I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 250 I Swear, This Position is Essential for Your Bre

"A... bed warr?" Lin Feng thought, montarily stunned, almost doubting his own hearing.

He blinked, his gaze settling on Tang Aining.

Outwardly, his expression remained calm, but inwardly, his thoughts moved swiftly.

Without the slightest ripple of aura, he extended his divine sense in an extrely subtle manner so refined that even soone of her level would find it impossible to notice.

Three breaths later, understanding dawned.

"So that’s the reason..."

Tang Aining had glimpsed a future involving him.

That single vision had stirred her curiosity... no, more than that, it had compelled her.

This bold proposal was her way of testing that possibility, of stepping onto a path she had never walked before.

Lin Feng’s lips almost curved.

"Hehehe... food delivered right to my door. I’d be a fool to refuse."

He felt no hesitation. Tang Aining was neither his student nor a fellow teacher.

There were no restrictions binding him here and no lines he felt he could not cross.

To him, she was simply an opportunity.

Still, none of these thoughts showed on his face.

His expression remained composed, unreadable, as if her words had not stirred him in the slightest.

There was no eagerness, no greed but only a steady calm, as though even such a blessing from the heavens ant little or nothing to him at all.

"I assu you’ve given this considerable thought, Miss Tang," Lin Feng said evenly. "If you truly choose this path, then your position as a respected elder of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect will be compromised."

His gaze rested on her, sharp yet asured.

"This is not a decision to take lightly."

"I understand... and I still wish to go through with this," Tang Aining said, her voice calm yet firm, leaving no room for doubt.

There was no hesitation in her eyes now.

Only resolve.

Lin Feng observed her quietly for a mont, as if weighing her words, before finally giving a slight nod.

"Very well," he said, his tone even. "You may begin at once."

He paused briefly, his gaze sharpening just a little.

"However... if you ever change your mind, you are free to walk away. I have no intention of forcing you to remain."

Then, as if the tension in the room ant nothing at all, a faint, confident smile appeared on his lips.

"I suspect, though, that your decision has been influenced by my innate and unparalleled charisma."

His voice was serious.

"Do not feel ashad. You are not the first to be affected this way, nor will you be the last. Still... since you have chosen , I will not treat you poorly. You will be cared for as one of my most treasured won."

Tang Aining held his gaze.

For a brief mont, silence stretched between them.

She felt it clearly when she touched his hand before, the imnse vitality and unimaginable power hidden within his body.

It was not rely cultivation... it was sothing deeper, sothing more overwhelming and indescribable.

Even without probing further, she knew he was far from ordinary.

And as for his appearance...

Her gaze lingered on his face for a fraction longer than necessary.

There was no denying it.

He truly was the most handso man she had encountered in her long life.

Perhaps his words were arrogant...

But they were not false.

"...Thank you, Master Lin Feng," she said softly, lowering her head in a graceful bow. "Please take care of from now on."

Her tone was gentle, but there was a quiet finality within it as though, with those words, she had already severed her past.

When she straightened, sothing changed.

A faint ripple passed through her body.

Then...

Her crimson robes and sect uniform shattered.

Not violently, but like petals dissolving into light, the garnts that symbolized her identity as an elder of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect broke apart and scattered into the air, fading into nothingness.

In their place, a new outfit ford.

A flowing white dress, simple yet elegant, clinging softly to her figure.

It carried none of the authority or prestige of her forr attire but only a quiet, intimate grace.

A small paper bird slipped from her sleeve, delicate and lifelike. Infused with her spiritual will, it fluttered into the air and circled her once, as if reluctant to leave.

This was her final ssage.

Her farewell to the sect.

Her resignation.

Tang Aining watched it for a mont, her expression unreadable.

Years of status... influence... respect...

All reduced to this single, silent departure.

The paper bird then shot forward, disappearing into the distance without a trace.

The connection was severed.

Completely.

The two walked out of the room, Lin Feng leading while Tang Aining followed a step behind, naturally establishing the dynamic between them.

As they erged, they found Ning Xi already waiting, with Ye Jian standing beside her.

Ye Jian’s face lit up with a bright smile the mont she saw Lin Feng.

However, that smile froze almost instantly when her gaze shifted to Tang Aining.

More precisely... to the way she stood.

Not beside Lin Feng.

But behind him.

A subtle chill crept into Ye Jian’s heart, a dark premonition forming unbidden in her mind.

It was a feeling she could not explain, yet it made her uneasy.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Tang Aining more closely.

It did not take long.

Recognition struck.

Her pupils shrank.

"This junior greets Daoist Heavenly Fate!" Ye Jian said imdiately, bowing with respect toward Tang Aining.

After all, only a fool would fail to recognize a figure of such status and power.

But what ca next...

Shattered her expectations completely.

"Please, dispense with the formalities, Teacher Ye Jian," Tang Aining said calmly, her tone gentle yet detached. "I am no longer the person you once knew."

A brief pause.

Then...

"I am now rely a bed warr to Master Lin Feng. My past identity... no longer matters."

For a mont, it was as if the entire space had frozen.

Li Zhiyan maintained a calm, composed expression, remaining silent like a dutiful maid.

Ning Xi’s lips parted slightly in disbelief.

Ye Jian’s mind went blank, her thoughts unable to process what she had just heard.

A powerhouse...

A revered figure...

Reduced to such a position?

"And here I thought I would be next. It seems soone has beaten to it again," Ye Jian thought, unable to believe how quickly things had unfolded.