I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 99 A Drop of Tea Between the Peaks

Sound, sensation, and even ti itself seed to fade away as Ye Jian’s consciousness sank into an incomparably profound state.

Although her cultivation realm did not increase, sothing far more important was unfolding deep within her soul.

She had entered a state of perfect enlightennt.

In this state, all the bottlenecks, doubts, and subtle errors that had plagued her cultivation thousands of tis before were laid bare before her eyes.

What once felt confusing now beca clear. What once felt distant now felt natural and effortless.

The flaws she had struggled to correct for years were suddenly resolved as if they had never existed at all.

One after another, the secret techniques she had practiced began to transform.

Every cultivation technique was divided into four stages...

initial success,

small accomplishnt,

great accomplishnt, and the final stage...

peak perfection mastery.

There was still one realm beyond that, but only godlike beings could ever hope to reach it.

As for peak perfection, it normally required countless years of relentless practice, continuous refinent, and repeated life and death tempering.

Even geniuses often stalled at great accomplishnt for entire lifetis.

Yet in this single mont, through nothing more than one sip of Lin Feng’s tea, Ye Jian’s techniques leaped across those insurmountable barriers.

What once took innurable millenia now took a breath.

What once demanded blood, sweat, and suffering now arrived with serenity and clarity.

One by one, her techniques stabilized, refined, and crystallized into their most perfect forms, as though an invisible master had personally corrected every flaw and completed every missing piece.

The transformation was silent, yet its significance was earth-shattering.

Such a phenonon was not rely rare.

It was miraculous to an extre beyond imagination.

The tea leaves and the teacup set were, of course, immortal treasures... artifacts that Lin Feng had personally requisitioned for his own use.

Their forr owners, scattered across the imnse multiverse he now ruled, were long dead, missing, or erased by the tides of ti.

Such treasures were not ant to be locked away in hidden grottoes or sealed vaults, left to accumulate dust and fade into obscurity.

In Lin Feng’s eyes, it was far better to allow them to fulfill their true purpose... to be used, to be experienced, and to shape fate itself.

Ye Jian continued to harvest the fruits of her enlightennt, completely unaware that all of it had been granted by nothing more than a single cup of tea that Lin Feng had offered her.

When she eventually realized the truth, the shock would shake her to her very core.

While Ye Jian remained imrsed in her ditative state, her aura faintly pulsing as her cultivation stabilized, Lin Feng sat quietly across from her, unhurried and composed, leisurely sipping his own tea.

Unlike her, he gained nothing from it anymore.

His cultivation base had long since reached its absolute peak within this realm, and every technique, every law, every aspect of the myriad Dao had already been mastered to perfection.

There was nothing left for him to improve, nothing left to breakthrough.

Still, that did not an he could not enjoy the taste, refinent, and subtle luxury of immortal tea within his own household.

He let his gaze drift around the courtyard, taking in the gentle afternoon light, the quiet rustling of leaves, and the distant songs of birds.

The world was peaceful, serene... an atmosphere that felt almost unreal to soone who could easily see through countless realms of chaos, bloodshed, and cosmic upheaval.

"If this were back on Earth," Lin Feng mused inwardly with a faint, amused smile, "I would have grown bored within minutes just sitting here drinking tea."

He paused, then continued, "But now... after reaching the true immortal realm, it seems my patience has stretched as long as the multiverse itself."

Life, at this stage, was no longer about struggle or survival.

It was about enjoynt, observation, and the quiet appreciation of existence itself.

And yet, despite having achieved everything, there was still one thing he desired.

His own personal harem!

Not rely servants. Not followers.

But soone who would walk beside him... not behind him... soone worthy of standing at his side.

His eyes flickered briefly toward Ye Jian, still seated across from him, bathed in the faint aura of enlightennt.

"Soon," Lin Feng murmured under his breath, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Very soon, I hope."

Lin Feng continued to enjoy his tea, finishing four full cups in total.

Each sip was taken slowly, deliberately, savoring not only the flavor but the calm that ca with it.

Ti, as always, passed quickly when one truly knew how to enjoy the mont, and before he realized it, the sun had already begun its slow descent.

Five o’clock in the afternoon arrived quietly, almost unnoticed.

Then, fifteen minutes later, another unwanted guest arrived.

"Teacher Lin Feng? Are you inside?"

"Lin Feng?" The voice carried a hint of hesitation, as though unsure whether to proceed.

Lin Feng did not answer.

He remained seated, hoping perhaps foolishly that this particular troublemaker would take the hint and leave.

Unfortunately, so people were born with a stubborn streak that no amount of silence could deter.

"I’m coming in, Lin Feng!" Ning Xi shouted decisively as she pushed open the gates and strode into the courtyard without waiting for permission.

She swung open the double doors and imdiately spotted Lin Feng seated at the table... along with Teacher Ye Jian.

"Wh..." Ning Xi was about to blurt out a question, her eyes widening as she noticed Ye Jian’s closed eyes and unusually still posture.

Before she could finish, Lin Feng raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

"Don’t disturb her," Lin Feng whispered, though his voice was still clear enough for Ning Xi to hear. "Teacher Ye Jian is busy at the mont."

"...," Ning Xi blinked, then nodded silently, lowering her voice and tiptoeing closer.

She made her way over and sat on the floor, taking her seat at the tea table, her gaze instinctively drifting toward Ye Jian.

She carefully observed the gentle rise and fall of Ye Jian’s chest, noting her calm, steady breathing.