I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 262 I Can Still Feel the Rhythmic Thumping in My Sou

Finally, the patriarch opened his eyes.

And spoke.

"Well... we won’t know until we try."

Crack!

It felt as if sothing inside the young handso man shattered.

"Present yourself before Young Master Lin Feng tomorrow," the patriarch continued calmly, as if discussing sothing entirely reasonable. "Make sure you give it your very best."

The young man’s face turned pale.

"We are but a small clan," the patriarch went on, sighing. "We have no great beauties to offer. No outstanding prodigies to impress him. We lack resources, influence... everything."

His gaze sharpened.

"But we do have you."

The words landed like a death sentence.

"You are our clan’s only hope," the patriarch declared solemnly. "Do not fail us."

The room fell silent.

The young man stood there, unmoving.

Unbreathing.

Unblinking.

It was as if his soul had already left his body and was now floating sowhere far, far away, unwilling to accept this cruel reality.

I’m finished...

In that mont, he looked less like a promising clansman...

And more like a martyr walking toward his doom.

***

anwhile, the man everyone was talking about remained completely unconcerned with the storm of attention surrounding him.

Lin Feng leisurely enjoyed a late lunch, seated comfortably as several beautiful won accompanied him.

Only after he was satisfied did he rise to his feet.

Without the slightest hint of arrogance, he personally went to order takeout, carefully selecting dishes he knew Su Muyao would enjoy.

"Thank you for your patronage, Young Master Lin Feng," Ling Lan said, her voice bright with delight at his visit.

Once everything was prepared, he made his way toward the Su Clan.

By the ti he arrived, word of his presence had already spread among the servants.

When Su Muyao stepped out to receive him, her eyes imdiately fell upon the veiled woman standing quietly beside him... Tang Aining.

She was a new addition to Lin Feng’s group.

Even through the veil, her graceful figure could not be concealed.

Her curves were striking, her bearing elegant, and her presence alone was enough to draw attention.

Su Muyao’s gaze lingered for a brief mont, instinctively taking in the sight.

But soon, she calmly withdrew her gaze.

There was no shock. No anger. No jealousy.

Only understanding.

"Lin Feng has found another woman..." Su Muyao thought to herself, her expression softening rather than tightening. "I’m happy for him. A man like him was never ant to belong to just one person."

Her fingers lightly tightened around her sleeve, not in pain, but in quiet acceptance.

"I’m just glad... that I was able to be part of his life, even if only for a short while."

A faint smile appeared on her lips—gentle, sincere, and without regret.

"I brought you so food, Lady Su. They’re all freshly made," Lin Feng said as he handed the packages over, his tone as natural as ever.

Su Muyao accepted them with both hands, her smile blooming like a quiet flower.

"Thank you, ntor Lin Feng. You’re always so thoughtful," she said softly.

Before the mont could settle further, a burst of energy suddenly cut through the calm atmosphere.

"ntor Lin Feng!"

A small figure dashed forward like a streak of wind.

"Wanwan has learned a brand new special technique!" Su Wanwan declared proudly, her eyes shining with excitent. "This ti it’s even stronger than before! You have to watch closely!"

Without waiting for a response, she hopped into the open space in the courtyard, puffed up her cheeks, and struck an exaggerated martial pose.

"Hyahhh!"

Her small body moved with surprising agility as she began her demonstration.

Though her movents lacked refinent, they were filled with enthusiasm and spirit.

Each step was energetic, each strike over-the-top, as if she were performing for the grandest audience in the world.

At one point, she even spun a little too fast and nearly lost her balance, but quickly recovered, pretending as if it had all been part of her technique.

Lin Feng watched with an amused smile.

Su Muyao, on the other hand, covered her lips lightly, letting out a soft laugh.

The atmosphere grew warm and lively. Once the servants had prepared the food, they all shared the al in high spirits.

They ate happily, the atmosphere warm and relaxed.

Once the al was finished and the servants cleared the table, Lin Feng’s expression shifted ever so slightly.

The casual ease in his eyes faded, replaced by a more focused intent.

It was then that he decided to bring up the matter he had been planning.

His gaze settled on Su Muyao, the beautiful blonde woman before him.

"Lady Su, I think it’s ti we continue where we left off last ti," Lin Feng said calmly. "There’s still much to discuss. It would be best to start soon so we can finish early."

Su Muyao froze.

Instead of joy, a flicker of shock passed through her eyes.

"Does... Lin Feng want to do it again?" she thought, her heart tightening slightly.

The mories of last ti surfaced vividly in her mind.

Her body had only just begun to recover and she was still sore, still tender.

Yesterday’s battle had left a deep impression on her, one she had no confidence in facing again so soon.

That was precisely why she had been obviously avoiding the topic.

Yet she hadn’t expected Lin Feng to bring it up so directly.

"It seems Lin Feng really is a young and vigorous man..." she thought with a hint of helplessness. "Always so full of energy... I just hope my body can keep up..."

Even so, she didn’t refuse.

Instead, she forced a gentle smile onto her face, though there was a faint stiffness to it.

"I suppose you’re right, ntor Lin Feng," Su Muyao replied softly as she stood up. She did not want to disappoint her man when he was clearly so eager to cook so rice with her.

The mont she moved, a stinging ache shot through her body, causing her steps to falter ever so slightly.

She quickly masked it, maintaining her composure.

Lin Feng watched her quietly.

"This woman..." he mused inwardly.

With his perception, it wasn’t difficult for him to guess what she was thinking.

And once he did, he truly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"I’m not that kind of insatiable sex beast... am I?" he thought, shaking his head inwardly.

It seed Su Muyao had completely misunderstood his intentions.

Still, he didn’t imdiately explain.

Instead, a faint, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he followed after her in silence.