused briefly before continuing,

“May I see your Medicine Master token, please?”

The hall remained noisy, people rushing back and forth, yet around Lin Feng, it felt as if a quiet tension had begun to form.

Deng Zimo’s heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly remembered that Lin Feng did not even have a medicine apprentice token, much less a medicine master token.

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