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

Long Aotian was convinced that Lin Feng would lose his nerve at the final moment, surely abandoning such a preposterous method of healing.

Either way, he believed he would win.

Time seemed to stretch as the tension thickened in the air.

Only after a full minute of heavy silence did Lin Feng finally speak.

“To attempt this healing art on a human…” Lin Feng began calmly, his tone neither hurried nor pressured, “I must admit that the difficulty increases by at least threefold.”

His words immediately drew everyone’s attention.

“In my vast experience,” he continued, lightly shaking his head, “I only have a ninety-nine percent success rate when performing such a procedure.”

The crowd froze. Ninety-nine percent… only?

Some people couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.

“To reconstruct flesh, bones, and blood is already an extremely delicate process,” Lin Feng said slowly, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

“But more importantly… the human soul is far more fragile than one might imagine.”

“A single misstep…”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the crowd like a looming shadow.

“And there will be nothing left to save.”

“Hah… pathetic.” Long Aotian sneered, his lips curling upward in naked contempt as he stared at Lin Feng.

“All I hear are excuses. You don’t have the guts nor the ability to actually cure anyone. Who knows what kind of tricks or leverage you used to fool the honored Medicine Kings of the Medicine Pavilion? To wear that title through such vile means…” His eyes narrowed, filled with ridicule. “You should be ashamed.”

A wave of unease rippled through the crowd.

Some frowned deeply at his words, clearly displeased, while others shifted uncomfortably, caught between fear of Long Aotian’s status and the overwhelming authority Lin Feng now carried.

Yet no one dared to intervene. The tension grew suffocating.

And at the center of it all, Lin Feng remained utterly calm.

He neither grew angry nor showed the slightest hint of being provoked.

Instead, he simply looked at Long Aotian as one would look at a noisy insect… insignificant, unworthy of attention.

“Very well,” Lin Feng said at last, his tone light, almost indifferent. “Since this is your wish, then let it be so.”

His gaze swept across the crowd, slow and deliberate.

“Everyone present can bear witness. He volunteered of his own will. No one forced him.”

A brief pause followed.

“If anything goes wrong…” Lin Feng continued, his voice dropping slightly, carrying a chilling weight, “the consequences shall be his alone to bear.”

Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence.

Even the faintest sounds seemed to vanish, as if the world itself held its breath.

One breath passed.

Two breaths.

Three.

Each second stretched endlessly, pressing down on the hearts of those present.

Some began to feel a strange sense of dread creeping into their minds, an unexplainable unease gnawing at their instincts.

But Long Aotian only grew more confident.

“Do your best!” he shouted, his grin widening, filled with mockery and arrogance. “Let us all witness what a true Medicine King is capable of!”

In his heart, he had already concluded the outcome. There was no way Lin Feng would dare.

What had been done to that small beast before… reducing it to nothing and restoring it was already shocking enough.

But to attempt that on a human? Impossible. Lin Feng would hesitate. He would back down.

And in doing so, expose himself as nothing more than a fraud.

Long Aotian’s eyes gleamed with triumph at the thought.

But then…

“Scatter.”

The word was soft. Barely above a whisper.

Yet in that instant, it echoed like thunder in everyone’s ears. Long Aotian’s smile froze.

A terrifying sense of danger exploded within his chest, his instincts screaming wildly as if death itself had descended upon him.

His pupils shrank to pinpoints.

“No! Wait! I b…”

He never finished.

Puchi!

His entire body exploded. Not cracked. Not torn. Exploded.

In a single instant, flesh, bones, organs, and blood burst outward in a violent eruption, painting the surroundings in a grotesque storm of crimson.

The force was overwhelming and far more violent than what had happened to the small puppy before.

Scarlet splashed across the stone floor, the walls, even the robes of those standing too close.

A thick, wet sound lingered in the air, followed by the sickening patter of falling droplets.

For a moment…

Time seemed to stop.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

The hall, once filled with noise and life, had become a silent tomb.

Eyes widened. Faces drained of all color.

Some trembled uncontrollably, their legs nearly giving out beneath them.

Others stared blankly at the horrifying scene, their minds refusing to process what they had just witnessed.

The metallic scent of blood quickly spread, thick and suffocating, filling every corner of the space.

The once proud and arrogant Long Aotian was gone.

Reduced to nothing more than a spreading pool of crimson and scattered fragments that no longer resembled a human being.

At the center of it all, Lin Feng stood calmly, his robes spotless, untouched by even a single drop of blood.

As if what had just occurred was nothing more than the most ordinary thing in the world.

The silence dragged on. No one dared to speak.

Because at that moment, a terrifying realization dawned upon everyone present…

Lin Feng had not been boasting.

And Long Aotian… Had truly gambled his life perhaps and lost it already.

“Did… did Medicine King Lin Feng just commit murder?” someone from the Medicine Pavilion whispered, their voice trembling as they stared at Lin Feng in undisguised fear.

The words spread like a chill through the crowd.

One after another, people swallowed hard, their throats dry, their eyes fixed on Lin Feng as if afraid to blink.

No one dared to speak further. No one dared to move. They were all waiting.

Waiting to see what he would do next.

The hall remained deathly still, the only sound being the faint drip… drip… of blood pooling across the floor.