I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 194 True Love is the Only Cure for the Aphrodisiac A

Yun Luofeng drew a slow, deliberate breath, letting it fill her lungs and ease the heat in her chest.

Her racing pulse gradually slowed, though the faint echo of excitent still lingered, like embers smoldering beneath ash.

"But I just... I cannot believe how handso and charming Young Master Lin Feng is, Master," she added, her tone softening into disbelief. "Even though I’ve only t him once, it’s already so hard to forget him. Everything about him feels... complete, as if he were crafted perfectly in both body and spirit. He... he is unlike anyone I’ve ever t."

"I know," Xia Xinghe thought to herself, her mind quietly acknowledging the truth. She remained silent for a long mont, her sharp gaze fixed on her disciple but her mind elsewhere.

She could not deny the truth of what Yun Luofeng said. Lin Feng’s presence was extraordinary, undeniable.

Her body reacted almost instinctively, a warmth rising to her cheeks that she could not fully suppress.

A tingling in her chest, the sudden hardness of her pink tips, betrayed a stirring she could not fully comprehend or explain.

For the first ti in many years, Xia Xinghe felt a flush of attraction that unsettled both her calm intellect and her disciplined Dao heart.

She could not rember the last ti a man had made her body respond this way... not in her youth, not with other cultivators, not even with those she had once considered formidable.

And this was precisely why she regarded Lin Feng as exceptionally dangerous, even to soone of her own skill and experience. She was far from immune to his charms.

***

"This should be the right place." A beautiful woman in a simple, modest white dress stepped carefully into Lin Feng’s courtyard.

Her dark hair was neatly tied back, framing a delicate, serene face that carried a gentle warmth.

In her hands, she balanced a steaming pot.

Judging by the slight sheen of sweat on her brow, the pot was heavy, yet there was no sign of fatigue on her face.

Instead, her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitent and nervous anticipation, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly in a tentative smile.

She paused just inside the entrance of the courtyard, scanning her surroundings. The morning sun glinted off the stone tiles, casting soft shadows among the potted plants lining the walkway.

She hesitated for a mont, took a deep breath, and finally gathered her courage. After counting three silent breaths, she called softly, "Young Master Lin Feng, are you ho?"

She did not need to call again. From inside the courtyard, Li Zhiyan appeared almost imdiately, her movents graceful and precise.

"Hello, dear guest. Please co in. Young Master Lin Feng is expecting you," Li Zhiyan said warmly. She stepped forward, taking the steaming pot from the visitor’s hands with ease.

Her touch was gentle, yet firm, careful not to spill a drop.

The young woman smiled faintly, grateful, and followed Li Zhiyan inside. Her steps were careful, mindful of the courtyard tiles and the soft rustle of her dress.

When she entered the main hall, she imdiately saw Lin Feng seated at a small table, sipping tea.

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over his calm features and the ticulously arranged courtyard beyond.

"Young Master Lin Feng, I brought breakfast. I hope I haven’t disturbed your weekend rest," Ling Lan said shyly, her voice soft but carrying a polite undertone of respect.

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a gentle smile, and he rose to his feet, setting his teacup down. "Of course not, chef. It is truly my pleasure to see you here today. How have you been recently?"

"I... I’ve been well, thanks to you," Ling Lan replied, her cheeks warming slightly. "My restaurant has been doing so well lately... and it’s all because of your h..."

For several minutes, the two engaged in light conversation, sharing updates about the restaurant, recent events, and small personal anecdotes.

Ling Lan’s shyness gradually lted into a warm ease, and Lin Feng’s composed presence seed to put her at ease even further.

The courtyard remained peaceful around them, the soft morning breeze carrying the faint aroma of the tea and the steaming dishes.

Finally, after a few monts of conversation, Lin Feng gestured toward the table. "Shall we eat together? Breakfast is best enjoyed while it’s still warm."

Ling Lan’s eyes lit up, and she nodded. The aroma of freshly cooked food mingled with the subtle fragrance of the courtyard, creating a calm and inviting atmosphere.

***

anwhile, Li Zhiyan stood quietly in the corner, refilling tea and clearing empty dishes, but her mind could not stay focused on the simple tasks. She found herself unable to stop wondering.

"Just how many won does Young Master Lin Feng have?" she mused inwardly, her thoughts tinged with curiosity and unease.

Li Zhiyan knew full well that Lin Feng had only saved Ling Lan this week, yet she could see that the woman already held a special place for him in her heart.

From the way she looked at him and carried herself, it was clear that her visit was more than re courtesy.

And judging by what Li Zhiyan knew of Lin Feng’s personality, she could not help but worry.

He was, in her eyes, a man who could easily charm anyone he wished and was a great womanizer.

To resist the persistent advances of the won around him would be far harder than simply breathing, at least according to Li Zhiyan’s opinion of Lin Feng.

She could imagine how effortlessly he might draw them in, leaving her uneasy and vigilant. Yet another concern lingered in her mind, one far heavier than simple jealousy or curiosity.

"I hope the clan moves quickly... to search Hidden Crane Falls before anyone else or rival clans discover its secrets," she thought, her heart tightening with urgency.

Earlier, she had already sent a letter to her clan, alerting them to the critical situation.

Though she was forced into the role of Lin Feng’s servant, her loyalty to her family remained unshaken.

The Li bloodline ran strong in her veins, a legacy of resilience and pride, even if the clan itself had its flaws and was far from perfect.