I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 464 Fighting the Ancient Demon King Over the Last Sk

Not only that, the big fatty even dragged a chair outside into the courtyard before sitting down comfortably as if preparing to watch a play.

He crossed his legs leisurely. Then he grabbed another cup of tea.

"Anyone want so?"

The surrounding people almost coughed blood. A nearby old cultivator hurriedly whispered in horror.

"Young master Yuan Bao, please lower your voice!"

"That is Daoist Soul Reaper!"

"An ancient Divine Tribulation Realm monster!"

"He once slaughtered three ancient sects in one night!"

"It is said rivers of blood stretched for millions of miles afterward!"

Yuan Bao blinked. Then he casually took another sip of tea.

"So what?"

The old cultivator froze. Yuan Bao pointed lazily toward the skies.

"Did that ugly old ghost ask Master Lin Feng for permission before barking above this city?"

The surrounding crowd sucked in cold breaths. Madman. This fat man was definitely insane. Or perhaps... He simply possessed blind faith in Lin Feng.

Because anyone who had personally witnessed Lin Feng’s terrifying thods would find it difficult to fear others afterward.

At that mont, high above the skies, Daoist Soul Reaper slowly lowered his gaze toward Clear Moon City. His eerie serious eyes flickered coldly.

Millions of ghostly screams echoed behind him as the dark clouds twisted violently.

"I will ask only once more."

His voice was no longer loud.

Yet strangely, every single living being in the city heard it clearly inside their minds.

"Where..."

"...are Ming Ye and Ming Xi?"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The pressure instantly multiplied several tis over. Entire streets collapsed. Buildings exploded apart.

Several city walls cracked violently as though struck by an invisible force. Countless people scread in terror.

Yet Daoist Soul Reaper still had not attacked directly.

This...

Was rely the pressure naturally released from his existence alone. The old monster’s gaze swept across the city indifferently like a god observing insects.

"If they are not returned..."

"...then every living thing within this city shall accompany them in death." His cold voice echoed endlessly throughout heaven and earth. And at that mont...

For the first ti in countless years... True despair descended upon Clear Moon City.

"I just woke up and haven’t even had breakfast yet, and already you co here to disturb my peace?" Lin Feng’s calm voice echoed softly through the air.

It was not loud. It was not forceful. Yet the mont those words landed, sothing strange happened across Clear Moon City.

The suffocating pressure that had been crushing everyone’s souls... weakened. Not abruptly like a shattered spell.

But as though an invisible hand had casually loosened its grip on the entire city.

Thousands of mortals who had been kneeling in despair suddenly felt air return to their lungs.

Cultivators who had been trembling on the verge of collapse lifted their heads in disbelief.

Then... A mont later... The entire city saw him. At the gates of Clear Moon City, Lin Feng stood calmly.

His posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as though he had just stepped out for a morning stroll instead of confronting a Divine Tribulation Realm existence capable of erasing cities.

For a brief mont, silence fell. Then the city erupted.

"Look! It’s Master Lin Feng!"

"He’s finally here!"

"We’re saved!"

"That ugly old monster is finished!"

"Master Lin Feng, kill him!"

"Don’t let him leave alive!"

The despair that had swallowed Clear Moon City just monts ago shattered instantly like glass under a hamr.

Mortals cried in relief, falling to their knees not in fear but in gratitude. So hugged their children tightly, laughing and crying at the sa ti.

Cultivators who had been ready to accept death now stared at Lin Feng as though they were witnessing the arrival of a divine being.

Hope returned so quickly it almost felt unreal. Outside the city gates, Lin Feng walked forward slowly. Step by step.

His hands were casually clasped behind his back, his expression calm and unbothered, as though the terrifying figure hovering above the skies was nothing more than background scenery.

On his right shoulder sat a small, sowhat absurd-looking chicken. It tilted its head, blinking lazily at the dark sky filled with death qi.

A few cultivators noticed it and paused for a split second. ...but then dismissed it entirely. Because this was Lin Feng.

A man who could wear rags and still make emperors lower their heads. A man whose presence alone made even ancient monsters pause and reconsider.

The pressure across the city continued to fade with each step he took. It was not a technique. Not a formation. Not a spell.

It was simply Lin Feng’s presence pushing back the suffocating aura of Daoist Soul Reaper like an unstoppable tide. Air returned. Light returned.

Even the cracked streets seed to stabilize as if the world itself exhaled in relief. One old cultivator whispered in shock, voice trembling:

"He... he is suppressing the aura just by walking..."

"That’s impossible..." Yet it was happening. High above, Daoist Soul Reaper’s eyes narrowed.

For the first ti since his arrival, sothing faintly like caution flickered within his gaze. The young man below him... Was wrong. Completely wrong. No overwhelming aura.

No visible cultivation pressure. No sign of spiritual turbulence at all. He looked like an ordinary mortal who had wandered into the wrong battlefield.

And yet... The death qi around Daoist Soul Reaper instinctively recoiled when Lin Feng appeared. It did not obey commands. It did not hesitate. It simply retreated.

As though encountering sothing it recognized... and feared. Lin Feng finally stopped at the open space outside the gates.

He raised his head slightly, looking directly at the old monster in the sky.

"And besides..." His tone remained relaxed, even slightly annoyed.

"Even if I released those two fools, you would still have co here to fight, wouldn’t you?" A faint pause. Then he continued.

"You want blood." His eyes sharpened slightly, though his expression remained calm.

"I can sll it."

"Your bloodthirst... your obsession... your impatience."

"It’s all very obvious." The surrounding cultivators fell completely silent.