I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 180 The Saintess Claims it was a Sword Training Acci

"Lin Feng was far too much... his thing was so big," Su Muyao admitted inwardly, unable to stop herself from gulping.

The mory of his scorching, profound yang qi brushing against her skin and covering her from head to foot resurfaced vividly in her mind.

Heat crept up her neck and stained her cheeks a deep crimson.

Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up, a subtle warmth pooling low in her abdon, leaving her flustered and painfully aware of herself.

Her lips pressed together as she tried to steady her breathing.

"Oh no... I truly need to stop thinking about such improper thoughts," she scolded herself inwardly, her heart fluttering in disarray.

"When did my mind beco so shaless?"

The realization shocked her more than the mories themselves.

She had always carried herself with dignity, especially after becoming a widow.

Composed, restrained, untouchable.

Yet now her thoughts wandered so easily back to him.

A faint shiver ran down her spine as warmth gathered beneath her skin.

Her breathing grew uneven, and she pressed a hand lightly against her chest as if to steady her pounding heart.

Why was her body responding like this rely from thinking about Lin Feng’s little brother.

A shy heat crept across Su Muyao’s cheeks.

"I was never like this with my late husband... Is it Lin Feng’s formidable yang root that makes the difference?"

The re thought made Su Muyao squirm.

With her late husband he could move steadily on top of her yet his earnest efforts only succeeded in making her sleep.

Her profound yin essence remained perfectly contained and not a single drop ever spilled from the tight silken depths of her pink flower.

Yet with Lin Feng every single movent ignited fireworks throughout her body.

Peak after relentless peak crashed through her until she blacked out from overwhelming bliss.

Of course it was impossible to compare a little worm to an adult elder dragon.

"I never imagined such pleasure existed," she admitted inwardly.

Her late husband had never brought her to even one true release, much less the devastating chain Lin Feng delivered so effortlessly.

There had been affection, certainly. Respect. Even tenderness.

But it had never truly consud her senses or left her trembling long after the act.

Never had her pink garden beco so swollen and tender after rely one night of lovemaking.

She trembled again at the vivid mory of Lin Feng’s prodigious tool and how exquisitely it had filled her stretching her so deliciously wide while flooding her with waves of unbearable pleasure.

"Sigh..."

Su Muyao drew a long, steadying breath, willing her oversensitive body to calm down a bit.

The mont Lin Feng’s departing figure disappeared beyond the gates of her mansion, she knew that she needed to take action regarding her situation with him.

"Mama, Wanwan is going to train and draw," Su Wanwan said brightly before skipping happily back into the mansion.

In her young mind, she had realized sothing very important. The secret to ti travel itself!

"Ti goes by so fast when Wanwan is doing sothing fun," she thought proudly.

"So if Wanwan draws a lot and practices a lot, then Monday will co faster for Wanwan. Hehehe. Wanwan is really, really smart."

A mischievous little smirk appeared on her adorable face as she congratulated herself on this brilliant discovery.

To her, it was flawless logic.

If she filled her days with fun and training, the wait would shrink all on its own.

Completely satisfied with her clever plan, Su Wanwan marched deeper into the mansion, ready to make ti go faster through sheer determination and enthusiasm.

It was also at this ti that Su Muyao decided to act and be proactive.

"Lady Su Lan."

The air stirred faintly.

In the next instant, a graceful figure stepped forward from the shadows of a nearby corridor, appearing so seamlessly it was as though she had always been there.

"Please address this servant simply as Su Lan, Lady Su," the woman said respectfully, lowering her head.

She had been the sa woman that led Lin Feng and Li Zhiyan to this mansion.

"How could I possibly do that?" Su Muyao replied with a gentle shake of her head.

"You are a cultivator, already walking the path of immortality, while I am rely an ordinary mortal woman. It would not be proper for to be so casual."

Su Lan paused briefly but did not argue further.

Though she had stepped into the first stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, she understood her assignnt clearly.

Her role was not to assert status but to protect and serve.

The clan elders had personally entrusted her with Su Muyao’s safety and comfort.

That responsibility outweighed pride.

"You called for , Lady Su?" Su Lan asked calmly.

Su Muyao hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering.

"Yes. I would like you to prepare a dicinal bath for . Begin tonight. I will take it three tis a day."

Su Lan’s eyes flickered ever so slightly. She could see no wounds or ailnts on Su Muyao’s body.

However, she did not question it.

The clan elders had provided Su Muyao with an imnse amount of resources after recent events.

The sum was so great that Su Muyao could fund Su Wanwan’s cultivation and education in the academy for many lifetis over and still possess surplus wealth.

A dicinal regin of this scale was entirely affordable.

Su Muyao lowered her gaze, fingers lightly clasped before her.

The lingering soreness in her body had not gone unnoticed by herself, even if she hid it well from others.

Sitting had been uncomfortable. Walking required composure. She refused to remain in such a state.

Next ti, she would not be caught unprepared.

A quiet determination settled within her chest.

She would restore her vitality, strengthen her body, and ensure she was in her best condition moving forward.

"Please use the finest herbs available within reason," she added softly. "I would prefer sothing nourishing rather than overly aggressive."

"Understood, Lady Su," Su Lan replied without hesitation.

Though curiosity lingered faintly in her heart, she suppressed it.

Whether it was for cultivation, recovery, or personal reasons was irrelevant.

Her duty was to fulfill the request flawlessly.

"I will begin preparations imdiately. The first bath will be ready before nightfall."