I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 134 Stop Following Me, I’m Just Going to the Bathroom!
Lin Feng swept a calm glance over the clan elders who were shamelessly promoting their factions as though they were merchants at a bustling market.
He did not interrupt them immediately.
Instead, he simply waited.
For a full ten minutes, he allowed them to argue, boast, and outbid one another.
Voices rose, sleeves were flung dramatically, and more than one elder nearly lost his composure entirely.
The scene grew increasingly absurd, yet Lin Feng stood there with hands clasped behind his back, expression serene, as if observing children squabble over toys.
Only when the noise reached its peak did he finally move.
He slowly raised his right hand.
The gesture was neither forceful nor dramatic.
Yet the effect was immediate.
It was as though an invisible pressure descended upon the crowd.
Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Arguments halted.
Even the elders who had been red-faced moments ago instinctively fell silent.
Every eye turned toward him.
Lin Feng’s voice was calm, steady, and unhurried.
"I am honored by your countless invitations," he began, inclining his head slightly.
"However, I must respectfully decline for now. I am rather occupied at the moment."
A ripple of disappointment passed through the crowd, but no one dared interrupt.
"Perhaps another time," he continued evenly. "If fate permits, we may share a table and a cup of tea in the future."
His words were polite, giving face without committing to anything.
"Until then, I wish you all a pleasant day."
He cupped his fists formally toward the elders.
Then, without waiting for a response, he turned and walked forward.
The crowd instinctively parted to make way for him, creating a clear path as though an unseen force guided their feet.
The once clamorous elders now stood respectfully to the sides, watching his retreating figure with mixed expressions... admiration, regret, calculation.
Li Zhiyan followed half a step behind him, her movements precise and unhurried.
Her posture remained flawless, her gaze lowered slightly in proper decorum.
She looked every bit the perfect maidservant, quiet and obedient, yet dignified.
Together, they left behind the stunned crowd.
"I have a carriage waiting nearby, Young Master. We can use it for faster travel," Li Zhiyan suggested softly.
Lin Feng glanced at her and smiled faintly. "Thank you, Zhiyan. That would be perfect indeed. My legs are beginning to protest after all this walking."
Less than a minute later, they arrived beside an imposing carriage parked not far from the restaurant.
It was large and exquisitely crafted, its wooden frame reinforced with spirit-infused metal.
Subtle formations were carved along its edges, likely for protection and stability.
Even the horses were no ordinary beasts... their coats were glossy, their muscles taut, and faint spiritual fluctuations emanated from their bodies.
An elderly coachman stood beside the reins, posture straight despite his age.
The Li Clan had clearly spared no expense.
The old man’s aura was restrained, but unmistakable.
He was at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm. In many smaller clans, such a figure would already be serving as an elder... respected, influential, and rarely tasked with mundane duties.
Yet here, in the Li Clan, this powerhouse had been assigned to drive a carriage.
After Lin Feng and Li Zhiyan stepped inside, the coachman bowed slightly.
"Where to, Master Lin Feng?" he asked politely.
"To the Su Clan," Lin Feng replied calmly.
Though it was still early in the afternoon, he had matters to attend to.
He needed to deliver the food he had brought for Su Wanwan and her mother.
And beyond that, he remembered he still had official business at the academy... his new batch of students would require a larger classroom.
The current one would no longer suffice.
The coachman did not question the destination.
"...Understood."
With a steady motion, he flicked the reins. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
The carriage began to move, rolling smoothly through the bustling city streets.
Despite the maze of pedestrians, merchants, and wandering cultivators, the old man navigated with calm precision, guiding the horses at a measured pace.
Inside the carriage, it was quiet.
The faint creaking of wood and the distant hum of city life filtered through the curtains as Lin Feng leaned back slightly, eyes half-lidded in thought.
Li Zhiyan sat opposite him, her hands folded neatly over her lap.
Neither of them spoke, and the rest of the journey passed in quiet, unbroken peace.
They soon arrived at the Su Clan.
The carriage had barely come to a complete stop when a familiar, lively voice rang out from within the courtyard.
"Teacher Lin Feng!"
A small figure rushed out like a gust of wind.
"Did you bring delicious food again for Wanwan? Is there a lot this time? Wanwan loves to eat! Mama will be happy too!"
Su Wanwan ran straight toward Lin Feng, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She nearly collided with him before stopping at the last second, bouncing on her heels excitedly.
Only then did she notice he was not alone.
Her bright eyes shifted upward toward Li Zhiyan.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Lin Feng could clearly hear her soft, awed muttering.
"Waaah... what a pretty big sister..."
Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but smile gently at the innocent praise.
There was no hostility in the child’s gaze.
"You must be Wanwan," Li Zhiyan said warmly.
Lin Feng gave a faint chuckle and stepped in to make the introductions.
"Wanwan, this is Li Zhiyan. You’ll be seeing her often from now on."
Then he looked toward Li Zhiyan.
"This little glutton is Su Wanwan."
"Wanwan is not a glutton!" Wanwan protested immediately, puffing her cheeks. "Wanwan is just growing!"
Both adults couldn’t help but smile.
Together, the three of them entered the modest house.
Inside, Su Muyao was already in the kitchen area, focused on a pot simmering gently over the flame.
The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air... rich, comforting, and distinctly homemade.
She had known Lin Feng would come today, just as he had every day since he became Su Wanwan’s teacher.
So she had prepared her best dish.
The sound of footsteps drew her attention.
She turned from the stove, wiping her hands lightly on her apron, and a bright, genuine smile bloomed on her face the moment she saw Lin Feng.
"You’re here..."
Her words trailed off.
Her gaze shifted.
She noticed Li Zhiyan standing beside him.
For just a split second, the warmth in her smile dimmed. Not completely but noticeably.
A moment later, a determined look crossed her face, as if she had made a decision of great importance.
