I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 25 Phoenix

Lin Feng stepped into his courtyard, and the first thing he noticed was the silence.

The vast space felt clean, orderly, and well-maintained but also completely lifeless.

No footsteps echoed through the halls, no scent of food lingered in the air, and no presence stirred the stillness.

It was a place ant for cultivation and solitude, yet even for soone like him, the emptiness felt... excessive.

He let out a quiet breath and shook his head slightly.

"I suppose this is as good a ti as any to find myself a capable maidservant," Lin Feng mused aloud.

"Soone to clean around here, cook for , and perhaps make this place feel a little less like a tomb."

His voice was calm, casual, as if he were discussing sothing trivial, but the mont the words left his mouth, an overwhelming power stirred within him.

His vast divine sense unfurled like an invisible tide, spreading outward in all directions.

In an instant, it expanded beyond the academy, beyond the city, beyond the world itself... piercing through layers of space, realms, dinsions, and realities, until it covered the entire multiverse.

Countless worlds unfolded before his awareness.

He perceived blazing stars being born and dying, ancient gods ditating in tiless voids, demon lords ruling over hellish realms, mortals struggling through fragile lives, and cultivators striving endlessly toward immortality. Rivers of ti flowed before his eyes, realities overlapped, and laws of existence bent effortlessly under his perception.

"Now... let’s see who I can find suitable for my needs," Lin Feng said calmly, his voice carrying an effortless authority that could have shaken worlds had he wished it.

Yet his focus was not on finding the strongest being, nor the most loyal servant, nor the most beautiful soul. His priorities were, surprisingly, simple.

"First and foremost... they must be able to cook."

His lips curved faintly as he continued, "Hm... as long as he or she can break realms, hunt fresh ingredients across worlds, and prepare proper als for , that would already be the best outco."

With that criterion in mind, his divine sense shifted, filtering through countless beings.

He passed over supre gods who could annihilate galaxies with a thought but had never touched a kitchen.

He ignored immortal monarchs who ruled empires but could not boil water.

He brushed aside ancient beasts whose flesh could nourish worlds but who had no hands to prepare food.

Ti flowed strangely under his perception... seconds stretched into eternity, and eternity collapsed into a breath.

Yet to the outside world, only a single minute passed.

Then...

His gaze sharpened.

A particular presence stood out among the infinite sea of existence. It was not rely power that drew his attention, but a rare combination of strength, adaptability, survival instinct, and most importantly... a remarkable mastery of cooking.

"Hm," Lin Feng murmured, his smile deepening. "Interesting."

He focused more closely, observing their movents across realms, their ability to traverse worlds, hunt dangerous beasts, and turn even the most hostile environnts into sources of nourishnt.

Not only could this individual break realms, but they did so with ease and efficiency, and their als were said to be legendary to say the least.

"Well, well... you’re perfect," Lin Feng said softly, amusent glinting in his eyes.

With his choice made, he withdrew his divine sense, the vast multiverse folding back into silence as effortlessly as it had been revealed.

"It seems I won’t be eating bland food anymore," he added lightly.

In the quiet courtyard, Lin Feng’s faint smile lingered—an expression that carried both anticipation and quiet confidence.

Sowhere across the infinite multiverse, a being had just unknowingly been selected for a fate that would change their existence forever.

***

In a faraway universe, beyond the reach of known stars and forgotten by countless civilizations, soone was fighting for her life.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Each shot rang out like thunder in the endless void, the soundless vacuum sohow still echoing with violence through the clash of energies and explosions.

A lone figure stood against an ocean of chanical enemies, suspended in the darkness of space where no wind blew and no ground existed beneath her feet.

She wore sleek, all-black armor that wrapped tightly around her body, its sharp, angular design reflecting faint glimrs of starlight.

The curves of her figure were unmistakably feminine, yet there was nothing fragile about her presence.

She was a warrior... hardened by countless battles, her posture steady, her movents efficient and deadly.

In her right hand, she wielded a black, heavy-caliber gun, its muzzle flashing with every pull of the trigger.

In her left, a sword shimred with a cold, lethal light, its edge cutting through steel and energy alike.

Each ti she moved, her form blurred, and entire legions of machines were reduced to burning debris, their bodies shattered into drifting fragnts that scattered across the void like broken stars.

She danced through the battlefield, weaving between beams of energy and swarms of enemy fire.

Her blade sliced through chanical limbs, heads, and torsos, while her gun tore apart distant targets with ruthless precision.

Wherever she passed, destruction followed. Explosions blossod like fiery flowers in the darkness, illuminating the battlefield in violent bursts of light.

Yet no matter how many she destroyed, the enemy numbers never seed to diminish.

They ca in endless waves... drones, warships, massive constructs, and towering chanical beasts all moving with cold, relentless coordination.

For every machine she destroyed, two more took its place.

The void itself seed to vomit forth more enemies, as if the universe had decided to drown her in tal and fire.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours. Her armor grew scarred, blackened, and cracked.

Sparks flew from damaged systems, and her movents, once fluid and effortless, began to slow.

Her breathing beca heavy, labored, fogging the inside of her helt as exhaustion crept into her limbs.

Still, she fought.

She pushed herself beyond her limits, fueled by sheer willpower and an unyielding refusal to die.

Even as her body scread in protest, she continued to strike, slash, shoot, and evade, refusing to surrender even an inch of ground.

But the universe was rciless.