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

Lin Feng looked at his fingertip. Paused for a moment.

“…Hmm.” He frowned slightly.

“That was much weaker than I expected.”

The entire battlefield froze. Mortals stared blankly. Cultivators trembled in disbelief. Yuan Bao’s hand stopped halfway to his mouth, tea frozen mid-air.

Even Ming Hua’s expression stiffened slightly for the first time. High above the skies… Daoist Soul Reaper stood motionless. His body trembled faintly. Impossible.

That was impossible. His strongest technique. A culmination of endless slaughter.

A move that should have erased everything in existence beneath Divine Tribulation Realm… Had been swallowed into Lin Feng’s finger. Not resisted. Not broken.

Not redirected. Just swallowed. His old eyes widened as he stared down at Lin Feng, his voice hoarse and unsteady.

“You… what are you…” Lin Feng finally looked up again.

“Oh?” He shrugged lightly.

“I just absorbed it.” A brief pause. Then, he asked curious.

“Was that really your strongest move?”

The silence that followed was heavier than death itself.

“Whoosh!” Daoist Soul Reaper did not wait to speak another word.

The moment his strongest technique was swallowed so casually by Lin Feng, something deep in his instincts snapped into clarity. Not hesitation. Not doubt. Clarity.

This opponent was beyond his understanding. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and fled.

His figure shot through the collapsing layers of space like a dying star tearing itself apart.

Black death qi wrapped around him as he forcibly opened void rifts, stepping through fractured dimensions one after another in rapid succession.

Each step carried him millions of miles. Each breath pushed him further away from Clear Moon City. There was no dignity in his escape. No pride. No lingering arrogance.

Only survival.

Daoist Soul Reaper was an ancient existence precisely because he understood one truth better than most…

The strong live. The dead do not get a second chance.

Countless geniuses throughout history had fallen because they refused to run when they should have. He was not one of them. If he could not win… He would leave.

And plan again. That was how he had survived until now.

Above Clear Moon City, the remnants of his death qi slowly scattered like fading ashes as his presence rapidly disappeared into the distant void.

For a moment, everything became strangely quiet. Even the wind seemed unsure whether it was allowed to move again.

“…This…” Ming Hua’s voice was barely audible.

Her eyes were fixed on the empty sky where Daoist Soul Reaper had been only moments ago. She had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

She had witnessed countless wars, betrayals, massacres, and the fall of ancient beings. But she had never seen something like this. A Divine Tribulation Realm monster…

Running away. Not retreating strategically. Not withdrawing after negotiation. But fleeing for his life like a hunted beast. Her gaze slowly shifted toward Lin Feng.

And something in her expression subtly changed. Unease. Confusion. And a faint sense that reality itself had stopped behaving normally.

“…Is it over?” she whispered unconsciously.

Lin Feng, however, looked entirely unconcerned. As though he had just watched someone leave a restaurant without finishing their meal.

He stretched lightly, rotating his shoulders once.

“A fast flyer, I see.” He glanced toward the empty sky where Daoist Soul Reaper had vanished.

“Little chicken.”

The tiny chicken on his shoulder blinked slowly, then tilted its head as if finally paying attention. Lin Feng pointed casually.

“Go fetch him for me.” A brief pause. Then, as if thinking of something important, he added…

“Be gentle. Don’t kill him in accident. We’re still in a civilized place.” Another pause. He nodded once.

“We’re the good guys. We should behave properly.” The surrounding cultivators immediately felt their vision darken.

Civilized?

Good guys?

The city had nearly been erased moments ago by a single aura.

Yet no one dared to speak. Because Lin Feng’s tone made it sound like he was genuinely concerned about etiquette.The little chicken blinked again.

“Bawk.” It replied lazily. Almost annoyed. Then its small body trembled slightly. And vanished. No energy ripple. No spatial tearing. No warning of any kind.

One moment it was there.

The next… Nothing.

Even Ming Hua, despite her cultivation, only caught the faintest distortion in the air, like reality had been gently pressed and released.

Her pupils contracted.

“…I didn’t see it leave.” That realization alone made her chest tighten.

Far beyond Clear Moon City, Daoist Soul Reaper was still fleeing through broken layers of space.

His face was grim, his robes torn by void turbulence.

“I must get out of this region…”

“I need to return to my old refuge…”

“Once I recover, I will m…” His thoughts suddenly stopped. A strange sensation crawled up his spine. Not killing intent. Not pressure. Something worse.

Being watched.

He abruptly turned his head. Behind him, the void rippled slightly.

“…What?” There was nothing there. Only darkness. Only silence. But Daoist Soul Reaper’s instincts screamed at him louder than ever before.

He immediately changed direction, tearing open another void passage.

“Still chasing me?!” He gritted his teeth.

“I already retreated! What more do you want?!” His speed exploded again. Space fractured behind him like glass.

But…

“Bawk.”A sound echoed. Right beside his ear. Daoist Soul Reaper froze mid-flight. Slowly, his head turned. Very slowly.

A tiny chicken was standing on a broken fragment of void space next to him, tilting its head as if inspecting something mildly interesting.

It blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then… It lifted one claw. Daoist Soul Reaper’s pupils shrank violently.

“No!” Before he could finish the shout… the world folded.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Daoist Soul Reaper’s scream ripped through the void like it was being torn apart at the seams.

His body was engulfed in something far beyond ordinary flames… an existence-level incineration that did not simply burn flesh or spiritual energy, but directly scorched his soul, his karma, and even the faint traces of his past existence.

Every particle of his being felt like it was being rewritten into pain. If Lin Feng had not deliberately restrained it… He would not even have remained conscious for this long.