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

Chapter 417 I Thought I Was the Protagonist Until the Sword Went Through My Chest · 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

Long Aotian’s aura surged, a burst of energy threatening to erupt.

But under the overwhelming presence of Shi Hanfeng, it was forcibly suppressed, dissipating before it could fully form.

“This isn’t over!” Long Aotian spat, his voice trembling with fury. “You’d better wash your neck and wait! I’ll be coming for your head!”

The threat echoed through the hall, drawing even more attention.

Yet Lin Feng only chuckled softly.

There was no anger on his face, no trace of concern.

Only indifference.

“Heh…”

He turned away, as if Long Aotian no longer existed.

That should be my line, he mused inwardly, his thoughts cold and steady.

In his eyes, Long Aotian was already a dead man walking.

Lin Feng would, of course, not let go of someone like Long Aotian.

Compared to his cruelty, all the sick murderers back on Earth seem like harmless babies.

The moment he chose to stand against him… his fate had been sealed.

And Lin Feng…

Never left loose ends.

“Alright, everyone, the disturbance is over. I don’t want to hear another commotion like that again. I’ll be quite busy today.”

Elder Shi Hanfeng’s voice rang through the hall like a resonant bell, instantly suppressing the lingering murmurs.

The crowd lowered their heads, not daring to provoke him further.

Without another word, he turned and gestured for Lin Feng and Deng Zimo to follow.

The three of them soon left the Medicine Pavilion, boarding a carriage waiting outside.

The ride was quiet, the rhythmic clatter of wheels against stone the only sound accompanying them.

Deng Zimo sat stiffly, clearly aware that he was merely tagging along in a matter far beyond his level.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, appeared relaxed, his eyes half-closed as if he were simply out for a casual trip.

Shi Hanfeng said nothing.

Yet from time to time, his gaze would drift toward Lin Feng, thoughtful and measuring.

After some time, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived before a grand estate.

Towering gates loomed ahead, forged from dark metal and engraved with intricate patterns that faintly glowed under the light.

The walls stretched high and wide, exuding a quiet but undeniable sense of authority.

Even without stepping inside, one could tell that this was no ordinary residence.

It was only then that Shi Hanfeng finally broke the silence.

“You still have one chance to back out, young man.”

His tone was calm, but there was a weight behind his words.

“Beyond these gates… if you make even the slightest mistake, it won’t just be failure. You’ll lose your life.”

The warning lingered in the air.

Deng Zimo’s expression shifted slightly, a trace of unease flashing across his face.

Lin Feng, however, didn’t even hesitate.

“I don’t gamble with my life, Senior,” he replied evenly. “I’m here for one thing and that’s to obtain the Medicine King title, then leave in peace. After that, I’ll heal whoever I wish, whenever I wish.”

He paused for a brief moment, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Though I have to say… your Medicine Pavilion runs quite the business. Efficient and very very clever.”

It sounded like praise. But there was an edge of criticism beneath it.

Shi Hanfeng glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

“Everything in this world revolves around who benefits and who interests,” he said calmly.

“The sooner you understand that, the further you’ll go. No one acts without reason, and no one gives without expecting something in return.”

Lin Feng gave a small nod.

“On that, we agree.”

He didn’t continue the conversation, clearly uninterested in philosophical exchanges.

Whatever understanding lay between them was enough. Seeing this, Shi Hanfeng said no more.

He pushed the gate open. With a low, heavy creak, the doors parted.

The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.

Servants and guards along the path immediately noticed Shi Hanfeng’s presence.

One after another, they lowered their heads and bowed silently, their movements respectful and practiced.

It was obvious that this old man was no stranger here and his status within this place was unquestionable.

They walked deeper into the estate. The further they went, the quieter it became.

Even the air seemed to grow heavier.

Eventually, they arrived before a final door at the end of a secluded corridor.

Two guards stood at either side, their expressions stern.

Yet the moment they saw Shi Hanfeng, they stepped aside without question.The door opened.

Creak!

A foul, suffocating smell rushed out instantly. It was the scent of decay.

Not the ordinary kind, but something far worse and something that carried a chilling, corrosive energy within it.

Death qi.

Thick. Dense. Almost tangible.

It clung to the air like a lingering curse, seeping into the surroundings and pressing down on the senses.

Even Deng Zimo couldn’t help but pale, instinctively taking a step back as his breathing grew uneasy.

Lin Feng’s brows furrowed slightly as he stepped inside.

His eyes swept across the room, taking in everything in a single glance.

“And here I thought you brought me to heal someone, Senior…” he said slowly, a hint of surprise in his tone.

His gaze settled forward, sharp and assessing.

“Not to raise the dead.”

“Hak hak hak hak!” A harsh, grating laugh burst from within the room, echoing against the walls like rust scraping across metal.

It was neither loud nor powerful, yet it carried an unsettling weight that made one’s skin crawl.

From the depths of the chamber, a figure slowly emerged.

At first glance, it was hard to believe he was even alive.

The old man was little more than skin stretched over bone, his body thin to the point of grotesqueness.

His face was sunken, his cheekbones protruding sharply, and his eyes burned with a dim, eerie light that flickered like a candle on the verge of going out.

His hair hung in sparse, lifeless strands, and every step he took seemed like it might be his last.

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