I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 101 My Inner Demon is Surprisingly Persuasive
Lin Feng rinsed the teapot, gently awakened the tea leaves, then poured the steaming water with practiced ease.
The fragrance immediately spread throughout the courtyard, delicate yet profound.
It was not merely a pleasant scent... it carried a depth that touched the spirit, calming the mind and soothing the soul.
In only a few moments, the table was once again filled with cups of tea, each one radiating a faint, almost imperceptible glow.
Emery hesitated for a heartbeat, sensing something extraordinary about the tea.
But trusting Lin Feng completely, she accepted a cup with both hands.
"Thank you, Master Lin Feng," she said softly.
She lifted the cup, inhaled the aroma and froze.
Her pupils contracted, her breathing stalled for a brief moment, and her mind felt as if it had been struck by a gentle yet overwhelming tide.
This... this tea...
Before she could even finish the thought, she took a sip.
And just like Ye Jian and Ning Xi before her, her world suddenly paused.
Her body stiffened for an instant, then relaxed completely.
A faint light surged around her form as her aura rose only to vanish moments later as she fell into a deep state of enlightenment, her consciousness plunging into boundless clarity and profound understanding.
In the quiet courtyard, three women now sat in perfect stillness, immersed in their own realms of comprehension.
Lin Feng watched them in silence, his expression calm and unbothered, as if this outcome had been inevitable from the start.
He lifted his own cup of tea, took a slow sip, and gazed up at the moonlit sky.
"The night is peaceful," he murmured softly to himself. "A good night for enlightenment."
Several hours later, Ye Jian finally stirred from her deep meditative state.
Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, her consciousness returning with a strange sense of clarity and lightness.
Instinctively, she looked around the courtyard, expecting to see Lin Feng nearby but he was nowhere to be found.
The place was quiet, peaceful, and empty, save for the faint rustling of leaves stirred nearby.
Turning her head, Ye Jian realized that the golden rays of the afternoon sun were completely gone.
Night had fully descended, and the cool midnight air brushed gently against her skin, making her shiver slightly.
The courtyard was quiet, illuminated only by pale moonlight and the soft glow of spirit lamps, giving the entire scene an almost dreamlike quality.
For a brief moment, Ye Jian felt disoriented, as if she had awakened from a long, profound dream.
Then her gaze shifted and her heart skipped a beat.
"Why is Teacher Ning Xi here too?" Ye Jian’s eyes widened in shock as she took in Ning Xi’s figure seated nearby.
Ning Xi sat with her back straight, her breathing steady and rhythmic, her aura calm yet profound.
It was immediately obvious that she, too, had been in a state of deep cultivation and enlightenment.
Ye Jian instinctively opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape her lips, movement at the edge of her vision caught her attention.
Lin Feng.
He walked into view with unhurried steps and stretched lazily, his posture relaxed, as if he had just woken from a refreshing nap rather than spending hours in the company of two women undergoing enlightenment.
His demeanor was casual, almost too casual, for someone who had just witnessed something so extraordinary.
In truth, Lin Feng had spent a few hours playing games with Emery, passing the time in a surprisingly mundane yet enjoyable way.
Unlike Ning Xi and Ye Jian, Emery possessed a higher cultivation realm, and as a result, she had completed her enlightenment far earlier than either of them.
While the two teachers remained immersed in their profound states, Emery had long since recovered and moved on to her own activities.
Ye Jian’s gaze flicked back to Ning Xi, then to Lin Feng, her mind racing.
The memories of the tea, the sudden explosion of insight, and the overwhelming clarity that had followed came rushing back all at once.
Her heart pounded slightly as she realized just how much time had passed and just how extraordinary the experience truly was.
"This..." Ye Jian murmured softly, her voice barely audible. "What exactly happened while I was out?"
She pressed her palm lightly against her chest, still able to feel faint remnants of the serene warmth that had spread through her meridians during her enlightenment.
Lin Feng glanced at her, the corner of his lips lifting in a faint, unreadable smile.
But he did not say anything at this time.
Ye jian’s heart skipped a beat.
"...it’s already too late in the night," she murmured.
And then the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
"I’ve been in that state for hours!" Ye Jian exclaimed in her heart, her eyes widening.
She turned back toward the small table.
Her cup of tea was still there, untouched, its surface calm and faintly steaming.
Though it was no longer hot, it was not cold either as if time itself had paused around it.
Ye Jian stared at the cup, her expression turning reverent, as though she were gazing upon the most precious treasure she had ever held.
In her heart, she knew without doub... this tea, and the one who had offered it, were anything but ordinary.
Ye Jian wanted to open her mouth, countless questions already rushing to the tip of her tongue, but before she could speak, Lin Feng lifted a finger and gently signaled her to remain silent for now.
His expression was calm yet firm, making it clear that this was neither the time nor the place for explanations.
There would be a moment for questions, for clarity, and for answers but not while Ning Xi was still deeply immersed in her state of enlightenment.
Understanding this, Ye Jian swallowed her words and closed her lips.
Instead, she instinctively wrapped both hands protectively around her teacup, as though afraid it might vanish if she loosened her grip.
