I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 100 Just One Peek Won’t Shatter My Dao Heart, Right?

"Is she okay?" Ning Xi asked in a hushed tone, mimicking Lin Feng’s whisper.

"She is," Lin Feng replied calmly. "She’s just tired and decided to rest here in the living room."

Ning Xi glanced between the two of them, clearly unconvinced, yet choosing for once not to press further.

The courtyard returned to silence, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the faint clink of porcelain as Lin Feng lifted his teacup once more.

Ning Xi noticed the faint glow surrounding Ye Jian’s body and imdiately assud she was cultivating.

The steady breathing, the calm expression, the subtle spiritual fluctuations... it all pointed to a deep ditative state.

Convinced, Ning Xi nodded to herself, satisfied with her conclusion.

Then she noticed sothing else.

"What’s that sll?" Ning Xi muttered, her nose twitching as a rich, unfamiliar fragrance drifted toward her.

Her eyes quickly shifted to the table and landed on the steaming tea.

"Tea?" she said, her eyes lighting up. "Can I have a cup too? I rushed straight here from my classroom. I’m absolutely parched."

Without waiting for permission, she reached out and poured herself a cup.

It was the last one before the teapot ran dry.

"Wait, Teacher Ning Xi, you sh..." Lin Feng started to warn her.

Too late.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Xi raised the cup to her lips and took a sip.

And just like what had happened to Ye Jian earlier, the world around her froze.

Sound vanished. Thought stalled. Ti itself seed to pause.

Her eyes widened slightly, her body stiffened, and then without a single word she slipped into the sa profound stillness, her consciousness plunging into a deep, silent enlightennt.

This left Lin Feng alone once again.

"Why do I always end up surrounded by beautiful, stubborn won?" he muttered under his breath, but there was no one left to hear his complaints.

With a quiet sigh, he leaned back and returned to admiring the peaceful scenery around him.

The courtyard was bathed in warm sunlight, the breeze carried the faint scent of flowers, and the distant chirping of birds added a gentle rhythm to the silence.

It should have been calming and it was but his eyes occasionally betrayed him, drifting toward Ye Jian and Ning Xi, both seated in stillness, their figures graceful and undeniably alluring even in rest.

Each ti, Lin Feng could only shake his head in wry disbelief.

"If I were a weaker man..." he muttered to himself, letting the thought trail off.

He knew very well how easily others might have lost control in such a situation, but he forced his gaze away, reminding himself of the path he had chosen.

"I guess the saying is true," Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

"Temptation really does co in waves whenever a man tries to walk the righteous path."

With that, he closed his eyes briefly, steadied his mind, and returned once more to the quiet beauty of the world around him choosing discipline over desire, solitude over indulgence.

Several hours passed, and the sky outside gradually darkened, the last traces of sunlight fading beyond the horizon.

By the ti night fully descended, the courtyard was bathed in soft moonlight, silver rays filtering through the leaves and casting gentle shadows across the stone floor.

And with the coming of night, soone else arrived.

At the far end of the courtyard, the spatial portal shimred to life, its surface rippling like liquid glass.

A mont later, a tall, graceful figure stepped through... Ery.

She paused briefly after crossing over, allowing her senses to adjust to the new surroundings.

Her eyes imdiately swept across the courtyard, taking in the tranquil scene before her.

At the center, Lin Feng sat calmly at the table, his posture relaxed, as if ti itself had slowed around him.

Beside him were two won... Ye Jian and Ning Xi... both seated upright, eyes closed, their breathing slow and steady.

A faint glow surrounded their bodies, subtle yet unmistakable, like candlelight hidden behind silk.

The air around them carried a strange, profound stillness, the kind that only appeared when soone had entered a deep state of cultivation or enlightennt.

Ery’s eyes widened slightly in recognition.

They’re... comprehending the Dao, she realized at once.

Understanding the gravity of the mont, Ery imdiately softened her footsteps and chose not to make a sound.

Even her breathing beca lighter, her movents careful and restrained, as if she were afraid that even the slightest disturbance might shatter the fragile state the two won were in.

"Welco back, Ery. I hope you brought enough food for three people," Lin Feng said softly, his voice low and gentle, yet perfectly clear in the quiet courtyard.

Ery turned toward him, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"I’m sure I have, Master Lin Feng. And if not, I can always prepare more," she replied in the sa hushed tone, instinctively matching his volu.

In truth, she had spent hours in her world preparing tonight’s al.

Every dish had been crafted with care, each ingredient selected with precision.

She had thought about his tastes, his habits, even the way he preferred his food plated.

More than anything, she wanted to impress him not out of obligation, but gratitude.

After all, the favor he had granted her and her people was sothing she could never truly repay.

Cooking for him was one of the few ways she could express that gratitude, and she poured her heart into it.

"No need. They’re not my official guests to begin with," Lin Feng replied casually, glancing briefly toward Ye Jian and Ning Xi before turning his attention back to Ery.

He studied her for a mont, then added, "I made so tea, Ery. Would you care to have a cup?"

Before she could even respond, Lin Feng was already moving.

He reached into his soul space and retrieved the sa exquisite teapot and immortal tea leaves.

His movents were unhurried, fluid, and precise like a master performing a sacred ritual.