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

While one young master was drowning in endless regret… his heart filled with resentment as he silently cursed Lin Feng with every lash that descended upon his back… Lin Feng himself remained completely indifferent to the matter.

The grand gathering continued as though nothing had happened.

Music still drifted through the stadium, wine still flowed endlessly, and the crowd surrounding Lin Feng only continued to grow larger.

To many cultivators present, the earlier incident had instead become another reminder of Lin Feng’s terrifying status.

Even powerful clans had to lower their heads before him.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng continued receiving guests one after another.

Some came seeking guidance in cultivation.

Others sought treatment for hidden injuries, strange conditions, or decades-old problems that had haunted them for years.

A few even shamelessly fabricated ailments just to gain a chance to speak with him personally.

Still, Lin Feng entertained them all with surprising patience.

At least… to a certain extent.

He spent roughly an hour dealing with the most serious cases… those whose injuries truly threatened their cultivation or lives.

As for the others whose problems could naturally be solved with enough time, discipline, or simple self-restraint, Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered wasting too much effort.

His solutions were often absurdly simple.

“Time heals all wounds. Be patient.”

“You drink too much spiritual wine. Avoid alcohol for several months.”

“You overexert yourself nightly. Refrain from touching women for a year.”

“Your profound yang qi is depleted. Preserve your essence and your body will naturally recover.”

“Sleep earlier.”

“Stop forcing breakthroughs every three days.”

“Touch grass.”

The last statement left the old cultivator completely stunned.

“G-Grass?” the man repeated blankly.

Lin Feng nodded calmly while sipping wine.

“Yes. Go outside. Sit beneath trees. Calm your mind. Your heart demons stem from excessive isolation.”

“There is healing in nature so be with nature once again.”

The old cultivator froze.

Then his eyes widened in enlightenment.

“Incredible…”

His breathing became hurried.

“So simple… yet so profound!”

The old man suddenly stood up and bowed deeply.

“As expected of Medicine King Lin Feng! This old man has secluded himself for over eighty years in pursuit of cultivation and forgot the essence of nature itself! Master Lin Feng’s words have enlightened me!”

The surrounding cultivators were equally shocked.

“Touching grass can resolve heart demons?”

“As expected of a Medicine King…”

“The dao hidden in simplicity truly exists!”

Lin Feng nearly choked on his wine hearing their reactions, but he maintained his calm expression flawlessly.

Meanwhile, those who received his treatment didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Inside, many of them were emotionally collapsing.

A year without women?

How is this healing? This is torture!

I came here for medicine, not life advice!

One elderly cultivator looked especially devastated after being told to stop dual cultivation for three years.

His expression resembled someone who had just lost the will to live.

Yet despite all their inward complaints, not a single person dared voice dissatisfaction aloud.

Instead, they all nodded solemnly as though Lin Feng’s every word carried heavenly truth.

After all, the man before them was Medicine King Lin Feng.

If his methods appeared strange, it only meant ordinary people lacked the qualifications to understand them.

Soon, conversations spread throughout the banquet once more.

“A true Medicine King really is extraordinary…”

One cultivator sighed emotionally while watching Lin Feng casually diagnose people between sips of wine.

“They all possess unique temperaments and eccentricities. Experts at that level naturally act according to their own whims.”

Another nodded deeply.

“And who are we to question him? If we offend a Medicine King over something so trivial, we’d only be digging our own graves.”

The surrounding people silently agreed.

In their eyes, Lin Feng had already become an existence beyond common logic.

His methods didn’t need explanation.

The fact they worked was already enough.

At that moment, another elder stepped forward respectfully, cupping his fists with admiration shining in his eyes.

“Master Lin Feng, you truly are a man beyond worldly understanding. This old man has wandered the cultivation world for over two thousand years, yet today is the first time I’ve witnessed healing methods such as yours…”

“It’s nothing,” Lin Feng replied calmly as he swirled the wine in his cup. “This continent has existed for far longer than most people can imagine. Over countless eras, an immeasurable amount of knowledge has already been lost to time.”

His gaze swept across the crowd before he continued.

“And more importantly… there is even more knowledge that has been deliberately hidden away.”

The moment those words left his mouth, the expressions of many cultivators subtly changed.

No one was foolish enough to misunderstand his meaning.

The hidden clans.

The ancient clans.

The truly terrifying inheritances that rarely revealed themselves to the world.

Those ancient powers possessed foundations accumulated over tens of thousands perhaps even millions of years.

Compared to ordinary sects, their understanding of cultivation, medicine, formations, and the heavenly dao itself was naturally far beyond imagination.

Many suddenly felt enlightened.

“So that’s why…”

“No wonder the hidden clans remain untouchable…”

“It isn’t merely because they possess powerful experts…”

Some muttered quietly among themselves.

To ordinary cultivators, techniques and knowledge were treasures more valuable than spirit stones or divine weapons.

A single lost inheritance could create an entire sect.

Meanwhile, those ancient clans likely possessed mountains of forgotten arts hidden within their vaults.

At that moment, Lin Feng’s mysterious image in their minds only deepened further.

If he truly came from such a clan, then perhaps his seemingly miraculous medical skills were no longer so unbelievable after all.

A brief silence settled over the gathering.

Even the music in the background seemed softer now as many people contemplated Lin Feng’s words seriously.

Then Gu Wenxu, the respected elder who had taken the lead among the gathered cultivators earlier, slowly stepped forward once more.

His expression carried both curiosity and respect.

“Master Lin Feng,” he began carefully, “may this old man ask… do you intend to attend the Grand Academy Competition held at Heavenly Dao Academy near the end of the year?”