I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 345 Lusting After His Peerless Sword! It’s Long, Sha

"I wish I were even half as impressive as Young Master Lin Feng..." one man muttered, unable to hide the envy in his eyes.

"Sa... just look at him," another added with a bitter smile. "Status, strength, and beauties! He has everything!"

"Hmph, both of you should take a good look at yourselves first," a third man scoffed, clearly annoyed. "You’re just toads dreaming of eating swan at."

"That’s easy for you to say!" the first man snapped back. "If you had his face and his ability, you’d be doing the exact sa thing!"

The surrounding group chuckled, though not without a hint of tension.

"Still..." soone else spoke up more thoughtfully, "there’s a reason he stands where he does. It’s not just luck. A man like him doesn’t simply gather such won without the strength to back it up."

"That’s true," another nodded. "Do you really think those won would follow soone weak? Especially ones like them?"

The conversation gradually shifted from mockery to reluctant admiration. Even those who felt jealous couldn’t deny the obvious. Lin Feng wasn’t just fortunate...

He was qualified. More than qualified even!

He didn’t even have to do all that much. All he needed to do was whistle, and won would be lining up to spread their legs and beg to have him in their bed.

That was how overpowered being rich, handso, and powerful was in a cultivation world!

Sowhere in the crowd, a few won also watched quietly, their eyes lingering on Lin Feng longer than they intended. A man with such presence, power, and appearance was naturally hard to ignore.

anwhile, at the center of it all, Lin Feng remained completely indifferent. The whispers, the envy, the admiration... none of it reached him. Or rather, none of it mattered.

With steady steps, he began walking forward, his group following closely behind. The crowd instinctively parted to make way, as if an invisible pressure forced them aside. No one dared to block his path.

As they entered deeper into the Ning Clan estate, the attention didn’t fade and it only followed them, lingering like a shadow. For many, this was simply the arrival of an honored guest.

But for others... it was a reminder.

A reminder of the overwhelming gap between themselves and the man who had just walked past them so effortlessly.

When the Ning Clan elders saw Lin Feng arrive, their expressions imdiately lit up as they hurried forward with exaggerated enthusiasm, bowing slightly in greeting.

"Welco, Young Master Lin Feng, to our humble Ning Clan!"

"Your presence truly brings brilliance to our gathering!"

"Please, make yourself at ho. We have already prepared everything with utmost care."

One voice after another followed, each elder trying to sound more respectful than the last.

Their smiles were wide, almost overly polished, as though they feared missing even a single opportunity to leave a good impression.

At the sa ti, Ning Xi naturally beca the focus of their praise as well.

"Truly, Ning Xi has done well for the clan," one elder continued, nodding approvingly. "The younger generation should take her as a model of dedication."

"She has brought great honor to us," another added.

"Indeed, without her efforts, we would not have the opportunity to host Young Master Lin Feng today."

Their words were flattering on the surface, but the implication behind them was clear.

In their eyes, Ning Xi’s value was now closely tied to her connection with Lin Feng, and they were not subtle about expressing it.

So of the younger clan mbers even looked at her with complicated expressions, as if trying to asure what she had done to earn such a position. Despite all this, Ning Xi remained composed.

She stood gracefully beside Lin Feng, her posture straight and her expression calm. There was no trace of anger or embarrassnt on her face, only quiet acceptance.

"I only did what I could for the clan," she replied softly. "If I can contribute even in a small way, that is enough for ."

Her words were humble, but steady. She did not try to justify herself or correct their assumptions. In truth, she had long understood how cultivator clans operated.

Praise and status were often shaped by usefulness, and usefulness was often tied to influence. Lin Feng’s influence simply magnified everything around her.

Still, she did not fear misunderstanding from Lin Feng. If anything, she trusted him more than that. He was not soone who jumped to conclusions based on surface-level appearances.

In her eyes, Lin Feng seed to understand people’s intentions with unsettling clarity, as though nothing could be hidden from him for long.

After the initial greetings, Lin Feng and his group were guided into the main celebration hall.

The hall was vast and elegantly decorated, filled with long tables, fine dishes, and seated guests from various families and factions.

Music played softly in the background, and servants moved carefully between tables, ensuring everything remained orderly. As Lin Feng entered, the atmosphere visibly shifted.

Conversations lowered. Glances turned. Even those who had been speaking casually monts before now beca more restrained.

He did not need to speak or act forcefully... his presence alone was enough to change the mood of the entire room.

Elders and guests alike continued to offer greetings as he passed, each one more polite than the last.

So even stood up slightly from their seats as he walked by, showing respect that bordered on reverence. But beneath all the formal courtesy, emotions stirred quietly among the crowd.

Many of the n could not hide their envy.

"Why does it feel like wherever Young Master Lin Feng goes, the world revolves around him..." one man muttered under his breath.

"It’s not just feeling," another replied bitterly. "Look at him. Strength, status, beauty... everything follows him."

"He doesn’t even need to try," a third added. "People just naturally gather around him."

At the sa ti, the won of the Ning Clan were also observing carefully, especially Ning Xi.