I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 234 I Am the Gift, Master… Please Unbind the Ribbon!

The scent was thick, damp, and indescribably foul, like sothing rotten that had been sealed inside a swamp for centuries before being released all at once.

So cultivators imdiately covered their noses.

Others felt their stomachs churn violently.

One unlucky man nearly vomited on the spot.

A few even staggered backward while their faces turned pale.

"Why does it sll like that..."

"Is this so kind of poisonous technique?"

"That stench is killing !"

The air grew tense.

Everyone stared at Mo Xuan with expressions filled with fear.

Then one cultivator suddenly realized sothing horrifying.

Mo Xuan was looking directly at them.

More precisely, he was looking at them the sa way a hunter looks at prey.

The cultivator’s eyes widened in terror.

"Everyone run away!"

His shout shattered the tense silence like a thunderclap.

Instantly, panic spread through the crowd like wildfire.

The cultivators began fleeing in every direction.

So pushed others aside while desperately trying to escape.

Others jumped onto flying swords or activated movent techniques without hesitation.

No one wanted to suffer the sa tragic fate as the poor people lying on the ground.

Those unlucky souls were still unconscious, completely defeated by the terrible stench.

"Don’t let him get close!"

"Protect your breathing!"

"Block your nose!"

"Run!"

"Noooooo noooooo NOOOOOOO! HELP! Don’t leave here!"

Within seconds, the once lively trading area had turned into complete chaos.

People ran left and right like frightened chickens while trying to distance themselves from Old Man Mo Xuan.

anwhile, Mo Xuan simply stood there in confusion as he watched the crowd scatter like frightened birds.

He scratched his head.

"What is wrong with everyone today?" he muttered.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up again when he spotted another cultivator trying to sneak away quietly.

"Ah! That one will do!"

Mo Xuan happily stepped forward.

After all, he still had eight more hugs to complete.

The chaos only ended after Mo Xuan finally completed his ninth hug.

By that ti, the trading hall looked like a battlefield.

Cultivators were lying everywhere across the floor, so sprawled face down, others on their backs with their eyes rolled up and foam still lingering at the corners of their mouths.

The unlucky victims of Mo Xuan’s enthusiastic celebration ford a rather tragic scene.

Mo Xuan stood proudly in the middle of it all, completely satisfied.

"Nine," he said while stroking his beard in approval. "Nine hugs. That should be enough to symbolize longevity."

Only then did he finally begin to notice sothing strange.

The sll in the air.

He sniffed lightly.

Then he sniffed again.

His expression slowly changed.

"Hmm?"

Mo Xuan lowered his head slightly and finally realized that the terrible stench was actually coming from himself.

At that mont, the old man’s face stiffened for a brief second.

Now he understood.

No wonder everyone had fainted.

"Ahem..."

Mo Xuan coughed awkwardly and tried to maintain his dignity.

"It seems... there were so minor side effects from the treatnt," he muttered quietly.

Without saying much more, the old man quickly excused himself and left for a mont to clean up.

Five minutes later, Mo Xuan returned looking far more presentable.

The stench had completely disappeared, and the surrounding cultivators who had not fainted earlier finally dared to breathe normally again.

Mo Xuan walked directly toward Lin Feng with a respectful expression.

"Young Master Lin Feng," he said while taking out a small treasure. "As promised."

In his hand appeared a delicate object that radiated faint spiritual light.

The Crystal Heart Pagoda.

The pagoda looked exquisite, carved from a translucent crystal that seed to glow softly from within.

Even at a glance, it was obvious that this was no ordinary treasure.

Mo Xuan handed it over without hesitation.

Lin Feng accepted it calmly.

With the transaction completed, the group soon left the trading hall together and headed toward a nearby restaurant inside Golden Harvest Night Market.

The market truly lived up to its na.

As the sun began to sink lower in the sky and evening slowly approached, the entire place beca more and more lively.

Lanterns were lit one after another, illuminating countless stalls and shops filled with cultivators trading treasures, pills, weapons, and rare materials.

The faster the night ca, the busier the market beca.

Lin Feng and the others soon found a comfortable restaurant inside the bustling market and sat down to dine.

After the dishes were served, Ning Xi carefully held the Crystal Heart Pagoda in her hands.

Her eyes shone with excitent and gratitude.

"Thank you, ntor Lin Feng," she said softly.

"My grandmother will surely love this gift."

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke.

"If there is anything you ever need in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. I will definitely repay this favor."

She paused briefly before continuing.

"And you are also invited to my grandmother’s birthday celebration this coming Sunday."

Ning Xi looked at Lin Feng with a slightly shy expression.

She clearly expected him to respond.

However, before Lin Feng could even open his mouth, soone else spoke first.

"Thank you for inviting us, Teacher Ning Xi," Ye Jian said with a bright smile.

"If Lin Feng goes, then , myself, and I will certainly be there as well."

Her tone was cheerful, yet her eyes briefly glanced toward Lin Feng as if making sure he did not reject the invitation.

anwhile, the lively restaurant around them continued to buzz with activity.

However, not everyone present was simply enjoying their al.

Several cultivators seated at nearby tables were quietly observing Lin Feng from ti to ti.

So of them had already been paid to spy on him.

Others had secretly sent ssages outside the restaurant, dispatching more spies to gather information about this mysterious young master who had suddenly appeared and easily solved a problem that even the famous Mo Xuan could not resolve on his own.

Who exactly was Lin Feng?

Where did he co from?

And how strong exactly was he?

These questions began spreading quietly among the interested parties within the Golden Harvest Night Market.