I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 354 The Spear God’s Tip is Unusually Hot

A faint ripple of spiritual energy spread from her body, causing the air itself to tremble.

"It’s been a long ti since I’ve indulged in the crude and barbaric ways of this cultivation world..." she continued, her tone steady yet carrying a dangerous edge. "Perhaps today, I’ll make an exception."

Truthfully, this wasn’t just about the Celestial Sandalwood anymore. She was curious.

Curious about Lin Feng’s thods. Curious about the miracles people whispered about. Curious about the calm confidence he carried as if nothing in this world could threaten him.

And the fastest way to uncover the truth... Was through battle. Across from her, Lin Feng showed no sign of surprise. If anything, he seed almost... unsurprised.

"As you wish," he replied calmly. He rose to his feet, dusting his sleeves lightly as if preparing for nothing more than a casual stroll.

"Let’s take this outside, shall we?" he added, glancing around the hall. "I wouldn’t want to ruin the celebration."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and began walking toward the exit, his steps steady and unhurried. Qin Ran followed imdiately. Step for step.

The distance between them remained constant, neither closing nor widening, as if an unspoken tension bound their movents together. Behind them, the once lively hall fell into stunned silence.

Then... It erupted.

"They’re going to fight?!"

"Elder Qin Ran herself is making a move?!"

"This... this is sothing you only see once in a lifeti!" The crowd scrambled to their feet, excitent surging through them as they rushed to follow. Outside, the atmosphere had already begun to change.

The calm sky seed heavier. The wind stilled. And an invisible pressure slowly descended upon the area... As if the heavens themselves were anticipating the clash between two extraordinary figures.

Just as the tension reached its peak and everyone believed the battle would erupt at any mont... Lin Feng suddenly raised his hand.

"Wait," he said calmly. "Before we begin, let take care of sothing first."

The next mont, the ring on his finger flickered with light and shot into the air. It expanded rapidly, transforming mid-flight into a massive, turtle-like phantom hand.

With a heavy, sweeping motion, the giant hand struck the ground around them.

BOOM!

Earth and stone surged upward as if summoned by an unseen force. Dust spiraled into the sky, and within seconds, a swirling barrier of rock and debris ford, sealing Lin Feng and Qin Ran inside.

The formation continued to stabilize, layers of energy weaving together like a living storm. The spectators were stunned.

"What... what is he doing?"

"Why create a formation now?"

Before anyone could figure it out, a curious clansman stepped forward and reached out to touch the spinning barrier...

"OUCH!" A sharp crack rang out as his hand was violently repelled, bones snapping from the impact. He stumbled back, clutching his arm in agony.

"Move away!" an elder imdiately shouted, his expression turning serious. "Don’t touch it! It’s clear Master Lin Feng doesn’t want anyone interfering in this fight!"

The crowd quickly retreated, fear replacing curiosity. Even from a distance, they could feel the strange power radiating from the formation... unpredictable and dangerous.

Soon, a wide empty space ford around the barrier. No one dared step closer.

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anwhile, inside the swirling enclosure, the outside world was completely cut off. The roaring winds dulled into a faint hum, and an eerie stillness settled between the two figures.

Qin Ran slowly walked forward, her eyes scanning the improvised formation with a hint of curiosity. She reached out and lightly pressed her palm against the barrier.

A faint crack appeared where her fingers touched. She withdrew her hand, her brows lifting slightly.

"So it’s not that strong..." she murmured. The structure itself wasn’t particularly durable at least not to soone of her level. She could break it if she truly wanted to. But that wasn’t the point.

She could neither see outside nor extend her spiritual sense beyond it. Likewise, no one outside could see what was happening within. It was a perfect isolation field.

Qin Ran turned back to Lin Feng, her gaze sharpening.

"Why go through all this trouble?" she asked. Lin Feng simply shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"It’s simple," he replied casually. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he looked at her.

"I just don’t want my reputation to suffer in this city," he continued lightly, "if people see defeating a beautiful woman like you, Elder Qin Ran."

For a split second... Silence. Then, a subtle shift in the air. Qin Ran’s eyes narrowed. Was he... mocking her? Or was that confidence?

In response, Qin Ran let out a soft laugh, the sound carrying a trace of amusent rather than anger.

"The arrogance of youth truly knows no bounds," she said with a faint sigh.

Though she acknowledged that Lin Feng likely ca from an ancient lineage just like herself, she didn’t believe for a mont that he could surpass her.

In her eyes, most so-called young masters were all the sa... powerful, yes, but only when compared to the weaker cultivators of this continent. She, however, was different.

She was no longer young. Her experience alone far exceeded theirs, and more importantly, she possessed one of the most formidable treasures of her clan.

With that backing, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say she could walk this continent freely... without fear of ridicule or opposition. She could even walk sideways and nobody would dare laugh at her.

Her confidence was not blind. It was earned.

"As your senior," Qin Ran continued, her tone turning calm yet authoritative, "even if we both hail from ancient lineages, I will give you the chance to strike first."

She looked at him steadily, her presence firm and unshakable.

"I wouldn’t want you claiming I gave you no opportunity. Because once I make my move..." her voice grew colder, "...you won’t get another chance to strike again."

"Hmmm? That was supposed to be my line!" Lin Feng mused inwardly and was surprised. He could not believe that he would also get slapped with his very own lines.