I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 391 Counting 10,000 Spirit Sheep in Order to Sleep

Every second felt like an hour, every breath weighed down by an unbearable pressure that crushed both body and mind.

Lu Ben struggled, resisted, fought with everything he had but it was like sinking into a bottomless abyss.

The more he tried, the deeper he fell. Not far away, Shi Dong could only watch.

His body was completely immobilized, as if bound by invisible chains. Not even a finger could move.

His eyes, however, were wide open, forced to take in everything unfolding before him.

And what he saw... It shattered him.

A cold, creeping dread wrapped around his heart, tightening with every passing mont.

The reality of his own helplessness sank in, heavy and suffocating.

Sooner or later...

That would be him.

The thought alone was enough to make his entire body tremble. His lower hole clenched instinctively.

Fear gripped him so tightly that even his breathing beca shallow and uneven.

For the first ti in a long while, Shi Dong truly understood what it ant to face sothing far beyond his control.

And the realization broke sothing inside him.

***

anwhile, Lin Feng was already imrsed in the warmth and affection of the won around him.

The atmosphere in the room was gentle and inviting, filled with a quiet intimacy that soothed both body and mind.

He had deliberately chosen not to visit Su Muyao that night and not cook rice with her.

This was not out of neglect, but out of consideration.

He understood her situation well. Su Muyao was not just a woman by his side and she was also a mother.

Su Wanwan depended on her, and Lin Feng had no intention of taking that role away from the little girl.

In his view, affection should never beco a burden.

Still, that didn’t an he would distance himself completely.

He had already planned things out in his mind.

Tomorrow, he would visit her again, and after that, he would maintain a steady rhythm and perhaps every other day.

That way, he could balance everything without creating tension or neglect.

And truthfully... he wasn’t lacking in attention.

Ning Xi sat close by, her presence calm and comforting, always knowing exactly how to ease his mind.

Ye Jian, on the other hand, carried a more spirited energy, often bringing a lively spark into the room.

Tang Aining was gentle yet attentive, her every action filled with quiet care, while Ling Lan had a boldness to her that made her all the more alluring.

Each of them, in their own way, tried their best to stay by his side to please him by sucking on his yang spear.

What amused Lin Feng the most was the obvious competition between them.

It wasn’t open or hostile, but it was there... woven into their glances, their actions, even the smallest gestures.

None of them spoke of it outright, yet the intent was clear. And strangely enough, it didn’t create conflict.

Instead, it brought a kind of lively harmony to the atmosphere like a quiet ga only they all understood.

Lin Feng leaned back slightly, watching them with a faint smile.

There was sothing undeniably satisfying about being at the center of such attention, about knowing that each of them cared enough to take him deep into their throats.

For a brief mont, all the struggles, dangers, and responsibilities he carried felt distant.

Here, surrounded by warmth and beauty, Lin Feng allowed himself to simply exist.

And as he looked at the won around him, each unique in her own way, a quiet thought surfaced in his mind...

If monts like this could last forever, he truly wouldn’t ask for anything more.

***

However, at that sa ti, Li Zhiyan was engaged in a deeply important conversation with her mother.

Sitting across from her, she spoke without concealnt, recounting everything that had happened during her ti by Lin Feng’s side.

From the mont she beca his maidservant to the days that followed, she described it all... his temperant, his treatnt of those around him, the atmosphere within his residence, and the won who stood beside him.

Her voice remained composed, but there was a quiet sincerity in every word.

She did not exaggerate, nor did she omit anything significant.

To her, this was not just a story... it was sothing her mother deserved to understand fully.

When she finally finished, the room fell into a gentle silence.

Li Yuhua sat there, absorbing everything her daughter had said.

After a mont, she exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing as a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Young Master Lin Feng truly is an honorable man, Yan’er," she said, her voice calm and certain.

"To be able to treat those around him with such care... that is not sothing just anyone can do. The won by his side are fortunate."

There was even a trace of admiration in her tone.

Yet beneath that calm exterior, a small, persistent thought had already taken root.

It was hidden, almost imperceptible at first, like a ripple beneath still water.

She did not give it voice, nor did she allow it to show on her face. But it was there. And it lingered.

"Hm..." Li Zhiyan nodded softly, reassured by her mother’s reaction.

The two continued speaking for a while longer.

Their conversation gradually shifted to lighter matters... small, everyday things that brought a sense of normalcy back into the room.

Eventually, as the night deepened, they bid each other goodnight and retired to their rooms.

Everything seed peaceful. Yet peace did not co easily to Li Yuhua. An hour passed.

Then another.

She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind refusing to settle.

No matter how she tried to clear her thoughts, fragnts of her daughter’s words kept resurfacing... Lin Feng’s actions, his deanor, the way he treated the won around him.

With a quiet sigh, she sat up and tried to do sothing to calm her troubled mind and bothered body.

The room was dim, illuminated only by faint moonlight filtering through the window.