I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 434 A Divine Spirit Vessel with Zero Cupholders (Bon

Li Zhiyan and her mother, Li Yuhua, spoke for a long ti.

What began as a simple question turned into a deep and complicated conversation.

At tis, their voices rose slightly... at others, they fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

By the ti they finally stepped out of the room, the tension between them had not completely vanished but it had changed, becoming sothing quieter, heavier, yet more understanding.

While all of this unfolded, Lin Feng carried on as if nothing had happened.

Out in the open fields of the academy, he had already set up a makeshift classroom.

There were no walls, no grand halls... just a vast stretch of land beneath a bright, cloud-dotted sky.

The sun shone warmly overhead, illuminating the enormous gathering before him.

And enormous was no exaggeration.

What had once been a modest group had now grown into a crowd of more than eleven thousand.

People continued to arrive each day... disciples, elders, and even clan representatives sending their mbers to attend Lin Feng’s teachings and be his student.

These were not children or inexperienced youths. Many were full-grown cultivators, seasoned warriors, and even aging experts who had long been stuck at bottlenecks in their cultivation.

They ca for one reason. Answers.

Lin Feng stood at the front, his posture relaxed, his presence calm yet commanding.

One after another, questions were raised and problems that had plagued cultivators for years, sotis even decades.

And one after another, he answered them.

His explanations were clear, precise, and often shockingly insightful.

Complex cultivation theories were broken down into simple concepts, hidden flaws were pointed out effortlessly, and paths forward were laid bare before those who had once been lost.

To many, it felt almost miraculous.

Problems that no master had been able to solve... were resolved with just a few words from him.

Yet... Not everyone received an answer. From ti to ti, Lin Feng would simply shake his head.

"That question is far beyond my understanding," he would say calmly. "Perhaps only the high heavens know of such matters."

His tone carried no arrogance, no mockery... only quiet humility.

And because of that, most people accepted it without question.

After all, even soone as extraordinary as Lin Feng couldn’t possibly know everything... right?

But there were also those who felt confused.

Why did he answer so of the most complex questions with ease, yet refuse or claim ignorance toward others that didn’t seem nearly as difficult?

It didn’t make sense. Only Lin Feng himself knew the truth. It was not that he lacked the answers.

It was that he chose not to give them.

As he stood there, listening to yet another question, his gaze briefly swept across the crowd... sharp, perceptive, seeing far more than what appeared on the surface.

"So paths..." he thought quietly, "...should not be allowed to advance."

The ones he refused were not random.

They were individuals whose auras carried sothing darker... malice, cruelty, or the faint traces of bloodshed that went beyond re survival.

Helping such people break through their limits would only bring greater harm into the world.

And that... was sothing Lin Feng had no intention of doing.

He saw himself as a beacon of hope and a bastion for all that was just.

The dark side of the force held no sway over him and he was convinced his light was too bright to ever be eclipsed by shadow.

So instead, he smiled faintly and gave the sa answer once more...

An answer that sounded humble... But hid a deliberate choice.

"Class dismissed."

Lin Feng’s voice carried calmly across the vast field, yet to him, those two simple words felt unusually satisfying today.

It was Tuesday.

And in his mind, that ant only one thing.

Su Muyao.

He stood at the front of the makeshift classroom, his expression composed and serious as always, hands clasped behind his back like a proper teacher.

To the outside world, he appeared dignified, unhurried, and completely imrsed in his role.

But inside...

"Hurry up and leave already..." he thought, his gaze sweeping across the massive crowd of students. "All of you."

For once, the ever-patient Lin Feng found himself... impatient.

He had already planned everything.

Once the students dispersed, he would head straight to Su Muyao’s residence.

A quiet evening, good company, perhaps even a chance to relax after days of constant teaching and cook rice with Su Muyao.

Yet, as always... Plans rarely went exactly as intended.

"Look! Sothing’s coming from the sky!"

A startled voice broke the rhythm of the dispersing crowd.

"I see three huge flying boats!"

"Are you blind? Look closer! there’s more than that!"

The murmurs quickly spread, growing louder as more people lifted their heads to look above.

Lin Feng frowned slightly and followed their gaze.

The sky, once clear and bright, was now dotted with shadows.

Dozens...

Hundreds of flying boats were approaching from the distance, their silhouettes growing larger with each passing second.

They moved in formation, vast and imposing, their presence alone enough to stir the air and cast long shadows over Clear Moon City.

The sheer scale of it was impossible to ignore.

Even Lin Feng’s earlier thoughts were montarily pushed aside.

"...That’s excessive," he muttered under his breath.

As if by silent agreent, the fleet slowed before reaching the city, descending just outside its borders.

One after another, the massive vessels landed, their arrival shaking the ground faintly beneath everyone’s feet.

But they did not remain there for long.

Soon, figures began rising into the air... cultivators from each flying boat, all heading in the sa direction.

Toward the Spirit Spring Academy.

Toward him.

Within monts, the first of them arrived.

An elderly man stepped forward from the crowd, his aura vast and steady, his presence commanding yet restrained.

Without hesitation, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply toward Lin Feng.

"We greet and honor dicine King Lin Feng!"

His voice was loud... so loud that it echoed across the entire academy grounds.