I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 63 Service

A ripple of unease spread through the crowd.

"The rumors are really true!" soone shouted in horror.

"He can make soone bald with just a glance, and now he can immobilize soone just as easily! Lin Feng is an evil witch!"

Murmurs of fear and disbelief spread like wildfire.

So stepped back instinctively, others stared at Lin Feng with wide eyes, as if suddenly seeing him not as a re teacher, but as sothing far more terrifying and unfathomable.

"Don’t be ridiculous. Lin Feng has rely sealed Li Tianhao’s ridians," an old man with far sharper eyes than the rest spoke up, his voice calm but authoritative.

Unlike the younger cultivators on the scene, who only saw Li Tianhao standing there helplessly, the old man could clearly perceive what had truly happened.

Li Tianhao’s internal energy had been forcefully sealed, completely disrupting the flow of qi through his body and leaving him frozen in place like a statue trapped in ti.

"To interfere with soone’s ridians while the target is standing still is already an extrely difficult feat," the old man continued, his eyes narrowing slightly in disbelief.

"But Lin Feng managed to do it in the midst of an attack, with his opponent fully alert and prepared. This boy is extraordinary."

Inside, the old man could not help but feel shaken.

This level of precision, control, and timing was far beyond what soone at Lin Feng’s cultivation realm should be capable of.

It wasn’t just talent... it was terrifying mastery.

Around him, several other elders and seasoned cultivators also began to understand what had truly occurred.

Their expressions shifted from skepticism to shock, and then to quiet admiration.

They exchanged aningful glances, all silently acknowledging the sa truth... Lin Feng’s aptitude in this aspect of cultivation was rare, perhaps even monstrous.

"While a Qi Condensation expert might not be completely immobilized by such a technique," the old man added, "against Body Refining cultivators, this thod is deadly. Fatal, even."

The crowd fell into a stunned hush.

What they had just witnessed was not a trick, nor witchcraft, nor coincidence... it was a glimpse into a frighteningly high level of skill.

Everyone quickly realized one thing... under no circumstances should they ever let Lin Feng touch them.

The sight of him, calm and composed amidst the chaos, filled them with a mix of awe and fear.

Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and murmurs ran through the crowd... so stared as if Lin Feng had suddenly sprouted three heads and six arms, a figure both uncanny and terrifying.

Even the older, seasoned cultivators exchanged uneasy glances, recognizing that this young man’s skill had surpassed anything they had expected, especially in this area of ridian sealing.

Lin Feng, however, remained completely unbothered by the stares.

He walked forward with slow, deliberate steps, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

Every movent exuded confidence and control, and the tension in the air seed to tighten around him.

The frozen Li Tianhao, still locked in place by his sealed ridians, offered no resistance, his expression twisted between rage and disbelief.

A full minute passed before Lin Feng finally reached his opponent.

With effortless grace, he plucked the longbow and arrow from Li Tianhao’s rigid hands and set them gently on the ground, as if handling sothing delicate rather than disarming a would-be killer.

"Checkmate," Lin Feng declared, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable authority.

His eyes swept over Li Tianhao’s face, taking in the full asure of his humiliation.

The two violent slaps earlier had fully swollen Li Tianhao’s cheeks, distorting his features into sothing almost pig-like, his anger now mixed with embarrassnt.

The sight alone was enough to make the audience shudder and laugh at the sa ti.

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

"I’ve won this duel fair and square. Now, I claim my rewards. Since Teacher Li Tianhao is temporarily... indisposed, I shall kindly assist him in the honors of... removing his family jewels."

The words caused a ripple of laughter throughout the crowd.

So covered their mouths in shock, others couldn’t contain themselves, and a few simply gawked, unsure whether to be horrified or entertained.

Lin Feng, entirely unfazed, raised a single forefinger and pressed it firmly against Li Tianhao’s forehead.

Thud!

Li Tianhao collapsed on his back, still frozen in his perfect archer’s stance, legs spread wide.

The pose, so rigid and unyielding, made Lin Feng grin.

This was exactly the scenario he had envisioned upon arriving here... a little ball-breaking fun executed with precision and style.

"Say farewell to your family jewels, Teacher Li Tianhao," Lin Feng said, lifting his foot high above the incapacitated man.

Before he could descend, a middle-aged man from the Li clan strode forward, urgency and authority in his voice.

"Junior! Please, stop for a mont!"

"Hmmmm?" Lin Feng paused mid-action, foot still raised, the tip hovering ominously above Li Tianhao.

His eyes scanned the man, then the audience, his expression calm but curious, as if weighing the situation.

"The Li clan admits defeat on behalf of Li Tianhao," the man said firmly, stepping closer.

"We will compensate you fully for your victory. You may demand anything you want but you need to stop. Do not carry out what you are planning right now."

A hush fell over the arena.

All eyes were on Lin Feng, waiting to see whether he would accept the offer or continue with his mischievous intentions.

The tension was palpable... even the seasoned elders held their breath.

Lin Feng’s foot remained suspended in the air, his smile faint but calculating.

For a mont, it seed as though ti itself had slowed, the entire duel frozen in anticipation of his next move.

"I apologize," Lin Feng said at last, his voice calm, almost serene, completely at odds with the chaos surrounding him.

"I’ve expended a great deal of my strength in the fight earlier. My legs feel weak... unsteady. Perhaps it is fate that they should touch the ground once again... just to rest for a brief mont."

He shook his head lightly, his expression one of weariness that seed genuine enough to convince the spectators he rely wanted to rest.

At first, the audience relaxed, whispering quietly among themselves.

They thought Lin Feng was simply following through with his words... just a casual, harmless pause in the aftermath of the battle.

But then... reality struck, and it hit harder than anyone could have imagined.

Bang!