I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 312 The Only Thing Hotter Than This Brew is the Swor

anwhile, Daoist Limitless Sword’s breathing began to grow heavier, though he tried his best to conceal it.

His attacks did not slow, but a trace of disbelief had already crept into his eyes.

He could feel it clearly.

Every strike he delivered was like hitting an immovable mountain.

The force rebounded faintly through his blade, numbing his arm little by little.

Yet the one he was trying to kill stood there untouched, as if everything he was doing was aningless.

This realization was sothing he found difficult to accept.

But Lin Feng remained as he was calm, silent, and completely unshaken, as though the outco of this battle had never been in doubt from the very beginning.

At this mont, Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing did not move an inch.

The two stunning won stood quietly at the sides, their swords lowered with their tips resting lightly against the ground.

Their earlier panic had already faded, replaced by a strange calm.

They had simply forgotten.

Forgotten just how mysterious Lin Feng was... how unfathomably powerful he could be when he chose to reveal even a fraction of his strength.

Now that they had seen the turtle shell effortlessly block Daoist Limitless Sword’s relentless assault, the fear in their hearts gradually dissipated.

There was no need to intervene. No need to risk themselves.

Lin Feng was in no danger at all.

If anything... it was Daoist Limitless Sword who should be worried.

The two won exchanged a brief glance before returning their gaze to the battlefield.

In the end, they could only watch in silence, a faint trace of concern lingering in their eyes not for Lin Feng, but for Daoist Limitless Sword.

They hoped he would co to his senses and stop before he truly hard himself.

And yet, little did they know...

This exact situation was what Daoist Limitless Sword had been waiting for from the very beginning.

Why isn’t he attacking?! Daoist Limitless Sword roared inwardly, his thoughts spiraling with frustration.

Everything was going wrong.

He had carefully laid out countless sches, each more ticulous than the last, all for the sake of bringing Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing under his control.

As Nascent Soul elders, their status, strength, and beauty made them prizes worth any cost.

One of his most carefully crafted plans involved a young master from an ancient clan.

In his vision, Lin Feng would play the perfect role.

He would provoke Lin Feng, force him into attacking, and deliberately allow himself to be injured... severely injured.

He would make it appear as though he had fought bravely against an overwhelming opponent.

Then, at the critical mont, just before defeat, he would activate an escape talisman on Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing, sending them away from danger.

As for himself...

He would remain behind and choose to self-destruct, dragging Lin Feng down with him in a final, heroic sacrifice.

But that wasn’t the end of his plan.

Daoist Limitless Sword possessed a forbidden technique... one that ca at an imnse cost.

A resurrection art that would allow him to return from death, albeit in a weakened state.

After reviving, he would make his way back to the Nine Peaks Sword Sect, injured and on the brink of collapse.

By then, in the eyes of Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing, he would be nothing short of a hero.

A man who had risked everything to protect them. A man who had sacrificed his life to save theirs.

Under such circumstances, how could their hearts not waver?

They would personally tend to his injuries, stay by his side, and slowly... inevitably... fall into his grasp.

It was a flawless plan.

Or at least, it had been.

Unfortunately for him, everything had fallen apart the mont Lin Feng chose not to attack.

He simply stood there.

Defending.

Unmoving.

Uncooperative.

Daoist Limitless Sword’s expression twisted slightly, a flicker of madness surfacing in his eyes as his thoughts grew more frantic.

Without an injury... without being pushed to the brink... without Lin Feng playing his part...

His entire sche was aningless.

Every second that passed was another second his plan crumbled further into dust.

How could Lin Feng possibly not see through Daoist Limitless Sword’s thoughts?

With his ultimate perception, such sches were as clear as daylight.

This old fogey was indeed cunning and his plot was intricate, ruthless, and ticulously crafted.

To go to such lengths just to worm his way into the robes of peak beauties like Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing... it was almost admirable.

Almost.

Unfortunately for him, he had chosen the wrong opponent.

Provoking Lin Feng was the greatest mistake he could have made.

In front of soone like Lin Feng, all his calculations amounted to nothing more than a child’s scribbles.

Breaking through that turtle shell?

Daoist Limitless Sword might as well try eating his own swords every single day for a million years and hope to survive... it would be more realistic than breaching Lin Feng’s absurd defense.

"Zhiyan, co. Pour so tea," Lin Feng called out casually.

His tone was relaxed, as if he were sitting in a quiet courtyard rather than standing in the middle of a life-and-death battle.

Without the slightest concern, he lowered himself into a lotus position right on the spot, completely ignoring the storm of attacks crashing down upon him.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Daoist Limitless Sword continued his relentless assault, his blade flashing wildly as he poured more and more power into each strike.

The sounds of impact rang out endlessly, sharp and grating, yet still unable to penetrate the turtle shell in the slightest.

A few breaths later, Li Zhiyan quietly approached.

Her movents were graceful and composed, as though the chaos around her did not exist.

Carrying a tray, she stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for Lin Feng with steady hands, her expression calm and respectful.

Lin Feng accepted it without even glancing at the ongoing battle.

He raised the cup and took a slow sip.

anwhile, Daoist Limitless Sword was still attacking like a madman, his energy surging, his strikes growing more desperate with each passing mont.

One man fought with everything he had.

The other sat peacefully, sipping tea.

The contrast was so absurd that anyone watching would feel their sense of reality begin to fracture.

"Young Master Lin Feng is truly sothing else..." The powerhouses observing the battle from afar could hardly believe their eyes.