I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 392 Junior, This Gift is Too Heavy!

Moving silently, Li Yuhua walked toward a small cabinet and retrieved a bottle of fine wine.

Pouring herself a cup, she lifted it to her lips and took a slow sip.

The warmth spread through her chest.

But her thoughts only grew clearer.

Her fingers tightened ever so slightly around the cup as the sa idea surfaced once more, this ti refusing to be ignored.

"Master Lin Feng... likes mature won like ?" she murmured softly.

The words hung in the stillness of the room.

For a brief mont, she froze.

A faint tremor passed through her body, subtle yet undeniable.

It wasn’t fear, nor was it simple surprise.

It was sothing more complicated and an unfamiliar mixture of curiosity, self-awareness, and a hint of sothing she didn’t dare na.

She lowered her gaze, staring into the wine as its surface rippled gently.

mories surfaced unbidden... her own past, the years that had shaped her, the quiet dignity she had maintained despite everything life had thrown her way.

She was no longer young, yet she had not faded either.

Ti had only refined her, giving her a presence that younger won could not easily replicate.

Her body felt hot and her pink flower beca wet all of a sudden.

It has been many years since she last cooked rice as her husband was no longer on this world.

Her grip on the cup loosened slightly as she let out a soft breath.

"This is absurd..." she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

If it were anyone else, she would have dismissed the thought imdiately.

But Lin Feng... from everything she had heard, he was far from ordinary.

His preferences, his actions... they did not follow conventional expectations.

That was precisely what made the thought so difficult to ignore.

Li Yuhua shook her head lightly, as if trying to dispel it.

But even as she did, she found herself unable to fully push it away.

Instead, it lingered... quiet, persistent, and strangely vivid.

Outside, the night remained still.

Inside, however, her thoughts continued to stir, long after the cup in her hand had gone empty.

***

Morning arrived quietly, and before long, Lin Feng was already standing in the open field, conducting his class as usual.

The early sunlight stretched across the grounds, casting long shadows as his voice carried clearly through the air.

The students listened with rapt attention.

Every explanation, every demonstration, every casual remark he made seed to hold profound aning to them.

What once felt like ordinary guidance had, over ti, beco sothing they deeply respected even revered.

By the ti the lesson ca to an end, the atmosphere was filled with admiration.

Many of the students looked at him with shining eyes, their gazes filled with respect, even a hint of awe.

To them, Lin Feng was no longer just a ntor... he was soone far beyond their reach, yet still willing to guide them.

Lin Feng gave a small nod, his expression calm as ever.

"That’s enough for today," he said lightly. "Review what you’ve learned."

"Yes, ntor Lin Feng!" the students responded in unison.

With that, the class dispersed, though many lingered for a mont longer, reluctant to leave.

Eventually, one by one, they departed, still discussing his teachings among themselves.

Lin Feng turned, preparing to head off for lunch.

"ntor Lin Feng..."

The voice that called out to him was soft—so soft it almost blended into the breeze.

He paused and glanced back.

Standing there was Liu Yang, one of his original students.

The boy had always been quiet, rarely speaking unless called upon.

Even now, he stood sowhat stiffly, his posture betraying a mix of nervousness and determination.

Lin Feng’s gaze softened slightly.

"Yes, Liu Yang?" he asked.

Liu Yang hesitated. For a brief mont, it seed as though he might lose his nerve altogether.

His hands clenched lightly at his sides, and his eyes flickered with uncertainty.

But then, as if reminding himself not to waste Lin Feng’s ti, he took a small breath and spoke.

"It’s like this, ntor Lin Feng... today is my father’s birthday," he said, his voice still carrying a trace of shyness.

"He... he wanted to invite you to attend a small feast at our residence."

After saying that, Liu Yang lowered his head slightly, waiting.

In truth, it was indeed his father’s birthday.

However, the invitation itself was sothing Liu Yang had taken upon himself.

His father had only ntioned it casually in passing, with no real intention of inviting anyone of Lin Feng’s status.

The Liu family held a respectable position within Clear Moon City... they were wealthy and well-established.

But compared to the true peak clans, they were still lacking.

Even so, Liu Yang had gathered his courage to extend the invitation.

After all... he knew that Lin Feng had once attended Ning Xi’s grandmother’s birthday banquet.

That single fact had planted a small hope in his heart.

And so, he stood there quietly, waiting for Lin Feng’s response, his heart beating just a little faster than usual.

Lin Feng released a faint strand of his divine sense, and in an instant, he grasped the situation from beginning to end.

Nothing escaped his perception... the casual remark made by Liu Yang’s father, the boy’s earnest misunderstanding, and the hope he now carried in his heart.

For a brief mont, Lin Feng fell silent. Then, a small smile ford on his lips.

Liu Yang was only ten years old... far too young to discern the subtleties of adult speech.

To him, his father’s offhand comnt had beco sothing sincere, sothing worth acting on.

There was no calculation behind it, no hidden motive... only pure, childlike intention to please his father.

Lin Feng couldn’t bring himself to shatter that.

"Of course," he said warmly. "A birthday feast sounds quite enjoyable. I’ll be there, Liu Yang."

The boy’s eyes lit up instantly.

"Thank you, ntor Lin Feng!" Liu Yang said, unable to hide his happiness.

His earlier nervousness vanished, replaced by excitent.