I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 232 Little Fairy, Your Sect Won’t Find You in This H

Mo Xuan could feel a powerful surge of spiritual essence rushing through his ridians like a roaring river breaking through a dam.

The energy spread throughout his entire body, nourishing every inch of his flesh and bones.

His blood and qi beca richer and more vigorous, circulating with a vitality he had not felt for centuries.

The sluggish heaviness that had long plagued his aging body vanished almost instantly.

Even his physical appearance began to change.

The countless strands of white hair on his head slowly darkened, turning faintly black once more.

The wrinkles on his face softened slightly, and the dim light in his eyes brightened with renewed life.

At that mont, Mo Xuan did not even need to examine himself carefully.

Deep within his heart, he could instinctively sense the change.

He had gained at least five hundred more years of life.

Five hundred years.

What kind of concept was that?

For ordinary mortals, even one hundred years was considered a complete lifeti.

But for cultivators like him, five hundred years represented endless possibilities.

It was more than enough ti for him to search for new opportunities, discover rare treasures, seek and et fortuitous encounters with open arms, and attempt further breakthroughs in cultivation.

Perhaps he might even find another thod to extend his lifespan even further.

And even if he failed to do so, even if those five hundred years were truly the limit granted to him, it would still be more than enough.

More than enough ti for him to enjoy life again, to cultivate freely, and to once again stand proudly at the peak like he once did in his youth.

The thought alone filled his heart with indescribable excitent.

Ding!

A crisp sound echoed in the air.

With a simple movent of his will, the formation surrounding him shattered instantly, dissolving into fragnts of spiritual light that faded into nothingness.

Old Man Mo Xuan slowly stood up, his body trembling slightly from overwhelming joy.

He felt lighter.

Stronger.

Alive.

For a mont, he simply stood there in disbelief, as if afraid that the miracle he had just experienced was nothing more than a dream.

Then his gaze fell upon Lin Feng.

At that mont, Mo Xuan looked at him as though he were gazing at soone who possessed all the answers in the world.

In Mo Xuan’s eyes, Lin Feng was no longer just a young cultivator.

He was a benefactor, a savior who had pulled him back from the edge of death.

Mo Xuan’s heart overflowed with deep gratitude.

Without any hesitation, the old man stepped forward and cupped his fists respectfully.

"Young Master Lin Feng! You have my infinite thanks!"

His voice trembled slightly with emotion.

The dignity of an old expert seed to vanish completely in front of the young man.

Overco with happiness, Mo Xuan could not even maintain his usual composure.

He stepped forward excitedly, spreading his arms as if intending to embrace Lin Feng in gratitude.

However...

Thud!

The mont his arms extended forward, they suddenly stopped midair.

It was as if they had struck an invisible wall.

Mo Xuan blinked in confusion.

His hands pressed forward again, only to feel a strange resistance, like touching a transparent barrier that blocked his path completely.

No matter how much he pushed, his arms could not move any closer to Lin Feng.

It was as though an unseen force had firmly separated the two of them.

"I am not much of a hugging person, Senior Mo Xuan. Perhaps the others here would be more welcoming to that kind of enthusiasm," Lin Feng said calmly.

His tone was polite, yet his body did not move an inch closer.

Old Man Mo Xuan blinked for a mont when he heard this.

However, instead of feeling embarrassed or offended, he simply laughed heartily.

His mood was so good that even if soone insulted him right now, he might still forgive them.

"Hahaha! Young Master Lin Feng is truly a refined person," Mo Xuan said cheerfully.

Since Lin Feng did not wish to be hugged, Mo Xuan naturally would not force him.

After all, the young man had just granted him sothing priceless.

Five hundred years of additional life was not a small favor.

However, the happiness inside Mo Xuan’s heart still needed an outlet.

He turned his head and looked around the trading market.

Only then did he notice that the situation around him was rather strange.

Several cultivators had collapsed on the ground.

So lay motionless, while others twitched faintly as if their souls had been shaken loose from their bodies.

A few even had foam forming at the corners of their mouths.

Mo Xuan frowned slightly.

"What happened here?"

He had been completely imrsed in his breakthrough just monts ago, so he had not noticed anything else happening around him.

But after observing the scene for a few breaths, he simply shrugged.

This place was a trading hub for cultivators after all.

People from all kinds of sects and clans gathered here every day. Accidents happened frequently.

Soone might fail in refining a pill, another might suffer qi deviation, and so unlucky fellow might even offend a stronger cultivator and get beaten unconscious.

Compared to those events, this situation seed rather normal.

Besides, Mo Xuan did not lack people to celebrate with.

His gaze quickly locked onto a cultivator who was still standing nearby and looking relatively conscious.

The old man’s eyes lit up.

"I can now live much longer! This is a happy day for !" Mo Xuan announced loudly, his voice filled with excitent.

Before the unfortunate cultivator could react, Mo Xuan had already stepped forward with surprising speed and opened his arms wide.

The poor cultivator’s eyes widened in horror.

"Senior Mo Xuan, I also do not like hugs," the man said hurriedly while stepping backward.

"But I sincerely congratulate you for gaining more lifespan. That is truly wonderful news."

He forced a stiff smile and continued retreating.

"Wait... wait! Please stop!"