I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 298 Stop! You’re Overloading My Internal Circuits!

"That felt very good, Daoist Falling Snow. Thank you." Lin Feng said.

His tone was calm, unhurried, as though he had simply woken from a pleasant nap.

His eyes remained closed, his body still relaxed, as if he had no intention of even sitting up.

"I understand that you ca here with only Tang Aining’s well-being in mind," he continued lazily. "There’s no need for to punish you for caring about your fellow disciple."

A brief pause followed, the room growing even quieter.

"You’re free to go now," he said simply. "You may continue trying to persuade Tang Aining to return to your sect if you wish. As I’ve said before, she is free to leave at any ti. She is not my slave, nor would I want her to be."

The faintest hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"For now, she’s simply my bedwarr. As for tomorrow..."

He let out a soft breath.

"We’ll see how things go."

Silence followed.

"..."

Daoist Falling Snow did not move.

Her hands, which had been so steady just monts ago, now hovered slightly in the air before slowly lowering to her sides.

For a brief mont, her thoughts seed to halt completely, as though her mind refused to process what she had just heard.

She had prepared herself for humiliation.

For resistance.

For demands that would bind her, perhaps for years.

She had even steeled her heart for the possibility of being forced into sothing far worse.

Of Lin Feng forcing himself on her.

But this...

This effortless release...

This casual dismissal...

It was sothing she had never once considered.

Her fingers curled faintly, the subtle motion betraying the storm quietly rising within her.

That’s it?

After everything... he’s just letting go?

Her gaze slowly lifted, settling on Lin Feng’s figure.

He remained exactly as before... lying there, eyes closed, expression peaceful, as though nothing of importance had occurred.

There was no greed in his deanor.

No hidden agenda.

No lingering interest.

It was as if her presence... held no weight at all.

And that realization struck far deeper than any insult could have.

Daoist Falling Snow had long been admired, revered, even worshipped from afar.

Countless cultivators had dread of standing in her presence, let alone speaking to her.

Her talent, her beauty, her status... these were things she had never needed to question.

Yet now...

Sitting here...

She felt sothing she had not experienced in a very long ti.

Uncertainty.

Her eyes lingered on Lin Feng for a mont longer, searching for sothing... anything... that might explain his indifference.

But there was nothing.

Only calm.

Only ease.

Only a man who seed entirely unconcerned with whether she stayed... or left.

A faint ripple stirred within her heart, subtle yet undeniable.

Does he... not find beautiful at all?

The thought surfaced quietly, almost unwillingly, yet once it appeared, it refused to fade.

She didn’t understand it.

And that lack of understanding unsettled her even more.

After everything she had done... after lowering herself, setting aside her pride, and completing what she had never imagined she would do...

To receive nothing in return... no demand, no gaze, no reaction...

It left her feeling strangely... unbalanced.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say sothing, yet no words ca out.

For the first ti in years...

Daoist Falling Snow did not know how to respond.

And for the first ti since she had t Lin Feng...

She felt as though she was the one being played.

Without quite realizing how she had arrived outside, Daoist Falling Snow stepped out of the master bedroom.

The sunlight was nowhere to be seen, and it did nothing to soothe the storm raging quietly within her.

She had expected so many things to happen inside Lin Feng’s chambers... sches, challenges, even confrontation and ultimately losing her chastity that she had fiercely guarded for thousands of years but the reality had left her utterly disoriented.

Tang Aining was waiting, her brow slightly furrowed, her lips pursed in concern.

The mont she saw Daoist Falling Snow, she hurried forward.

"How did it go, Sister Yun Wanqing?" Tang Aining asked, her voice gentle but urgent.

There had been no hesitation in her tone, only worry.

For all Tang Aining knew, Lin Feng was a man of unpredictability, capable of myriad things and cunning, yet she had always known that he would not harm anyone inappropriately.

Nothing was clearer evidence in this than Ye Jian surrendering herself completely, yet Lin Feng exercised remarkable restraint, waiting patiently for the right mont.

He possessed a patience and foresight that few could match, understanding that a woman’s first experience with a man was not rely an act, but a mory ant to be cherished.

It was supposed to be special, unforgettable, and entirely her own.

He knew that forcing the mont would tarnish it, that rushing would leave only regret.

Still, seeing Daoist Falling Snow’s dazed expression and the faint trembling in her hands, the distracted way she blinked made her pause.

Tang Aining’s eyes scanned her carefully, as though she could detect through re observation if sothing had gone wrong.

Her gaze swept over Daoist Falling Snow’s figure.

Everything appeared untouched.

Her robes lay perfectly in place, her hair perfectly smooth.

There was no sign of struggle, no redness on her skin, no bite marks or scratches, and not a single trace to betray the events that had unfolded within those walls.

Tang Aining’s chest loosened slightly. She exhaled a quiet sigh, relief washing over her, but it was tempered with a twinge of curiosity.

Sothing about the way Daoist Falling Snow moved... so absent, so oddly fragile in that mont did not quite align with the strong, composed woman she always knew.

"Lin Feng... Master Lin Feng... he..." Daoist Falling Snow’s voice was quiet, almost hollow, as if the words themselves were strange in her mouth. "...he said that I’m free to go back."

Even now, Daoist Falling Snow could hardly believe what had just transpired in the master bedroom.