I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 179 I Mistook the Aphrodisiac for a Qi-Condensing Pi

Su Muyao was dressed elegantly, her posture graceful as always, yet there was a faint blush coloring her cheeks the mont their eyes t.

It was subtle, but unmistakable.

They shared a al together, the atmosphere warm and intimate.

Servants moved quietly in the background, replacing dishes and pouring tea before retreating discreetly.

Lin Feng also casually placed the exquisite dishes onto the table, his movents smooth and unhurried.

It was a simple action, yet it caused several servants nearby to gasp softly in surprise.

The mont the lids were lifted, a rich fragrance filled the hall.

Spiritual essence drifted faintly in the air, almost visible like a thin mist.

Even standing at a distance, the servants could feel the nourishing energy brushing against their skin.

They exchanged stunned glances.

Though their status in the clan was low, they were far from ignorant.

They recognized quality when they saw it.

The ingredients used in those dishes were rare and expensive, each one infused with rich spiritual essence.

Even a single plate would cost more than what so of them earned in years.

To see him purchase so many without hesitation was astonishing.

"Young Master Lin Feng is truly generous... and wealthy," one maid whispered quietly, her eyes filled with admiration.

"I heard those dishes were specially prepared with high-grade spiritual herbs," another servant murmured. "Even the aroma alone can nourish the body."

A third servant lowered her voice further, unable to hide the faint longing in her tone. "I wish he would look my way at least once."

The first maid blushed lightly but did not disagree.

"I wouldn’t even mind if I were just a small bed warr in his household," she admitted softly. "Serving soone like him would not be a bad life at all."

Their whispers were hushed, careful not to carry too far, but admiration and envy clearly lingered in their gazes as they watched Lin Feng.

To them, he was powerful, wealthy, composed, and impossibly mysterious.

The kind of man who seed far beyond their reach.

When the al ended, Lin Feng naturally expected what had beco sowhat of a pattern.

In the past two days, once they were alone and conversation settled into softer tones, Su Muyao would summon him to her private quarters.

Yet this ti, the invitation never ca.

Instead, she continued speaking cheerfully, recounting everything that had happened the previous night when the clan elders arrived and the many boons they offered her.

She smiled often, though there was a certain restraint beneath it.

"What’s happening?" Lin Feng mused inwardly.

He was not displeased. Spending ti with her like this was enjoyable in its own way.

But he could not deny that he had anticipated sothing more intimate.

Especially after everything that had happened earlier that day.

Another hour passed.

Su Muyao shifted slightly in her seat, almost imperceptibly, as if adjusting for comfort.

Her smile remained steady, but there was a faint tightness in her expression whenever she moved.

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed subtly.

Unable to ignore his curiosity any longer, he quietly extended his divine sense, probing gently and carefully to uncover the root of the matter.

A single breath later, realization dawned upon him.

Ah.

Su Muyao was still sore.

Her body had not fully recovered from their previous encounter.

There was lingering tenderness, a faint swelling that had yet to subside.

Even now, sitting for extended periods clearly caused her discomfort, though she tried her best not to show it.

Lin Feng withdrew his divine sense imdiately.

"Ahhhh... this is unexpected," he muttered to himself internally.

For all his anticipation, he had overlooked sothing obvious.

His earlier enthusiasm had consequences, and Su Muyao’s body was paying the price.

He could have easily healed her body, yet he chose not to, deciding instead to let her recover naturally.

"I am not so lust driven beast," Lin Feng thought calmly to himself. "I have greater purposes and loftier ambitions. I stand above the pull of the flesh and the fleeting pleasures of mortals."

Across from him, she smiled softly, unaware that he had already figured it out.

An hour later, their al finally ca to an end.

The dishes had long been cleared away, tea had replaced wine, and the atmosphere had settled into a comfortable warmth.

Just as Lin Feng had predicted, Su Muyao continued speaking with him in a cheerful and animated manner.

Her laughter ca easily, her eyes bright, her tone light.

She never once hinted at retiring to her chambers.

She never once brought up anything about them cooking rice again today.

And that was perfectly fine with Lin Feng. There was no need to rush as they had all the ti in the world.

Eventually, sensing that the afternoon was drawing to a natural close, Lin Feng rose from his seat.

Su Wanwan imdiately sprang up from beside her mother and rushed toward him, waving both hands enthusiastically.

"Wanwan will see you next Monday, ntor Lin Feng! Bye bye!" she called out brightly, her voice echoing through the hall.

Lin Feng smiled warmly and gave her head a gentle pat. "Study hard and listen to your mother."

"I will!" she promised proudly.

Su Muyao also stood, though her movents were slightly slower than usual.

"Take care, ntor Lin Feng," she said softly, offering him a graceful nod.

Her expression remained composed and gentle, but after he turned to leave, a faint sigh escaped her lips.

"I hope Lin Feng won’t be disappointed with ... but today is simply impossible," she thought to herself.

She subtly shifted her weight and imdiately regretted it.

A lingering soreness still pulsed faintly, reminding her of how intense their previous encounter had been.

Even sitting upright for extended periods required effort.

Though she had masked it well during their conversation, every slight movent carried a dull, persistent ache.

Her cheeks ward as fragnts of mory surfaced.

The overwhelming closeness. The way he had held her. The undeniable intensity between them.

She swallowed softly, especially when the mory of the imposing giant monster hidden beneath Lin Feng’s robes surfaced in her mind.