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

After the exchange of gifts, the atmosphere seamlessly shifted into a grand banquet.

Tables seemed to appear from nowhere, soon laden with exquisite dishes and fine wine that flowed without end.

Lin Feng didn’t need to lift a finger and everything had already been meticulously prepared by the guests themselves.

Did they plan all of this in advance? Lin Feng wondered inwardly, faintly amused. Just how much effort did they put into organizing something like this?

Despite his surprise, he maintained his composed demeanor.

Rejecting their goodwill now would only sour the occasion, and so he allowed things to unfold naturally.

Laughter and conversation soon filled the vast stadium, the earlier tension dissolving into a lively celebration.

Soft music began to drift through the air, elegant and soothing, adding a refined charm to the gathering.

Yet what truly caught Lin Feng off guard was not the music itself but those performing it.

They were no ordinary musicians.

Among them were Spirit Severing Realm experts… even sect masters.

Powerhouses who could shake regions with a single command were now calmly seated, playing instruments with practiced grace.

Some plucked zithers, others played flutes or stringed instruments, each trying to display their talents before Lin Feng.

Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a flicker of genuine surprise.

So even cultivators at this level… care about such things.

It was clear they were attempting to curry favor in their own way, using refinement instead of force.

Meanwhile, his women had already become the center of attention.

Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing, in particular, stood out above the rest.

Their cultivation, status, and breathtaking beauty made them impossible to ignore.

Wherever they went, gazes followed, conversations hushed, and admiration spread like ripples in water.

Lin Feng wasn’t the least bit surprised.

Both women were already well-known figures, and in a gathering like this, their presence only elevated their allure.

Still, a thought crossed his mind.

If Xiao Qingxue were here…

His lips curved slightly.

Then the scene would be even more dazzling.

After all, she was no obscure figure in Dao Origin City either and in terms of presence alone, she might very well eclipse everyone present.

Everyone enjoyed themselves, and as the hours passed, the atmosphere grew even more relaxed.

However, beneath the surface of laughter and music, a few of the older foxes in the crowd began to reveal their true intentions.

One by one, they started pushing forward their own agendas.

At last, an elderly man stepped out from the crowd. Without hesitation, he bowed deeply toward Lin Feng.

“Master Lin Feng, this old man has a shameless request. Lately, whenever I cultivate, I find it impossible to concentrate. My mind wanders endlessly, and even the slightest distraction disrupts me. I have sought out countless doctors and divine physicians, yet none have found anything wrong with my body. I beg Master Lin Feng to guide me!”

His voice was sincere, tinged with both frustration and hope.

As a Spirit Severing Realm powerhouse, lowering himself like this in public was no small matter.

The lively atmosphere gradually quieted.

All eyes turned toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng glanced at the old man, his gaze calm yet penetrating.

With just a moment of observation, he had already seen through much.

The man’s aura was steady, his foundation solid, and there were faint traces of merit surrounding him… proof that he had done many righteous deeds throughout his life.

A good man, Lin Feng thought.

Naturally, he had no reason to ignore such a person.

“You may rise,” Lin Feng said lightly.

The old man straightened, his expression respectful and slightly nervous.

Lin Feng did not rush. Instead, he lifted his hand casually and beckoned.

A small jade cup of wine from the banquet table floated gently into his palm.

With a flick of his finger, a nearly imperceptible strand of spiritual energy seeped into the liquid.

“Drink this.”

That was all he said. No grand explanation. No complicated process.

The old man hesitated for only a brief moment before accepting the cup with both hands.

Since it came from Lin Feng, he held complete trust. Without another word, he drank it in one go.

Silence fell. Everyone watched intently, unsure of what to expect. The old man’s body trembled slightly.

His previously restless aura began to stabilize at a visible pace.

The chaotic fluctuations within his mind seemed to settle, like a stormy sea suddenly calmed.

His breathing slowed, his expression softened, and a look of clarity gradually appeared in his eyes.

“This… this feeling…”

He froze, then quickly sat down cross-legged on the spot, entering a meditative state without hesitation.

Moments later, a faint but steady aura of breakthrough began to gather around him.

The crowd erupted in shock.

“That’s it?!”

“He only gave him a cup of wine!”

“What kind of method is this?!”

Even those so-called divine physicians in the audience were left speechless.

They had examined the old man countless times, yet found nothing.

And now, Lin Feng had resolved the issue with a single, effortless gesture.

Lin Feng simply smiled faintly, as if such a thing was trivial.

To him, it truly was. After that many also came to get solutions to their medical problems.

“I can’t believe what I’ve seen today! Medicine King Lin Feng… his methods are simply unfathomable!”

A cultivator standing at the edge of the crowd couldn’t hold back his astonishment as he spoke out.

“He makes people drink a mixture of different wines, sometimes tells them to jump three times, and even has them roll on the ground and somehow, that’s enough to cure them! What kind of method is this?!”

His voice carried both disbelief and awe.

From the sidelines, many others nodded in agreement.

They had witnessed it all with their own eyes… patients stepping forward one after another, each with strange or unsolvable issues, only to be treated by Lin Feng in the most mundane, almost absurd ways imaginable.

Yet the results… were undeniable.

No grand pills. No complicated formations. No earth-shaking techniques.

Just simple, almost laughable actions and complete recovery thereafter.

“The methods of a Medicine King… are truly shrouded in mystery,” someone muttered, their tone filled with reverence.

At that moment, Lin Feng’s figure, seated calmly amidst the crowd, seemed even more inscrutable like a being who had transcended conventional understanding altogether.