I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 30 Disguise

"Thank you. I’m so full. Truly excellent," Lin Feng said, rubbing his belly with a contented sigh. "Now, I need to get to work."

He rose and quickly made his way to the bath, letting the warm water give him a fresh start for the morning.

Steam curled around him.

Refreshed and invigorated, he stepped out, wrapping himself in his teacher’s robe before striding toward his classroom.

There was a lightness to his step, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Having great food and a competent, beautiful capable companion by his side was a rare luxury, one that made even the simplest morning feel like a victory.

Now, as he walked, a new thought flickered in his mind... a quiet, mischievous thought of him getting his first woman in his harem that made the corners of his lips twitch upward.

Soon, he mused internally, letting the idea linger. He had all the ti in the world, and patience was a virtue he now mastered amongst many others.

"Take care, Master Lin Feng! Have a good day!" Ery’s voice called from behind, clear and asured, carrying just the right amount of respect and warmth.

Lin Feng waved casually in response, his eyes not turning back.

He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, the posture of soone confident, calm, and unshakably aware of his own strength... a man who could move through the world like a hidden expert, unseen yet completely in control.

The morning air seed to follow him, filling the corridor with a quiet sense of authority and ease.

As for Ery, she lingered for a brief mont, watching him retreat with careful attention.

Then, with a fluid motion, she stepped through the portal Lin Feng had prepared, feeling the familiar tug of spatial distortion as it whisked her away.

True enough, she erged in her own universe, the colors and sounds of her world rushing back to greet her.

The transition was seamless, yet it left her with a profound sense of awe.

"Master Lin Feng is really... as deep as a well, and as profound as the laws of the world," she murmured to herself, her voice quiet but filled with respect.

She had spent her life fighting, surviving, and understanding countless threats, yet even she could feel the imnse, boundless depth of Lin Feng’s power.

There was a stillness in him, a calculated patience and strength that stretched beyond the limits of ordinary comprehension.

Ery inhaled deeply, the air of her own universe filling her lungs, yet her thoughts remained tethered to the man she had just served food.

With a asured nod, she prepared herself ntally, ready to continue her life in her universe for the mont, but already thinking ahead.

anwhile, Lin Feng had already returned to his classroom.

"Good morning, Teacher Lin Feng!" Wang Yuyan greeted brightly the mont he stepped inside.

Her voice was clear and lively, carrying a warmth that imdiately brightened the room.

Today, she wore flowing azure robes that matched Lin Feng’s own, the fabric shimring faintly under the morning light.

The robes hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her graceful curves and slender waist.

With every small movent she made, her twin peaks swayed subtly, drawing the eye like precious treasures catching sunlight.

Lin Feng instinctively looked away after only a brief glance.

He was well aware of her beauty, but he had no intention of indulging in lingering looks.

Discipline and composure were fundantal virtues for a cultivator and for a teacher.

Still, he couldn’t deny that standing side by side, dressed in similar colors, they looked remarkably harmonious together.

Anyone observing them from afar would likely assu they were deeply connected, perhaps even mistaking them for a pair rather than teacher and student.

"Good morning," Lin Feng replied calmly, his tone gentle yet authoritative.

He walked to the front of the classroom with unhurried steps, his presence alone enough to bring a sense of order and tranquility to the space.

Wang Yuyan returned to her seat at once, her posture straight and attentive, eyes shining with eagerness.

She folded her hands neatly in her lap, waiting for his next instruction, her expression full of anticipation.

"Let’s wait a bit, Yuyan," Lin Feng said softly. "There’s no rush."

With that, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his back, entering a state of ditation.

His breathing slowed, his aura stabilizing as he quietly connected with the surrounding world, sensing the subtle flows of spiritual energy in the room and beyond.

Wang Yuyan followed his example, closing her eyes as well.

Her thoughts imdiately turned to the Chaos Mantra he had taught her... a scripture so profound and vast that it felt like an endless sea.

She tried to recall every word, every rhythm, every subtle intent embedded within it.

She circulated her energy carefully, guiding it through her ridians with slow, deliberate control.

Yet no matter how hard she tried, she still could not enter that boundless, transcendent state Lin Feng had once described.

The enlightennt she sought felt like a distant horizon... visible, yet unreachable.

Frustration flickered in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

She reminded herself that such breakthroughs could not be forced.

Cultivation was a journey, not a race.

And so, she continued, breathing steadily, refusing to abandon her efforts even in the face of difficulty.

Silence filled the classroom.

The air felt calm, almost sacred, as ti slipped by unnoticed.

Outside, faint sounds of the academy waking... distant footsteps, murmured conversations, rustling leaves... drifted in, but none disturbed the tranquil atmosphere inside.

An hour passed.

Lin Feng remained motionless, as though carved from stone, his presence steady and unshakable.

Wang Yuyan, though still seated, felt a thin sheen of sweat forming on her brow from the effort of maintaining her circulation.

Yet she did not open her eyes, unwilling to break her focus.

Then...

The door of the classroom slowly opened with a soft creak.

A faint rush of air slipped inside, subtly disturbing the stillness.

Wang Yuyan’s eyelids fluttered, but she did not open them imdiately, maintaining her composure.

Lin Feng, however, sensed the change instantly.

His eyes opened calmly, sharp and clear, as he turned his gaze toward the doorway.