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

Chapter 421 Nice Chair, I’ll Take It. · 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

If Xiao Yan’s reaction had been even a fraction slower…

He would have died on that battlefield, his name buried in the sands of time.

Even after surviving, the wound had never truly healed. It lingered. Like a curse.

Like a reminder of that day.

Over the years, he had used countless methods, rare medicines, and forbidden techniques to suppress it.

On the surface, he appeared fine but deep within, that arrow’s intent still remained, gnawing at his life force, waiting for the moment he grew weak enough to be consumed.

And yet… Lin Feng had seen through it instantly. Without probing. Without asking.

As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Xiao Yan’s gaze toward Lin Feng changed slightly.

This was no longer just suspicion. It was… wariness. And a trace of expectation.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng remained completely focused.

His hand hovered steadily in the air, fingers slightly spread, as if sensing something invisible.

A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation began to gather around his palm.

Then…

He pressed down.

“This technique…!” Xiao Yan’s heart trembled violently as shock surged through him.

He could clearly sense what Lin Feng was doing and that was precisely why it was so terrifying.

This was no ordinary healing method.

Lin Feng wasn’t mending wounds, nor was he suppressing the lingering damage.

He was… reversing it.

Rewinding the state of Xiao Yan’s body to a time before the injury had ever occurred.

Time itself was being tampered with.

The very flow of existence was bending under Lin Feng’s will.

Xiao Yan’s mind went blank for a moment.

He had lived for over a million years.

He had seen countless experts, witnessed unimaginable techniques, and even stood at the very peak of cultivation in his era.

And yet this was something he had never even come close to touching.

“This… this is the Dao of Time…” Xiao Yan muttered inwardly, his thoughts in complete disarray.

Among all Daos, time was known to be one of the most elusive and unfathomable.

It wasn’t just difficult to cultivate… it was something most people could never even perceive, let alone control.

Even at his peak, when his strength shook the heavens and his name inspired fear across countless lands, he had never managed to step into that domain.

Not even the threshold. And yet Lin Feng was wielding it so casually as if it were second nature.

Xiao Yan’s breathing grew uneven.

At this time, Lin Feng also truly understood how grave his injury had been.

For over a hundred thousand years, this old hero had struggled, endured, and suppressed the wound left behind by that single arrow.

He had exhausted treasures, techniques, and countless opportunities yet he could only delay the inevitable.

The injury had long since fused with his very existence. It was no longer just a wound.

It was fate. Had Lin Feng not appeared…

Death would have eventually claimed him, no matter how much he resisted.

Xiao Yan slowly lifted his gaze, staring at Lin Feng as if seeing him for the first time.

Shock. Disbelief. And something deeper… something akin to awe.

He simply couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone so young wield such power?

How could someone exist who could manipulate time so effortlessly?

“Don’t look at me like that, old man,” Lin Feng said lightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he continued his work.

“You may be a hero of this world, but I don’t entertain any old man fawning over me.”

His tone was teasing, almost casual. As if what he was doing wasn’t a heaven-defying act.

But Xiao Yan didn’t respond. He couldn’t.

His eyes remained locked onto Lin Feng, the shock within them refusing to fade.

Because no matter how Lin Feng joked… What he was witnessing right now was absolutely nothing short of a miracle.

***

Meanwhile, chaos had already erupted outside.

Thud!

Violent impacts rang out as waves of spiritual energy slammed relentlessly against the sealed chamber doors.

“Open the doors!” someone shouted anxiously, their voice filled with urgency.

“Can’t you see we’re trying?!” another snapped back. “If you’re so capable, why don’t you do it yourself?!”

The crowd was in disarray.

Dozens of experts had gathered, each unleashing their own methods… palm strikes, sword qi, even full-powered techniques but the result was the same every time.

Nothing. Not even the slightest tremor.

“We can’t force it open,” one elder said through gritted teeth, lowering his hand after yet another failed attempt.

“Senior Xiao Yan personally reinforced this chamber with multiple defensive formations. It’s not something we can break through so easily.”

“Easily?” another scoffed, frustration evident on his face. “We’ve already used enough force to shatter a mountain, and this thing hasn’t even scratched!”

The sounds of impact gradually slowed, replaced by heavy breathing and tense silence.

Everyone stared at the door.

It stood there, completely intact… unmoved, unshaken, as if everything they had done amounted to nothing more than a light breeze brushing against it.

A younger clan member stepped forward, his expression filled with disbelief as he ran his hand across the surface.

“This… what is this made of?” he muttered.

Another elder shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

“Just how did Senior Xiao Yan construct this chamber…?” he said in a low voice.

“This door alone is more durable than the finest defensive treasures in our entire clan.”

The realization sent a chill through the crowd.

***

Far to the south, in a land shrouded by endless darkness and deathly silence, an extremely beautiful woman sat upon a throne forged from countless skulls.

The throne itself exuded a chilling aura.

Each skull seemed to whisper with the resentment of the dead, their hollow eyes flickering with faint green light.

Beneath her feet, rivers of dark mist coiled like living serpents, rising and falling as if breathing alongside her.

She sat there lazily, one hand supporting her cheek, her long hair cascading down like a black waterfall.

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