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

Chapter 434 A Divine Spirit Vessel with Zero Cupholders (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!) · 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

Li Zhiyan and her mother, Li Yuhua, spoke for a long time.

What began as a simple question turned into a deep and complicated conversation.

At times, their voices rose slightly… at others, they fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

By the time they finally stepped out of the room, the tension between them had not completely vanished but it had changed, becoming something quieter, heavier, yet more understanding.

While all of this unfolded, Lin Feng carried on as if nothing had happened.

Out in the open fields of the academy, he had already set up a makeshift classroom.

There were no walls, no grand halls… just a vast stretch of land beneath a bright, cloud-dotted sky.

The sun shone warmly overhead, illuminating the enormous gathering before him.

And enormous was no exaggeration.

What had once been a modest group had now grown into a crowd of more than eleven thousand.

People continued to arrive each day… disciples, elders, and even clan representatives sending their members to attend Lin Feng’s teachings and be his student.

These were not children or inexperienced youths. Many were full-grown cultivators, seasoned warriors, and even aging experts who had long been stuck at bottlenecks in their cultivation.

They came for one reason. Answers.

Lin Feng stood at the front, his posture relaxed, his presence calm yet commanding.

One after another, questions were raised and problems that had plagued cultivators for years, sometimes even decades.

And one after another, he answered them.

His explanations were clear, precise, and often shockingly insightful.

Complex cultivation theories were broken down into simple concepts, hidden flaws were pointed out effortlessly, and paths forward were laid bare before those who had once been lost.

To many, it felt almost miraculous.

Problems that no master had been able to solve… were resolved with just a few words from him.

Yet… Not everyone received an answer. From time to time, Lin Feng would simply shake his head.

“That question is far beyond my understanding,” he would say calmly. “Perhaps only the high heavens know of such matters.”

His tone carried no arrogance, no mockery… only quiet humility.

And because of that, most people accepted it without question.

After all, even someone as extraordinary as Lin Feng couldn’t possibly know everything… right?

But there were also those who felt confused.

Why did he answer some of the most complex questions with ease, yet refuse or claim ignorance toward others that didn’t seem nearly as difficult?

It didn’t make sense. Only Lin Feng himself knew the truth. It was not that he lacked the answers.

It was that he chose not to give them.

As he stood there, listening to yet another question, his gaze briefly swept across the crowd… sharp, perceptive, seeing far more than what appeared on the surface.

“Some paths…” he thought quietly, “…should not be allowed to advance.”

The ones he refused were not random.

They were individuals whose auras carried something darker… malice, cruelty, or the faint traces of bloodshed that went beyond mere survival.

Helping such people break through their limits would only bring greater harm into the world.

And that… was something Lin Feng had no intention of doing.

He saw himself as a beacon of hope and a bastion for all that was just.

The dark side of the force held no sway over him and he was convinced his light was too bright to ever be eclipsed by shadow.

So instead, he smiled faintly and gave the same answer once more…

An answer that sounded humble… But hid a deliberate choice.

“Class dismissed.”

Lin Feng’s voice carried calmly across the vast field, yet to him, those two simple words felt unusually satisfying today.

It was Tuesday.

And in his mind, that meant only one thing.

Su Muyao.

He stood at the front of the makeshift classroom, his expression composed and serious as always, hands clasped behind his back like a proper teacher.

To the outside world, he appeared dignified, unhurried, and completely immersed in his role.

But inside…

“Hurry up and leave already…” he thought, his gaze sweeping across the massive crowd of students. “All of you.”

For once, the ever-patient Lin Feng found himself… impatient.

He had already planned everything.

Once the students dispersed, he would head straight to Su Muyao’s residence.

A quiet evening, good company, perhaps even a chance to relax after days of constant teaching and cook rice with Su Muyao.

Yet, as always… Plans rarely went exactly as intended.

“Look! Something’s coming from the sky!”

A startled voice broke the rhythm of the dispersing crowd.

“I see three huge flying boats!”

“Are you blind? Look closer! there’s more than that!”

The murmurs quickly spread, growing louder as more people lifted their heads to look above.

Lin Feng frowned slightly and followed their gaze.

The sky, once clear and bright, was now dotted with shadows.

Dozens…

Hundreds of flying boats were approaching from the distance, their silhouettes growing larger with each passing second.

They moved in formation, vast and imposing, their presence alone enough to stir the air and cast long shadows over Clear Moon City.

The sheer scale of it was impossible to ignore.

Even Lin Feng’s earlier thoughts were momentarily pushed aside.

“…That’s excessive,” he muttered under his breath.

As if by silent agreement, the fleet slowed before reaching the city, descending just outside its borders.

One after another, the massive vessels landed, their arrival shaking the ground faintly beneath everyone’s feet.

But they did not remain there for long.

Soon, figures began rising into the air… cultivators from each flying boat, all heading in the same direction.

Toward the Spirit Spring Academy.

Toward him.

Within moments, the first of them arrived.

An elderly man stepped forward from the crowd, his aura vast and steady, his presence commanding yet restrained.

Without hesitation, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply toward Lin Feng.

“We greet and honor Medicine King Lin Feng!”

His voice was loud… so loud that it echoed across the entire academy grounds.

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