I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 135 The Phoenix Yearns to be Ridden

"I brought some more food, Lady Su. I thought Wanwan would appreciate something delicious," Lin Feng said with a gentle smile.

"Yes! Wanwan does! Wanwan loves it so much, Teacher Lin Feng! The food you bring is always super delicious!" Su Wanwan nodded vigorously.

A tiny line of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth, making it painfully obvious how eager she was to start eating.

Su Muyao couldn’t help but laugh softly at her daughter’s reaction.

"You really shouldn’t have gone through so much trouble, Teacher Lin Feng. It’s too much for you to keep bringing food like this," she said with a warm but slightly concerned smile.

Lin Feng, however, acted completely at ease.

He had visited this house many times already, and the modest surroundings felt almost familiar.

"It’s no trouble at all, Lady Su," he replied casually.

He walked toward the nearby empty table and flicked his sleeve lightly.

In the next instant, the once-bare table was filled to the brim with exquisite dishes... steaming spirit beast meat, fragrant rice infused with spiritual energy, vibrant vegetables glistening with sauce, and even delicate pastries that emitted a faint sweet aroma.

The room was instantly flooded with the scent of rich, mouthwatering delicacies.

"Waaah!" Su Wanwan’s eyes widened until they looked like shining stars.

"Wanwan is always amazed at how you do that, Teacher Lin Feng! The food just appears like magic! Wanwan wants to learn that too. Please teach Wanwan!"

She clasped her hands together and looked up at him pleadingly.

Lin Feng chuckled softly at her sparkling gaze.

"It’s just a simple storage technique, Wanwan. I’ll teach it to you later, alright?"

"Really?!" she gasped.

When he nodded, she jumped up and down in pure excitement.

"Yay! You’re the best, Teacher Lin Feng!"

Her burst of joy was so genuine and infectious that even Li Zhiyan, who had been quietly observing from the side, found herself smiling.

Su Muyao’s earlier faint stiffness melted away as well, warmth returning fully to her expression.

For a brief moment, the small house felt brighter, filled not just with the aroma of good food but with laughter.

A dozen breaths later, Su Muyao finally gave her full attention to Li Zhiyan.

Until now, her focus had been entirely on Lin Feng and Wanwan’s excitement.

But with the initial joy settling, her gaze naturally shifted toward the elegant young woman standing quietly nearby.

And she immediately recognized her.

The Su Clan, though small, was not careless.

Every clan member had been given jade slips containing detailed information about the influential figures of Clear Moon City... who to respect, who to avoid, and most importantly, who must never be offended.

Survival for a minor clan depended on such vigilance.

Li Zhiyan was undoubtedly one of those names.

"Greetings, Young Miss Li," Su Muyao said, bowing gracefully despite being older. "You honor my humble home with your presence."

Li Zhiyan returned a polite smile.

"You needn’t be so formal, Lady Su. At present, I am merely a maidservant to Young Master Lin Feng. Such courtesy is unnecessary."

Her tone was gentle, almost self-deprecating.

In truth, she did not mind making her new status known.

The more people who witnessed her position beside Lin Feng, the easier it would be later to report back to the Li Clan’s matriarch.

Visibility was very useful for her at this time.

Su Muyao froze slightly at those words.

A maidservant?

Her eyes instinctively shifted to Lin Feng.

Li Zhiyan was widely known as a proud and talented genius of the Li Clan... someone with high status, exceptional cultivation, a great pill master and a future filled with promise.

To say that such a woman had become someone else’s maid...

It was almost unbelievable.

Surely there had to be some misunderstanding.

"It is as Zhiyan said, Lady Su," Lin Feng confirmed calmly, sensing her doubt.

"We finalized the terms of her employment earlier today. There is no need to dwell on it so much."

He spoke casually, as if discussing something entirely ordinary.

Su Muyao’s heart trembled faintly.

Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan maintained her composed posture, neither embarrassed nor defensive.

***

Thirty minutes later, the dish Su Muyao had been carefully preparing was finally ready.

The aroma alone was enough to make Su Wanwan bounce in her seat.

Soon, the small group of four gathered around the modest table.

Despite the house’s simplicity, the table was filled with warmth both from the steaming food and the people seated around it.

"Delicious! Wanwan loves it so much! Your dishes are still the best for Wanwan, mama!" Su Wanwan declared enthusiastically, her cheeks puffed as she spoke between bites.

She ate with complete animation, her happiness obvious in every movement.

Even Li Zhiyan, who was accustomed to refined banquets and spirit-infused delicacies, found herself pleasantly surprised by the comforting taste of Su Muyao’s cooking.

An hour later, the meal came to a satisfying end.

It was then that Lin Feng kept his earlier promise.

"Wanwan, come here," he said with a faint smile.

He began teaching her a small magic trick.

Unlike most cultivators, Su Wanwan did not need a soul space or an external storage ring.

The immortal artifacts in her possession already granted her a unique affinity with spatial ability.

She only needed proper guidance to activate it.

Under Lin Feng’s patient instruction, she carefully extended her focus and grasped the subtle ripple of space before her.

A moment later...

"Wow! Amazing!" she squealed.

A small book vanished from her hand, then reappeared just as quickly.

She gasped in delight, immediately trying again.

The book disappeared and reappeared repeatedly while she held her pen and paper, her concentration intense but her grin unstoppable.

She practiced tirelessly, determined to master it on the spot.

Soon, she was able to store small items from around the house and return them neatly to their original positions.

"Hehehe." Each successful attempt made her giggle louder, her bright laughter ringing throughout the humble home.

Su Muyao watched the scene with soft eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper she dared not name.

Li Zhiyan, standing quietly to the side, observed everything with thoughtful silence.

Her eyes lingered on the items in Su Wanwan’s hands, and she quickly realized that the seemingly simple pen and paper were far more extraordinary than they appeared.

After a little while, just as Wanwan was proudly demonstrating her newfound skill again and again, something unexpected happened.

"Teacher Lin Feng... could you come with me for a moment?" Su Muyao asked softly.

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks, tinting them a delicate pink.

Her gaze lowered slightly, fingers twisting together unconsciously.

It was clear she had gathered courage to say those words.