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

“I suggest you try that same trick on a real person,” Long Aotian challenged, his voice carrying a sharp edge as his eyes locked onto Lin Feng with open provocation.

A faint ripple passed through the crowd.

Everyone knew this was no simple suggestion… it was a deliberate attempt to force Lin Feng into an impossible position.

No one present was foolish enough to miss the obvious, nor did they fail to realize exactly what Long Aotian was attempting to pull.

Lin Feng, however, remained utterly composed.

A calm, almost amused smile curved on his lips as he looked at Long Aotian as though he were watching a child throw a tantrum.

“That,” Lin Feng said leisurely, “would raise the difficulty of the technique by several levels. A beast’s body and a human body are fundamentally different… more fragile, more complex, and far less forgiving.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing,

“And I doubt anyone here is willing to volunteer to be reduced into a puddle of wet paint on the floor… only for me to attempt putting them back together.”

A cold chill ran through the listeners.

Several people subconsciously took a step back, their expressions turning pale at the mere thought.

“Medicine King Lin Feng is right. Who would dare take such a risk?”

“That’s practically gambling with your life!”

“Not even a fool would agree to something like that!”

“Exactly. One mistake and you wouldn’t even leave behind a corpse…”

Murmurs spread like wildfire, and the atmosphere that had once been filled with curiosity now carried a trace of fear.

The image Lin Feng painted was far too vivid and far too real.

Yet amidst the unease, admiration quickly followed.

“Even so… I’m already convinced.”

“Same here. What we just witnessed is already beyond anything a normal Medicine Master could accomplish.”

“To reverse death itself… that is no longer mere healing… it’s defying the natural order!”

“In my opinion, that is the absolute pinnacle of healing arts!”

The crowd’s voices gradually shifted in tone, from skepticism to reverence.

Many of them looked at Lin Feng with shining eyes, as if witnessing a legend in the making.

After all, people like them were not blind.

They understood power, and more importantly they understood who deserved their respect.

Long Aotian might come from a prestigious clan within Dao Origin City, a figure others would normally not dare to offend.

But here, in this moment, that status meant very little. He was, at best, a Medicine Master.

And Lin Feng? A Medicine King. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

To compare them was akin to comparing an ant to a soaring dragon.

“Besides,” someone in the crowd added in a low voice, “the title of Medicine King isn’t something that can be claimed casually.”

“That’s right. The elders of the Medicine Pavilion personally acknowledged him.”

“Those old seniors have seen countless geniuses in their lifetimes. Their standards are stricter than anyone else’s.”

“If they granted him that title… then it can only mean one thing.”

“He deserves it.”

A wave of agreement followed immediately.

Lin Feng’s origins might still be a mystery, his background unknown, but in a world like this, strength spoke louder than lineage.

And what he had just displayed was more than enough to silence all doubt.

At that moment, even those who had initially questioned him lowered their heads slightly, their expressions turning respectful.

Meanwhile, Long Aotian’s face darkened. He could feel it clearly… the shift in the crowd.

The admiration, the awe… none of it was directed at him. It was all for Lin Feng.

His fists clenched tightly within his sleeves, nails digging into his palms as a surge of unwillingness and humiliation rose within his chest.

Yet he could not refute it. Not a single word. Because deep down… even he knew…

What Lin Feng had displayed was something he could never achieve.

Hearing this, Long Aotian’s expression turned extremely ugly, his face twisting as if he had just swallowed something bitter.

“These fools!” he cursed inwardly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd that had begun showering Lin Feng with endless praise.

Each word of admiration felt like a slap to his face.

He could not afford to lose face here, especially not in front of so many people.

Clenching his fists tightly, Long Aotian’s eyes hardened with determination as he stepped forward.

“I volunteer!” he declared through gritted teeth, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

“If you’re truly as capable as you claim, then I’ll personally experience whether you’re worthy of that title or not.”

The moment those words fell, the entire area fell into a deathly silence.

No one had expected him to go this far.

A few people even sucked in cold breaths, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief.

“Young Master Long Aotian, this… this is not a wise decision,” an elder allied with the Long Clan quickly stepped forward, his tone filled with concern.

“This is no trivial matter. You’re gambling with your life!”

“Yes, Young Master, please reconsider!”

“There’s no need to take such a risk over something like this!”

Several elders echoed in succession, attempting to dissuade him.

Even some members of the crowd looked at him with worry… after all, regardless of his arrogance, he was still a prominent figure.

But Long Aotian remained unmoved.

In fact, the more they tried to stop him, the more resolute he became.

His pride would not allow him to back down.

If he retreated now, wouldn’t that mean admitting inferiority in front of everyone?

No! He would rather risk everything than live with that humiliation.

His gaze locked onto Lin Feng, filled with challenge and a trace of madness.

He was determined to force Lin Feng into a corner.

If Lin Feng refused, then his so-called confidence would be exposed as nothing more than empty boasting.

And if he accepted…

Then Long Aotian was betting that even Lin Feng could not guarantee success under such terrifying conditions.