I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 417 I Thought I Was the Protagonist Until the Sword

Long Aotian’s aura surged, a burst of energy threatening to erupt.

But under the overwhelming presence of Shi Hanfeng, it was forcibly suppressed, dissipating before it could fully form.

"This isn’t over!" Long Aotian spat, his voice trembling with fury. "You’d better wash your neck and wait! I’ll be coming for your head!"

The threat echoed through the hall, drawing even more attention.

Yet Lin Feng only chuckled softly.

There was no anger on his face, no trace of concern.

Only indifference.

"Heh..."

He turned away, as if Long Aotian no longer existed.

That should be my line, he mused inwardly, his thoughts cold and steady.

In his eyes, Long Aotian was already a dead man walking.

Lin Feng would, of course, not let go of soone like Long Aotian.

Compared to his cruelty, all the sick murderers back on Earth seem like harmless babies.

The mont he chose to stand against him... his fate had been sealed.

And Lin Feng...

Never left loose ends.

"Alright, everyone, the disturbance is over. I don’t want to hear another commotion like that again. I’ll be quite busy today."

Elder Shi Hanfeng’s voice rang through the hall like a resonant bell, instantly suppressing the lingering murmurs.

The crowd lowered their heads, not daring to provoke him further.

Without another word, he turned and gestured for Lin Feng and Deng Zimo to follow.

The three of them soon left the dicine Pavilion, boarding a carriage waiting outside.

The ride was quiet, the rhythmic clatter of wheels against stone the only sound accompanying them.

Deng Zimo sat stiffly, clearly aware that he was rely tagging along in a matter far beyond his level.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, appeared relaxed, his eyes half-closed as if he were simply out for a casual trip.

Shi Hanfeng said nothing.

Yet from ti to ti, his gaze would drift toward Lin Feng, thoughtful and asuring.

After so ti, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived before a grand estate.

Towering gates lood ahead, forged from dark tal and engraved with intricate patterns that faintly glowed under the light.

The walls stretched high and wide, exuding a quiet but undeniable sense of authority.

Even without stepping inside, one could tell that this was no ordinary residence.

It was only then that Shi Hanfeng finally broke the silence.

"You still have one chance to back out, young man."

His tone was calm, but there was a weight behind his words.

"Beyond these gates... if you make even the slightest mistake, it won’t just be failure. You’ll lose your life."

The warning lingered in the air.

Deng Zimo’s expression shifted slightly, a trace of unease flashing across his face.

Lin Feng, however, didn’t even hesitate.

"I don’t gamble with my life, Senior," he replied evenly. "I’m here for one thing and that’s to obtain the dicine King title, then leave in peace. After that, I’ll heal whoever I wish, whenever I wish."

He paused for a brief mont, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Though I have to say... your dicine Pavilion runs quite the business. Efficient and very very clever."

It sounded like praise. But there was an edge of criticism beneath it.

Shi Hanfeng glanced at him, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.

"Everything in this world revolves around who benefits and who interests," he said calmly.

"The sooner you understand that, the further you’ll go. No one acts without reason, and no one gives without expecting sothing in return."

Lin Feng gave a small nod.

"On that, we agree."

He didn’t continue the conversation, clearly uninterested in philosophical exchanges.

Whatever understanding lay between them was enough. Seeing this, Shi Hanfeng said no more.

He pushed the gate open. With a low, heavy creak, the doors parted.

The mont they stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.

Servants and guards along the path imdiately noticed Shi Hanfeng’s presence.

One after another, they lowered their heads and bowed silently, their movents respectful and practiced.

It was obvious that this old man was no stranger here and his status within this place was unquestionable.

They walked deeper into the estate. The further they went, the quieter it beca.

Even the air seed to grow heavier.

Eventually, they arrived before a final door at the end of a secluded corridor.

Two guards stood at either side, their expressions stern.

Yet the mont they saw Shi Hanfeng, they stepped aside without question.The door opened.

Creak!

A foul, suffocating sll rushed out instantly. It was the scent of decay.

Not the ordinary kind, but sothing far worse and sothing that carried a chilling, corrosive energy within it.

Death qi.

Thick. Dense. Almost tangible.

It clung to the air like a lingering curse, seeping into the surroundings and pressing down on the senses.

Even Deng Zimo couldn’t help but pale, instinctively taking a step back as his breathing grew uneasy.

Lin Feng’s brows furrowed slightly as he stepped inside.

His eyes swept across the room, taking in everything in a single glance.

"And here I thought you brought to heal soone, Senior..." he said slowly, a hint of surprise in his tone.

His gaze settled forward, sharp and assessing.

"Not to raise the dead."

"Hak hak hak hak!" A harsh, grating laugh burst from within the room, echoing against the walls like rust scraping across tal.

It was neither loud nor powerful, yet it carried an unsettling weight that made one’s skin crawl.

From the depths of the chamber, a figure slowly erged.

At first glance, it was hard to believe he was even alive.

The old man was little more than skin stretched over bone, his body thin to the point of grotesqueness.

His face was sunken, his cheekbones protruding sharply, and his eyes burned with a dim, eerie light that flickered like a candle on the verge of going out.

His hair hung in sparse, lifeless strands, and every step he took seed like it might be his last.