I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 299 Why Does Every Artifact Spirit Looks Like a Woma

"Tell exactly what happened, Sister Yun Wanqing," Tang Aining asked, her voice laced with both curiosity and apprehension.

She wanted every detail, every nuance, every reaction, even if it embarrassed her to hear it.

Daoist Falling Snow nodded and began recounting the events with precision, her tone calm, but every so often she paused to clarify sothing significant or to correct Tang Aining’s assumptions about what had transpired.

Tang Aining listened intently, her heart beating faster with each word. And then ca the mont that made her swallow hard.

"Did you... say that Master Lin Feng beca aroused during the process?" Her cheeks burned and her hands twitched nervously. She could not decide how she felt.

On one hand, it was perhaps natural and inevitable for a young, strong, and virile man to react that hard when a beautiful woman had her hands on every inch of his body.

But the idea churned uneasily in her stomach.

One should realize that Tang Aining’s role as a re bedwarr placed her at perhaps the lowest rung in a household already overflowing with won.

"He did," Daoist Falling Snow admitted, shaking her head, a faint blush rising to her pale cheeks at the mory. "And... Master Lin Feng has an extraordinary yang spear." Her words hung in the air as Tang Aining’s eyes widened.

Even through his clothes, the formidable presence was unmistakable... tall, rigid, and impossibly proud, as if nothing in the world could sway it.

Daoist Falling Snow’s voice faltered slightly as she recalled the sensation.

She had never in her more than two thousand years of life been so close to such a thing, so intimately aware of a man’s raw physical power.

The mory made her cheeks heat further, and she shifted nervously under Tang Aining’s gaze, as though embarrassed by how vividly she rembered it.

Tang Aining, anwhile, felt a twinge of jealousy and unease.

"And..." Daoist Falling Snow continued, her voice dropping slightly, "he did not force to do anything more than the massage itself. He simply allowed to do my work, to care for him... and then let leave freely. I was... confused, to say the least. I have never encountered a man so uninterested in , so calm, and yet so capable of commanding respect without showing desire."

Tang Aining’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the mix of shock, envy, and awe swirling in her chest.

"That’s just like Master Lin Feng," she murmured. "He never curries favor with anyone, especially with won. He is... always like that. Controlled, patient, and above all else, master of himself."

Daoist Falling Snow nodded slowly, her mind still racing from the morning’s events.

She had co expecting a battle, a test of wills, or at the very least, so challenge to her skills and authority.

Instead, she had found herself in an entirely unfamiliar position... humiliated, humbled, and yet... strangely fascinated.

For the first ti in her long life, she had encountered a man whose presence was so unshakable, whose control over both himself and the situation was so absolute, that she could not even begin to predict his next move.

The two sect sisters talked for what felt like an eternity, their conversation weaving through every detail of the morning’s chaos, until finally, after nearly an hour, they ca to the reluctant conclusion of their unexpected reunion.

"So... what are you going to do from now on, Sister Yun Wanqing?" Tang Aining asked carefully, her voice tinged with concern. She studied the white-haired woman before her, trying to read the expression behind the calm, beautiful facade.

"That... I don’t know," Daoist Falling Snow replied, her eyes drifting into the distance, a faraway look that seed to pierce through reality itself.

Tang Aining’s heart skipped a beat at the sight; there was sothing in that gaze that set off alarm bells in her mind.

She did not like it, not one bit.

"Please... just go back to the sect, Sister Yun," Tang Aining mused softly in her mind, almost pleading.

But her hopes were dashed in an instant when Daoist Falling Snow tilted her head slightly, the corners of her lips curving into a faint, enigmatic smile.

"Do you know Master Lin Feng’s favorite food, Sister Tang Aining?" Daoist Falling Snow asked, her tone casual, almost innocent.

The question landed like a hamr in Tang Aining’s mind, and she almost groaned on the spot.

She knew imdiately without needing to think that this wasn’t so idle curiosity.

The words carried the weight of intent, a subtle, ancient strategy ant to reach a man’s heart through his stomach.

Tang Aining’s mind raced, torn between irritation, exasperation, and a dawning realization that Daoist Falling Snow was already stepping into dangerous territory.

She had seen it happen to herself as well.

There were once boundaries and lines she had never imagined crossing, limits she had never thought she could even entertain but with Lin Feng in her life, those boundaries lted away like ice under the morning sun.

Tang Aining found herself shocked at how much she was willing to do for him, how easily her reason bent under the pull of his presence.

Her mind wandered back to that bath earlier that morning, the warm water swirling around them, steam curling in lazy spirals.

She rembered how she had pressed her precious, generous bosom against his back, feeling the heat of her own body mingle with his.

Her fingers had trembled slightly, though she tried to hide it, and the blush that spread across her cheeks had seed almost uncontrollable.

In the end, there was only one truth she could accept, one realization that made her both dizzy and oddly at peace...

"I suppose... Master Lin Feng really does draw won like moths to the fla."And with that thought, Tang Aining felt a shiver run down her spine... a mixture of longing, awe, and helpless surrender.

She knew, deep in her bones, that once the fla had touched her, she would be willing to burn, to surrender herself completely, just to taste the life she could have with him.