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

Chapter 428 I Set a Trap for a Rabbit and Caught a Fat Bored Immortal · 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

Meanwhile, far from the tense atmosphere of the pavilion, a figure suddenly dropped onto a cold, metal slab deep within the morgue of Clear Moon City.

“Ahhhh!”

The man screamed as he fell, his mind still trapped in the final moment of his supposed death.

The last thing he remembered was his body exploding into a cloud of blood mist, his consciousness fading into darkness.

He had been certain… absolutely certain… that he was finished.

And yet… he was still here.

His body slammed onto the corpse bed with a dull thud, the icy chill seeping through his bones and snapping him back to reality.

He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as panic and confusion warred within him.

“I… I’m alive?”

His voice trembled as he slowly pushed himself up, his eyes darting wildly around his surroundings.

Rows of still bodies lay neatly arranged nearby, the faint stench of death lingering in the air.

Dim light flickered against the walls, casting long, eerie shadows that only deepened the unsettling atmosphere.

“Where is this…?” he muttered hoarsely, his throat dry. “Where did that trickster Lin Feng send me?!”

This man was none other than Long Aotian. He thought he had died.

Yet instead of true death, he had been cast into this strange place, alive but shaken to his core.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Feng had no intention of personally taking his life.

Up until now, Lin Feng had never killed anyone, and he intended to keep it that way.

So instead of staining his own hands, he chose a different path… one far more… creative.

In Lin Feng’s eyes, Long Aotian’s fate was better left in the hands of someone else.

Someone like Big Fatty Zhang San.

At that thought alone, if Long Aotian had known the truth, he might have preferred the clean end he believed he had already met.

Long Aotian slowly rose to his feet, only to be swallowed by darkness.

The silence was thick, almost suffocating. Frowning, he raised a hand.

A faint glow gathered in his palm, condensing into a small orb of light that illuminated the space around him.

As the light spread, the scene revealed itself… a cold chamber, lined with rows upon rows of stone beds.

Each one held a motionless figure, their forms concealed beneath pale white cloth.

A morgue.

Long Aotian’s eyes flickered with interest rather than fear.

He stepped forward, lifting the edge of one of the cloths with casual indifference.

Beneath it lay a lifeless corpse, its face pale and rigid.

He merely smirked.

Fear? Disgust? None of those emotions existed within him.

On the contrary… this was familiar.

Pain, despair, suffering… those were the things he relished.

Whether mortal or cultivator, as long as they were weaker than him, he had always taken pleasure in breaking them.

Slowly. Creatively. Patiently. He enjoyed the way their voices trembled as they begged.

He enjoyed the way their bodies shook as hope left their eyes.

And most of all… he enjoyed denying them a quick death.

Only when their minds had completely shattered… when they were no longer even aware of their own existence… would he grant them release.

Not out of mercy, but because there was nothing left to play with.

To Long Aotian, that was the perfect end.

Letting the cloth fall back into place, he lost interest and turned away.

“This place… how dull.”

With steady steps, he moved through the chamber, the soft echo of his footsteps breaking the silence.

It didn’t take long before he found a large iron door at the far end.

Without hesitation, he clenched his fist.

Bang!

His punch slammed into the door with enough force to shatter stone. Nothing happened.

The door didn’t so much as tremble.

“What?” Long Aotian muttered, his brows knitting together.

He drew back his fist and struck again.

Bang!

Then again…

Boom!

Pow!

Pew!

He unleashed strike after strike, even circulating his spiritual energy and layering his blows with techniques that could easily crush ordinary defenses.

But the result remained the same.

The door stood there, completely unscathed. Not even a scratch marred its surface.

The echoes of his attacks slowly faded, leaving behind an unsettling stillness.

Long Aotian finally stopped, staring at the door in disbelief.

“…Just what kind of material is this made of?” he muttered under his breath, a trace of confusion creeping into his voice for the first time.

“I can’t believe I can’t even pry this door open!”

Frustration finally seeped into Long Aotian’s voice.

“Open for me!”

With a sharp motion, he summoned his sword.

The blade gleamed coldly under the dim light as he poured his strength into it and struck with full force.

Clang!

Sparks flew with every impact, the force of his attacks enough to split mountains and shatter steel.

Yet the door before him remained completely unmoved, as if it were forged from an indestructible material beyond his comprehension.

Time passed.

Minutes turned into hours.

His breathing grew heavier, his strikes less controlled, but still nothing.

Not a single mark.

“This… this is impossible…” he muttered, disbelief creeping into his tone.

Just as his patience was nearing its limit…

Creak…

The door slowly opened from the outside. Long Aotian froze.

A massive figure stepped into the chamber.

“Ohhh? Another toy delivered to me by that old fogey Lin Feng?”

The man who entered was extraordinarily fat, his round body casting a large shadow under the dim light.

His small eyes gleamed with interest as they landed on Long Aotian, his lips curling into a strange, knowing smile.

This was Zhang San.

With just a single glance, he seemed to see right through Long Aotian… his temperament, his habits, even the cruelty buried deep within his nature.

“Well now… what an interesting one,” Zhang San chuckled, his tone filled with amusement.

“I can already tell you’re the type who enjoys watching others struggle.”

Long Aotian narrowed his eyes, instinctively taking a step back.

For the first time, a faint sense of unease crept into his heart.

Something about this man… wasn’t right.

Zhang San stepped forward slowly, the floor creaking under his weight.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his grin remaining cold and hollow. “I, too, enjoy having my toes licked clean. Perhaps you’ll have the honor of experiencing it firsthand later. Hehehe…”

Moments later…

The quiet morgue was shattered by sharp, desperate screams.

But this time…

The one crying out was no longer the hunter. Long Aotian welcomed his new life as prey.

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