I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 121 A Countenance That Defies the Natural Order
And yet...
For them, Lin Feng was a storm they could not ignore.
From his calm demeanor to his overwhelming victory, everything about him suggested a figure far beyond their understanding.
Meanwhile, at the center of it all, Lin Feng continued his daily routine as if nothing had changed.
Unhurried.
Unbothered.
Almost amused.
The more the city buzzed, the calmer he appeared.
And that contrast only made him seem more terrifying.
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As Lin Feng’s importance in Clear Moon City continued to rise, so too did the attention surrounding his students.
Reputation was contagious.
If the master was extraordinary, then surely the disciples must hold hidden potential as well.
Within the Liu Clan estate, subtle changes had already begun.
Elders who once barely spared Liu Yang a glance now watched him with thoughtful eyes.
Fellow clansmen whispered when he passed. Servants bowed just a little deeper.
"Yang’er, the Patriarch has summoned you."
The voice came from a man in his early thirties standing outside the courtyard pavilion.
His posture was straight, though there was a trace of tension in his expression.
"You should act natural," he continued calmly. "Answer honestly. Don’t overthink it. And don’t worry... I’ll be inside with you."
"Thank you, Father," Liu Yang replied, trying to steady his breathing. "Do you have any idea why the Patriarch wants to see me?"
This would be the first time he met the Patriarch in person.
Until now, he had only seen the towering, lifelike statue that stood at the center of the clan ground.
The Patriarch was a distant, almost mythical figure in his mind.
The thought of being summoned directly was enough to make his palms sweat.
Did I do something wrong?
Had he embarrassed the clan somehow? Liu Yang asked his father about this also.
"You’ll find out soon enough, Yang’er," his father said with a faint smile. "Be patient."
Liu Yang’s father was not an attractive man by any stretch.
His facial features were plain, slightly rough around the edges, and his charm could generously be described as below average.
But there was steadiness in his gaze... an honest, grounded quality.
It was obvious where Liu Yang inherited his appearance from.
Anyone who looked at them side by side would immediately recognize the blood connection.
The resemblance was undeniable and obvious.
Two minutes later, Liu Yang arrived at a majestic hall alongside his father.
The moment he stepped inside, he felt as though he had entered a different era.
The architecture was archaic and imposing, its towering pillars carved with ancient symbols that seemed to whisper of a glorious past.
The air itself carried the weight of history.
More than a dozen elderly men and women were already seated within.
Their hair was white, their faces lined with age, yet their eyes shone with sharp vitality.
They could only be the clan elders. Though most of them appeared calm, the immense spiritual pressure they unconsciously released filled the hall, pressing down like an invisible mountain.
The atmosphere was suffocating, heavy enough to make an ordinary cultivator tremble.
"Liu Yang greets the Patriarch and the honored clan elders," Liu Yang said respectfully, bowing deeply as his father had instructed him before they entered.
His voice echoed clearly through the vast hall.
"Is this Liu Yang?" an old man seated at the forefront spoke with a faint smile.
"He truly looks like one destined for greatness. I can see boundless prospects in his future and fortunes so vast they are impossible to measure or even imagine. With such a seed in our clan, we shall surely prosper for another ten thousand years."
Liu Yang raised his head slightly and immediately recognized the speaker... the Liu Patriarch himself.
The old man’s presence was calm yet immeasurably deep, like an endless ocean.
"Come closer, Liu Yang," the Patriarch said gently, though his tone carried unquestionable authority.
Liu Yang stepped forward without hesitation.
As he approached the center of the hall, one of the attendants quietly moved a carved wooden chair behind him.
The chair itself was no ordinary furnishing... it was fashioned from aged spiritwood, its surface smooth and faintly warm, as if nourished by spiritual energy for decades.
The ten-year-old boy sat down carefully.
Despite the suffocating pressure in the hall, his small back remained straight, his chin slightly lifted, and his hands rested neatly on his knees.
Though young, he carried himself with the composure of someone raised within a great clan.
The Patriarch observed him closely.
"Tell me," the old man began, his voice neither loud nor soft, yet clearly heard by everyone present, "are you satisfied with your teacher, Lin Feng, at the academy?"
The question lingered in the air.
For a fleeting moment, Liu Yang’s thoughts churned.
Why would the Patriarch personally ask about his teacher?
Around him sat more than a dozen elders... each one powerful enough to shake Clear Moon City with a stomp of their foot.
Yet they were all focused on him.
Then he remembered his father’s words before entering the hall:
Be honest. Speak naturally. Do not exaggerate, but do not hide anything either.
Liu Yang inhaled quietly and answered.
"Yes, Patriarch. I am very satisfied. Teacher Lin Feng has only guided me for a short period of time, yet I have already learned more than I did in months before. My understanding of cultivation has deepened, and I believe I have grown stronger."
His voice was clear and steady.
A few elders exchanged glances. Some stroked their long white beards.
Others narrowed their eyes slightly, as though weighing every word the boy spoke.
"Oh?" The Patriarch’s brows lifted faintly. "You feel your foundation has improved?"
"Yes, Patriarch," Liu Yang replied without hesitation. "Teacher Lin explains things very clearly. Even difficult concepts become simple when he speaks."
A low murmur spread across the hall.
"It is not difficult to believe," the Patriarch said with a faint chuckle.
"Your teacher is a dragon among chickens. A hidden expert disguised as an ordinary instructor."
Several elders nodded in agreement. Others remained silent, their expressions unreadable.
