I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 393 The Ancestor Emerges from Seclusion Just for the

In Liu Yang’s heart, he had believed that his ntor wouldn’t let him down and now that belief had been confird.

But just as he was about to step back, he suddenly rembered sothing.

"Oh...one more thing, ntor Lin Feng," Liu Yang added, his voice lowering slightly.

He hesitated for a second before stepping closer to Lin Feng, standing on his toes as he leaned in to whisper.

"Father said... he hopes ntor Lin Feng can co alone."

After saying that, Liu Yang instinctively glanced behind Lin Feng.

There stood the won who often accompanied him... each one possessing a presence that was difficult to ignore.

Even Liu Yang, young as he was, could sense that they were far from ordinary.

And in his mind, his father’s exact words resurfaced, clear as day...

"Make sure to tell your teacher to co alone, Yang’er. I want your mother to be the only beautiful woman at my birthday feast. Your teacher is impressive, but the won around him are simply too dazzling. We don’t want them stealing all the attention."

At the ti, his father had spoken in a joking tone, laughing as he said it.

But Liu Yang had taken it seriously.

Now, after delivering the ssage word for word, he looked back at Lin Feng with an innocent expression, completely unaware of the deeper implications behind it.

"Of course, that’s no problem at all, Liu Yang," Lin Feng replied, his smile widening, a hint of warmth flickering in his eyes.

To him, this was nothing more than a small promise to a child. Yet to Liu Yang, it ant the world.

After a brief exchange, Lin Feng turned to Ning Xi and the others.

His expression softened slightly as he inford them that he had other matters to attend to and would et them later.

Though they were curious, none of them questioned him.

With his current status, it was only natural for him to have countless obligations.

Monts later, Lin Feng boarded the Liu family carriage.

The horses neighed softly as the carriage rolled forward, its wheels clattering against the stone-paved streets.

Along the way, many passersby turned their heads, their gazes drawn to the luxurious carriage bearing the Liu Clan’s insignia.

None of them could have imagined that the person sitting inside was the very man who had shaken the entire city just a day ago.

Inside the carriage, Liu Yang sat upright, his small face filled with excitent.

Every now and then, he would sneak glances at Lin Feng, as if afraid that this was all just a dream.

The journey did not last long.

Soon, the carriage slowed as it approached the grand gates of the Liu Clan estate.

The gates themselves were wide open, as servants moved in and out nonstop, carrying trays of food, bundles of decorations, and jars of fine wine.

The entire estate was alive with activity.

It was Liu Yang’s father’s birthday, after all... a joyous occasion that the Liu Clan had decided to celebrate with great enthusiasm.

Lanterns were being hung across the courtyards, red banners fluttered in the wind, and the aroma of delicious food already lingered in the air.

The mont the carriage ca to a halt, a servant quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

Liu Yang jumped out first, his excitent barely contained.

But just as he was about to say sothing, Lin Feng calmly stepped down behind him.

That single step... It was as if the entire world fell silent for a brief mont.

Several nearby servants froze mid-motion, their eyes widening as they stared at Lin Feng in disbelief.

"Isn’t that... ntor Lin Feng?" one of them whispered, his voice trembling.

"That can’t be. It must be soone who looks like him," another said, though even he didn’t sound convinced.

"Master Liu Yichen never ntioned that ntor Lin Feng would be coming..." a third added, his brows furrowed deeply.

Their voices were hushed, filled with uncertainty.

After all, soone like Lin Feng... why would he appear at a small birthday celebration in the Liu Clan?

But their doubts did not last long. Lin Feng began walking forward.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, yet each one carried an indescribable sense of calm authority.

His posture was upright, his expression composed, and his hands were clasped behind his back like a true master who stood above the world.

An invisible pressure seed to spread with his presence alone.

The closer he got, the clearer it beca. No one could imitate that kind of aura.

No one could fake that level of composure.

In that instant, realization struck them all like a bolt of lightning.

"It’s really ntor Lin Feng!"

"Quick! Call the master! Hurry!"

Panic erupted like a storm.

The servants who had been calmly working just monts ago were now thrown into complete chaos.

So dropped what they were carrying, while others stumbled as they rushed off in different directions.

A few even hastily straightened their clothes and bowed deeply, their heads lowered so low that they almost touched the ground, not daring to look at Lin Feng directly.

Their hearts pounded violently in their chests.

After all... who was Lin Feng?

He was the man who had defeated a Spirit Severing Realm powerhouse just yesterday.

That battle had already spread throughout the entire city, becoming the talk of countless cultivators and clans.

His na had risen to an unimaginable height overnight, turning him into a figure that no one dared to offend.

To ordinary people like them, Lin Feng was no different from a god walking among mortals.

If they were to offend him even slightly, it wouldn’t take more than a casual wave of his hand for the entire Liu Clan to be wiped out without leaving a trace.

Such was the gap between them.

Even the clan elders would have to treat him with utmost respect... what more could re servants do?

As the panic spread, one servant ran faster than the rest, his face pale as he rushed toward the inner sanctum of the clan.