I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 113 Don’t Breathe Too Loudly, You’ll Offend the Ance

Another man spat on the floor.

"So what if he’s strong? Don’t you rember who we are? We’re the Iron Rat Gang! And our boss doesn’t want anyone eating here!"

Several of the n laughed, their voices low and ugly.

"He’s just a dumb Body Refining Realm cultivator! Aren’t we all in the sa realm? And besides, our boss is at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm. He won’t dare touch us on our turf!"

"That’s right. This place belongs to us."

"No one eats here without our permission."

"Especially not so random teacher."

The air inside the restaurant grew heavy, thick with pressure and hostility.

Even the steam rising from the kitchen seed to slow, as if the room itself was holding its breath.

Ling Lan peeked through the curtain, her face pale.

Her hands shook as she clutched the counter, fear tightening her chest.

She looked at Lin Feng.

He was still eating.

Calmly.

Unhurriedly.

As if thirty ard thugs surrounding him was nothing more than background noise.

That calm only made the n more irritated.

"Hey," one of them barked, slamming his palm onto Lin Feng’s table. "Did you not hear us talking?"

Lin Feng finally lifted his eyes.

And when he did, the temperature of the room seed to drop.

The faint smile on his face remained.

But his eyes were cold.

"I’m enjoying my food at the mont," Lin Feng said calmly, not even looking up from his plate.

He lifted another bite to his mouth with perfect composure.

"If you’re already tired of living, then kindly wait until I’m finished eating. After that... I’ll gladly help you understand the error of your ways."

His tone was light.

Polite, even.

But the words carried a chill that did not match his relaxed posture.

"Hahaha! Did you hear what this fool just said?!" one of the n roared with laughter, slapping his thigh.

"He wants us to wait? He thinks he’s so big shot!"

He turned to his companions, expecting loud agreent.

Instead, he was t with silence.

Uneasy silence.

Several of the n were no longer grinning. Their expressions had stiffened.

A few had even taken half a step backward without realizing it.

"What are you all afraid of?" the loud man demanded, irritation flashing across his face. "He’s just one guy!"

A burly thug near the back swallowed hard.

"You don’t understand. It’s said that Lin Feng... he’s a witch."

"A what?"

"A witch!" the man insisted in a hushed tone.

"They say he can make soone bald with a single touch. Just one touch! And he can seal your ridians without you even realizing it. Freeze you in place like a puppet!"

The laughter died completely.

"That’s how he defeated Li Tianhao last Saturday and crushed his balls. I hear they’re still looking for the lost pieces of his balls on that platform," another added grimly.

"Li Tianhao couldn’t even move. He just stood there like an idiot while Lin Feng toyed with him."

A ripple of unease spread through the room.

Several of the Iron Rat Gang mbers instinctively dragged their chairs farther away from Lin Feng’s table.

The scraping sound of wood against the floor echoed awkwardly in the tense silence.

One man discreetly pulled his sleeves down, as if protecting his skin from accidental contact.

Another wiped sweat from his brow.

They had co in confidently, thirty strong, expecting to intimidate a lone teacher.

Now, they weren’t so sure.

anwhile, Lin Feng calmly finished another dish.

He placed his chopsticks down, reached for a cup of tea, and took a slow sip.

Only then did he lift his eyes.

His gaze swept across the room lazily.

The faint smile on his lips remained but his eyes were cold.

"So," he said lightly, "are you waiting for to finish... or would you prefer to lose your hair first?"

No one laughed this ti.

Thud!

The heavy sound echoed through the restaurant as multiple chairs scraped backward across the wooden floor.

The noise was sharp, grating, and filled with unease.

The thirty-six mbers of the Iron Rat Gang looked at one another, their earlier arrogance now completely gone.

No one wanted to be the first to move.

No one wanted to be the one to draw Lin Feng’s attention and certainly not his anger.

Silence stretched.

Then...

"What do we do?" one man whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I don’t know," another replied nervously.

"Maybe... maybe we should just leave? Pretend we ca to the wrong place and call it a day?"

"Leave?" soone scoffed, but his voice lacked conviction.

Before anyone could settle the question, a tall, broad-shouldered thug slamd his fist against the table.

"You bunch of useless maggots!" he shouted.

"Do you want the boss to skin us alive?! Do you want to crawl back to him and admit we were scared away by a teacher?!"

The others imdiately bristled.

"We don’t want to get skinned!"

"And we’re not maggots!"

"If you’re so brave, then why don’t you be the one to kick Lin Feng out of here?"

"Yeah! Go on! Show us how fearless you are!"

The man froze, his bravado faltering under the sudden pressure.

"...That’s not what I ant."

"Oh? Then what did you an?" another sneered. "You want us to die for you instead?"

The argunt spiraled quickly.

Voices overlapped.

Accusations flew.

Fear clashed with pride.

What had started as a coordinated intimidation attempt had completely fallen apart.

Instead of facing Lin Feng, the gang mbers turned on one another, each trying to shove responsibility onto soone else.

anwhile, Lin Feng remained seated at his table.

He calmly placed his chopsticks down, lifted his teacup, and took another slow sip, his expression unchanged as though he were simply enjoying a peaceful al in a quiet restaurant.

To him, the Iron Rat Gang might as well have been background noise.

Outside, the growing commotion did not go unnoticed.

Bystanders slowed their steps.

Shopkeepers peeked out from behind their counters.

Pedestrians gathered near the entrance, whispering and pointing.

"Isn’t that Ling Lan’s restaurant?"

"Wait... isn’t that teacher Lin Feng sitting there?"