I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 341 Why is Your Spirit Root Hardening During Meditat

And that was exactly what Lin Feng did.

After breakfast, he set his cup down and rose to his feet without much explanation.

His gaze swept across the courtyard before settling on Ling Lan.

"Co with ," he said simply.

There was no room for misunderstanding.

Ling Lan’s heart skipped a beat.

She imdiately stood up, her movents almost instinctive, and followed after him without the slightest hesitation like a devoted wife answering her husband’s call.

As the two disappeared toward the inner chambers, the atmosphere at the table visibly shifted.

The remaining won exchanged glances. Curiosity flickered in their eyes.

"What do you think he’s planning?" Chen Nuo whispered, unable to hide her curiosity.

Yun Wanqing didn’t answer right away, though her gaze lingered thoughtfully in the direction Lin Feng had gone.

"Whatever it is... it’s not sothing ordinary," she said quietly.

Li Zhiyan narrowed her eyes slightly, her thoughts moving faster than the others.

After everything she had witnessed, she knew one thing for certain... whenever Lin Feng acted like this, sothing significant was about to happen.

Even Li Ruoxi, though outwardly indifferent, allowed her gaze to drift ever so slightly toward the chambers.

None of them followed. But none of them truly let go of their attention either.

***

Inside the chamber, the outside world seed to fade away.

The room was quiet, almost secluded, with only the faint sound of their breathing filling the space.

Ling Lan stood near the center, her hands lightly clasped together.

Though she tried to appear calm, the slight rise and fall of her chest betrayed her nervousness.

Being alone with Lin Feng always stirred sothing within her... a mixture of anticipation, admiration, and sothing deeper she didn’t dare na.

"Is Lin Feng going to eat again?" Ling Lan shivered and blushed at the sa ti after thinking what Lin Feng was going to do to her.

Lin Feng turned to face her, his expression composed, his eyes carrying a rare hint of seriousness.

"Do you want to beco a cultivator as well, Ling Lan?" he asked.

The words hit her instantly. Her mind went blank.

For a mont, she simply stood there, stunned, as if ti itself had slowed down.

"A... cultivator?" she repeated softly, almost in disbelief.

Her fingers tightened slightly as reality caught up to her thoughts.

A complicated expression appeared on her face... hope, longing... and then, inevitably, disappointnt.

"Yes... I do," she admitted after a pause, her voice quieter now. "More than anything."

She lowered her gaze slightly.

"But... that isn’t possible, Lin Feng. I don’t have a spiritual root."

There was a faint tremor in her voice, the kind that ca from a long-held regret.

In this world, talent decided everything.

Without a spiritual root, no matter how hard one tried, the path of cultivation remained forever out of reach.

Or so she had always believed.

"Being born without a spiritual root isn’t a problem," Lin Feng said calmly.

Ling Lan’s head snapped up, her eyes widening as she looked at him.

For a brief mont, she thought she had misheard.

"I have a thod," he continued, his tone even, as if he were stating sothing trivial. "One that can allow you to step onto the path of cultivation."

Her breathing stopped.

Hope surged within her chest so suddenly it almost hurt.

"But..." Lin Feng added, his gaze sharpening slightly, "it will be extrely painful."

The word painful lingered in the air. Not ordinary pain.

Sothing far beyond what she had ever experienced.

He didn’t rush her. Instead, he simply watched, allowing her to make her own decision.

"Are you willing to go through it?"

Silence filled the room. Ling Lan stood there, her thoughts racing.

Pain. Fear. Uncertainty. All of it rose up within her at once. But alongside it... ca sothing stronger.

If she remained like this, she would grow old. She would wither.

One day, she would be nothing more than a fleeting mory. But Lin Feng...

He would continue forward. He would live for hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

And she... would be left behind.

No. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be soone who could only watch from afar.

She wanted to stand beside him. To follow him. To remain with him... for as long as possible.

Her hesitation vanished.

"Yes!"

The answer ca out almost like a gasp, filled with urgency and determination.

"I’m willing!" she said again, her eyes shining as she looked directly at him. "No matter how painful it is... I’ll endure it."

There was no trace of doubt left in her voice. Only great resolve.

A few minutes later, a sharp cry shattered the calm of the courtyard.

Ling Lan’s voice, filled with intense pain and agony, echoed from within Lin Feng’s chambers.

It was raw and uncontrollable, sending a chill through everyone who heard it.

The won outside imdiately reacted.

One after another, their spiritual senses extended toward the room, no longer bothering with restraint.

This ti, Lin Feng had not sealed the chamber at all and everything happening inside was laid bare before them.

And what they saw... Left them stunned.

Ling Lan’s body trembled violently as she sat on a lotus position on the bed, her face pale, her lips trembling as cries escaped her uncontrollably.

Streams of spiritual energy surged around her, dense and turbulent, almost wild in nature.

Sitting behind her, Lin Feng remained calm. His expression was focused, his movents precise.

His hand hovered near her, guiding that violent energy and forcing it into her body.

"Is... what I’m seeing real?" Ning Xi muttered under her breath, her voice shaking.

"Lin Feng... he’s forming a spiritual root inside Ling Lan’s body," Tang Aining said slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"But how is that even possible?" Li Ruoxi added, her usual composure completely shaken.

The scene defied everything they knew.

Granting soone a spiritual root wasn’t entirely impossible but it was sothing that required heaven-defying resources.

High-grade pills, rare dicinal fruits, or legendary treasures... even then, success was never guaranteed.