I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 6 Cabin

The woman looked at Lin Feng with an amused smile, her eyes narrowing slightly as though she were examining sothing intriguing.

"Am I not too old to study here, Teacher Lin Feng?" she asked, her tone light yet carrying a hint of curiosity.

She was a breathtaking beauty, possessing an almost unreal, angelic face that seed untouched by ti.

Her long black hair flowed freely down her back like a dark waterfall, swaying gently with each subtle movent she made.

Her figure was graceful, refined, and carried the bearing of soone who had long been accustod to admiration.

Yet when she spoke Lin Feng’s na, a flicker of recognition passed through her eyes.

It was obvious... she already knew of him.

Lin Feng had, after all, beco one of the most famous teachers in the Spirit Spring Academy.

Unfortunately, that fa was not born from glory or success.

Instead, it stemd from his months of failure, ridicule, and whispered mockery.

His na was synonymous with wasted talent and misguided ambition.

In Clear Moon City, there was scarcely a person who had not heard of Lin Feng... the handso teacher whose students never advanced, whose classes no one dared to attend.

His striking appearance only made his reputation more bitter, as though the heavens themselves had cruelly chosen to mock him.

Yet Lin Feng stood there calmly, his expression unshaken.

He did not feel embarrassnt, nor did he feel anger.

Those gazes and rumors had long since lost their power over him.

"To study is a lifelong voyage," Lin Feng said slowly, his voice steady and composed.

"It does not end with youth, nor does it fade with age. Cultivation does not care for the number of years one has lived. It only ends when the flas of improvent within one’s heart are extinguished."

Each word carried a quiet weight, unhurried yet profound. The woman was taken aback.

Her amused smile gradually faded, replaced by a look of genuine surprise.

She stared at Lin Feng as though seeing him for the first ti, her gaze unconsciously deepening.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Lin Feng stood straight and still.

In that mont, he truly resembled a great master... soone who had long comprehended the Dao and no longer cared for worldly judgnt.

His calm presence, coupled with those words, ford an invisible pressure that lingered in the air.

For a brief mont, awe stirred within the woman’s heart.

Then reason returned, and she rembered his reputation.

Even so, she did not allow disdain to surface.

On the contrary, her expression softened, and respect flickered in her eyes.

"My na is Wang Yuyan, Teacher Lin Feng," she said after a pause, her voice sincere.

"I have been enlightened by your words. Though brief, they carry great aning. Thank you."

She bowed slightly, her posture elegant and restrained.

"I shall keep them in my heart."

"No thanks are needed," Lin Feng said calmly, his expression serene. "I am a teacher and it is my duty to teach and... I believe fate itself arranged for our eting, Miss Wang. More than that, I have already calculated with my fingers, and I know that I can be of great help to you."

His words were slow, deliberate, and wrapped in an air of mystery, as though he were revealing only the surface of sothing far deeper.

Wang Yuyan’s smile froze.

Calculated... with his fingers?

Before she could ask further, Lin Feng took a small step closer.

His voice lowered, becoming almost a whisper, carrying only to her ears.

"Once every month, when your cycle arrives, your body burns with uncontrollable heat. Your qi becos restless, circulating wildly through your ridians. Your mind grows unsettled, your emotions unstable, and your cultivation becos difficult to control... especially down south and then you beco so e..."

"Stop!"

Wang Yuyan cried out reflexively, her heart leaping into her throat.

Her face flushed instantly as she hurriedly glanced around.

As she feared, several people nearby had already turned their heads toward them.

So wore curious expressions, others openly stared, while a few whispered among themselves.

Her breath hitched as embarrassnt and alarm surged through her chest.

She leaned in close to Lin Feng, her voice lowered to an urgent whisper.

"How did you know?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "This... this is impossible."

This condition was her greatest secret.

For years, she had endured it in silence... seeking physicians, swallowing pills, consulting elders yet none had been able to give her a true solution.

So had dismissed it as re imbalance to her physique, others had warned her to halt cultivation entirely.

She had never spoken of it openly. Never.

And yet, this man had described it with frightening accuracy.

"As I said, Miss Wang," Lin Feng replied calmly, as though discussing sothing utterly ordinary.

"I calculated it with my fingers. Your destiny, your constitution, and the hidden flaws within your body are all written clearly."

He paused briefly before adding,

"Not only do I know of it... I know how to cure it."

"Ah..."

A soft sound escaped Wang Yuyan’s lips.

Her pretty face drained of color before flushing again, this ti not from embarrassnt, but from overwhelming shock.

Her thoughts fell into chaos.

A cure?

For a mont, the bustling academy entrance seed to fade away.

All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart.

"This ailnt has tornted you for many years," Lin Feng continued evenly.

"It grows worse the higher your cultivation rises. If left untreated, it will eventually damage your foundation and permanently stall your progress."

Each word struck her like a hamr.

Her knees weakened.

"Please..." Wang Yuyan said, her voice trembling. "Please heal , Teacher Lin Feng!"

She bowed deeply... far lower than before... her posture no longer that of polite respect, but of soone grasping desperately at hope.

Anyone with eyes could see how deeply this hidden affliction had scarred her over the years.

Lin Feng looked at her quietly.

"The path has already been laid before you. Whether you grasp this opportunity or let it slip away is a choice only you can make."

Wang Yuyan was not only beautiful... she was intelligent.

The mont his words fell, realization dawned in her eyes. Her hesitation vanished completely.

"Your student greets you, Master!"

Without the slightest delay, she dropped to her knees and kowtowed firmly, her forehead touching the ground.

Her movents were decisive and resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

Gasps rang out around them.

The sight of her graceful, voluptuous figure kneeling in public already drew countless gazes, but what truly stunned everyone present was not her beauty... it was her declaration.

The surrounding crowd erupted into murmurs.

"Did you see that?"

"She... she actually beca his disciple?"

"Is she crazy?"

"That’s Lin Feng! The trash teacher!"

"Has she been deceived?"

No one could believe what they were witnessing.

To them, Lin Feng was nothing more than a failed instructor with a disastrous track record—handso, yes, but utterly useless.

The idea that soone would willingly acknowledge him as their master was absurd, almost laughable.

So shook their heads in pity.

Others sneered in ridicule.

A few even watched with barely concealed excitent, as though eager to see how badly she would regret this decision.

Yet Lin Feng stood there unmoved.

His hands remained clasped behind his back, his expression calm and unreadable, as though the ridicule, whispers, and disbelief ant nothing at all.

His eyes gazed forward, deep and tranquil, like an ancient lake untouched by the wind.