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

Chapter 579: Chapter 579 Who Needs Dual Cultivation Anyway? (Crying Intensely)

At this time, Lin Feng laid on the bed nearly bare, wearing nothing but a thin white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It did little to hide the massive bulge straining beneath the fabric.

With a seductive smile, Daoist Falling Snow moved closer, her delicate fingers tugging at the towel. In one swift pull, it fell away, revealing his enormous treasure in all its glory.

Lin Feng’s thick, veined Yang spear stood proudly erect, pulsing with raw power and heat.

It was far larger than anything Tang Jingyan had ever imagined... long, heavy, and intimidatingly girthy, with a bulbous head that glistened under the soft light of the room.

”Ohhh...” Tang Jingyan couldn’t suppress the stunned moan that escaped her lips.

Her eyes widened in pure disbelief. This was the first Yang spear she had ever seen in her life, and its sheer size left her breathless.

How... how could something so massive even exist? she thought, her heart racing.

Wouldn’t a woman die if she tried to take that inside her body? There’s no way such a giant thing could fit into a woman’s tight pink flower... It would surely tear her apart.

Her gaze remained locked on it, unable to look away.

The powerful veins running along its length throbbed visibly, radiating a domineering masculine aura that made her lower body grow strangely warm and slick.

Daoist Falling Snow, far more experienced, showed no hesitation. She reached out with both hands and began to roam them lovingly over Lin Feng’s iron-hard rod.

Her soft palms stroked up and down its impressive length, but even using both hands together, she could barely encircle its massive girth. The heat radiating from it was intense, almost scorching her skin.

She continued the lewd massage with practiced skill... squeezing, twisting, and gliding her fingers from the thick base all the way to the swollen tip, occasionally brushing her thumb over the sensitive head.

Lin Feng let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure, his hips twitching instinctively.

Encouraged, Daoist Falling Snow increased her pace, her hands becoming slick with the precum that leaked generously from the tip.

The obscene sounds of her stroking filled the room... wet, rhythmic, and utterly shameless.

Tang Jingyan watched the entire scene in rapt fascination, her cheeks burning crimson. She pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the growing ache between them.

Every stroke, every twitch of that monstrous rod sent strange jolts through her own body.

After several intense minutes of this relentless hand service, Lin Feng’s breathing grew ragged. His powerful body tensed like a drawn bow.

”Get ready...” he growled.

A great shower of thick, white profound Yang essence suddenly exploded from the tip of his Yang spear. Powerful jets erupted one after another, shooting out with tremendous force.

The hot, sticky fluid splattered across Daoist Falling Snow’s breasts and face, and several heavy strands landed directly on Tang Jingyan as well.

It drenched her cheeks, lips, and even dripped down onto her entire body. Her robes was completely wet and sticky.

”Ahhhhh...” Tang Jingyan gasped, completely stunned by the sheer volume and power of his release. She had never seen anything like it.

The musky, masculine scent filled her nostrils as one thick droplet slid down to her lips. Acting purely on instinct, she darted her tongue out and licked it clean.

The moment the profound Yang essence touched her tongue, a strange, intoxicating warmth spread through her body.

It tasted rich, slightly salty, and carried a potent spiritual energy that made her shiver with unexpected pleasure.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her throat as she licked her lips again, savoring the unique flavor of her first taste of a man’s essence.

Daoist Falling Snow laughed softly, her own face and chest glistening with Lin Feng’s release. She looked at the dazed Tang Jingyan with a knowing, teasing smile.

”What?!” Tang Jingyan gasped, her eyes widening as she felt Lin Feng’s unyielding momentum.

His Yang Spear showed no signs of softening or retreating. It was only at this moment that she truly realized... the real battle had only just begun.

***

The two women continued their intimate massage for a long, long time. Daoist Falling Snow’s skilled hands never stopped moving, stroking, squeezing, and caressing Lin Feng’s still-hard Yang spear with devoted attention.

Tang Jingyan, still flushed and covered in his essence, eventually joined in hesitantly, her soft fingers tracing along the thick veins of his rod under the guidance of the more experienced Daoist.

Tang Jingyan’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. She had thought that Lin Feng would take them right there on the bed... both her and Daoist Falling Snow.

She imagined him pinning them down, thrusting that massive Yang spear deep inside their bodies, and doing all sorts of naughty, sinful things to them until they cried out in pleasure.

The vivid images flashing through her mind made her lower body throb with forbidden heat. Yet she was surprised once again.

Lin Feng simply lay back on the bed with a satisfied expression, eyes half-closed in bliss, clearly enjoying the devoted service from both women.

He made no move to claim them, content to let their soft hands worship his body. Tang Jingyan felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment wash over her at the same time.

Relief that she wasn’t going to lose her virginity so suddenly... and disappointment that he didn’t ravage her like she had secretly hoped.

I can’t believe I’m thinking and expecting such shameless things! she chastised herself inwardly, her face burning with embarrassment.

But no matter how much she scolded her own desires, a small, genuine smile eventually bloomed on her lips.

If I could become Lin Feng’s Dao companion... then everything would be worth it, she thought dreamily.

A powerful man like him deserved to have many beautiful women by his side. In the cultivation world, strength was everything, and Lin Feng was undoubtedly a dragon among men.

Tang Jingyan considered herself incredibly lucky just to be noticed by him, let alone allowed to serve him in such an intimate way.

She stole another glance at his towering Yang spear, still glistening from their combined efforts, and felt her resolve strengthen. She would do whatever it took to stay by his side.

***

Three hours later, Lin Feng, Daoist Falling Snow, and Tang Jingyan finally arrived at the grand banquet hall.

The moment they stepped inside, countless eyes turned toward them. The guests, elders, and disciples who had been waiting for their arrival immediately noticed something unusual.

Both Tang Jingyan and Daoist Falling Snow had faint blushes lingering on their beautiful faces.

Although they tried their best to appear calm, their slightly lowered gazes and embarrassed expressions made it difficult for others not to think too much. The hall instantly became filled with silent speculation.

”Don’t tell me...” one young man muttered in disbelief.

”Don’t finish that thought,” another man hurriedly interrupted. However, tears were already welling up in his eyes.

”Daoist Falling Snow would never do something like that...” Despite his words, his trembling voice carried very little conviction.

The two women had disappeared together with Lin Feng for three whole hours. Now they had returned looking flustered and strangely radiant. It was difficult not to imagine certain possibilities.

The young man felt as if a knife had been stabbed directly into his heart.

Daoist Falling Snow was the goddess of countless disciples. She was the unreachable moon in the sky, the woman who appeared in the dreams of innumerable young cultivators.

Yet now she stood beside another man. Not only that, but she seemed completely comfortable standing so close to him. The sight was enough to make many men’s hearts shatter into pieces.

”It’s time to move on, my friend,” another disciple said while patting him on the shoulder. ”It’s not but to set your goals high but... you were aiming far too high.” The disciple pointed discreetly toward Daoist Falling Snow.

”She is a phoenix soaring above the heavens. We are ordinary cultivators. There was never any possibility to begin with.” The first disciple nearly burst into tears.

”You didn’t have to say it so directly.”

”I’m simply telling the truth.”

Similar conversations could be heard throughout the hall. Many male disciples felt their hearts breaking as they watched the stunning Daoist Falling Snow standing beside Lin Feng.

Some were jealous. Some were bitter. Some were depressed. Others had already accepted reality and were merely mourning the death of their fantasies.

As for Tang Jingyan, her situation was not much better.

She was one of the most beautiful women in Divine Ink Empire and had countless admirers of her own.

Seeing her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush and her eyes occasionally drifting toward Lin Feng caused another wave of despair among the younger generation.

One disciple nearly crushed the wine cup in his hand.

”Senior Sister Tang has fallen too?”

”Brother, I think we’ve lost both battles.”

”Why does that man look so extraordinary?” another disciple complained. Immediately, several people looked toward Lin Feng. Then they looked at Daoist Falling Snow. Then at Tang Jingyan.

Finally, they looked back at Lin Feng. Their expressions became even more complicated.

No matter how they looked at it, they could not understand why such outstanding women seemed to be so close to him.

He’s just handsome, so what?

Only those who had witnessed Lin Feng’s astonishing achievements understood that his value far exceeded what appearances suggested. The elders merely smiled knowingly.

They were not blind. The reactions of the two women were obvious enough.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng himself remained completely calm as if he had not noticed the countless jealous gazes directed toward him. His expression was relaxed and indifferent.

It was this casual attitude that made the younger generation even more depressed. To them, it felt as though Lin Feng had effortlessly obtained what they could only dream of reaching.

The hall soon filled with laughter, greetings, and the sounds of conversation once more, but many disciples silently emptied cup after cup of wine. Tonight, countless hearts had been broken.