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

Chapter 422 I Said the Pill Was Life-Saving, I Never Said It Wouldn’t Taste Like Dirty Socks · 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

Her beauty was otherworldly and flawless to the point of being unreal but it carried a dangerous edge, like a poisoned blade wrapped in silk.

Suddenly… Her eyes shifted.

She looked toward a distant direction, her gaze piercing through countless mountains, rivers, and domains as if nothing could obstruct her sight.

A faint frown appeared on her delicate face.

“Someone… has healed a wound from my Emerald Void Arrow.”

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried an indescribable weight.

The moment those words left her lips, the surrounding mist trembled, and the skulls beneath her seemed to rattle faintly, as though reacting in fear.

That arrow was not something that could be easily erased. It carried her will. Her Dao. Her mark.

Anyone struck by it would be cursed for eternity, their life slowly eroded no matter how powerful they were.

Even the strongest beings could only suppress it… they could never truly remove it.

And yet now it has been undone completely.

Her frown deepened slightly, though there was a trace of intrigue in her eyes.

“Hmmm… is this an omen of change… or war?” she murmured.

For the first time in countless years, something had slipped beyond her control.

Something… unexpected. She did not move.

She simply sat there, her gaze fixed in that distant direction for a very, very long time.

As if trying to peer through the fabric of fate itself and find the person who dared to erase her mark.

***

An hour later, the healing finally came to an end.

The oppressive silence in the chamber lifted, replaced by a calm, steady stillness as if the very air had been cleansed.

It was at this moment that Shi Hanfeng and Deng Zimo began to stir.

“…What happened?” Shi Hanfeng muttered, his brows tightly knit as he slowly pushed himself up.

“Ohhh… my head…” Deng Zimo groaned, clutching his temples as a dull ache throbbed through his mind.

The two of them remained dazed for a few breaths, their thoughts sluggish and disoriented.

But as seasoned cultivators, their senses quickly returned.

Their eyes sharpened, and almost instinctively, they looked forward…

Only to see Lin Feng walking toward them, calm and composed as ever.

Before they could even process the situation, a deep breath echoed behind him.

Xiao Yan inhaled slowly, his chest rising with newfound strength.

Then… He took a step. Not with the aid of a sword. Not with trembling limbs. But firmly. Steadily.

A faint ripple spread from his body as his aura stabilized… no longer chaotic, no longer suppressed.

It was vast and boundless, like a dormant volcano that had fully awakened.

Xiao Yan closed his eyes briefly, feeling every inch of his body. His meridians flowed smoothly.

His vitality surged like an endless river.

The lingering pain that had haunted him for over a hundred thousand years was gone.

Completely gone.

“…My heyday,” he murmured softly, a complicated expression crossing his face.

He had finally returned to the height he once stood upon. Yet, there was a trace of regret.

More than a hundred thousand years wasted in stagnation, crippled by a wound he could never overcome.

Still…

Compared to before when he could barely walk without leaning on his sword like a cane…

This was nothing short of rebirth.

“I healed him, Elder Shi,” Lin Feng said plainly, his voice cutting through the moment. “Don’t go back on your word.”

Shi Hanfeng froze.

Then his gaze shifted from Lin Feng… to Xiao Yan. And what he saw made his heart tremble.

There was no trace of weakness left. No hidden injury. No suppressed aura.

Xiao Yan stood there like a towering mountain… unshakable, complete.

Shi Hanfeng inhaled sharply.

“…You really did it.”

Everything that followed happened swiftly. Too swiftly. The news spread like wildfire.

A new Medicine King had been crowned. And his name… Lin Feng.

The entire Dao Origin City was thrown into an uproar.

The title of Medicine King was not something casually given.

It represented the absolute pinnacle of healing arts, a position only granted to those who had proven themselves through countless achievements and decades if not millennia of recognition.

At the Medicine Pavilion, the elders and old fogeys were initially reluctant. Skeptical. Even resistant.

But all doubts vanished the moment they learned the truth. Lin Feng had healed Xiao Yan.

Not merely suppressed his condition. Not merely extended his life.

But completely restored him, bringing back a legendary powerhouse who had once stood at the peak of the world.

Someone they themselves had been utterly powerless to help.

They had all seen Xiao Yan’s condition. They had all tried. And they had all failed. Yet Lin Feng…

Had accomplished the impossible.

Their understanding of healing was overturned entirely.

“Did you hear? There’s a new Medicine King and his name is Lin Feng!”

“Lin Feng? How come I’ve never heard of him before?”

“Same here…”

Voices filled the streets, the markets, the inns and every corner of Dao Origin City buzzed with speculation.

Confusion spread just as quickly as the news itself.

To become a Medicine King, one must first be a renowned Medicine Master.

Fame, reputation, achievements… these were prerequisites.

Such a figure should have been known far and wide long before ascending to that title.

And yet… No one had any information on Lin Feng. No past. No reputation. No records.

It was as if he had appeared out of thin air… and in a single day, stepped onto the very peak.

Which only made one question echo louder in everyone’s mind…

Who exactly… was Lin Feng?

***

Meanwhile, while the entire Dao Origin City buzzed with curiosity about Lin Feng, someone had already stepped forward and openly voicing opposition.

“I object to Lin Feng being granted the title of Medicine King!”

The voice rang out loudly, cutting through the crowd like a blade. Instantly, countless gazes turned toward the source.

It was Long Aotian.

He stood tall at the forefront, his expression stern, his eyes filled with undisguised dissatisfaction.

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