I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 147 If You Treat Me Like a Porcelain Doll, I’ll Break Your Arm
And yet...
Mentor Lin Feng had just casually referred to her as his maid.
Several middle-aged cultivators exchanged stunned glances.
"Did I hear that correctly?"
"You did."
"That’s absurd. The Li Clan would never allow such humiliation."
"Unless... she agreed to it herself?"
"Or perhaps the elders of her clan pushed for this to happen."
People were not foolish. It did not take much for them to put two and two together.
That possibility made their hearts tremble even more.
Their gazes subtly shifted toward Li Zhiyan, who stood quietly behind Lin Feng.
Her posture was straight, her expression calm and composed. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
There was no trace of embarrassment or anger on her face. In fact, she made no move to deny it.
That silence spoke louder than words.
The younger students were already whispering among themselves.
"Is this some kind of cultivation technique?"
"Maybe serving him is part of some secret training?"
"Or maybe Mentor Lin Feng’s charm is just that terrifying..."
The hall, though seated and orderly, buzzed with restrained disbelief.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng stood on the platform as if nothing unusual had been said.
His expression remained indifferent, as though the shockwaves spreading through the stadium had nothing to do with him at all.
"Settle down, everyone. We will begin the class in a few minutes," Lin Feng said calmly.
At once, the students hurried to find their seats inside the enormous stadium hall.
Nearly everyone tried to move closer to the central platform, eager not to miss a single word.
This resulted in constant shuffling, whispering, and mild chaos as robes brushed and small bodies squeezed past one another.
Managing more than a hundred students was no simple matter, especially when the majority were children between the ages of five and ten.
Their excitement was barely contained, their curiosity shining brightly in their eyes.
Gradually, the hall settled.
While the students waited, a pair of beautiful women seated among the upper rows had their attention fixed elsewhere.
Their gazes were locked onto Li Zhiyan.
"It seems someone does not like what she sees," Qiao Mei said with a faint smile as she glanced at her niece.
"Are you jealous of Mentor Lin Feng’s maidservant, Yue’er?"
"I am not jealous, Aunt Mei," Chu Jiangyue replied coolly. "I know I am far prettier than a mere maid."
Her tone was confident, almost dismissive.
Yet her eyes lingered on Li Zhiyan with unmistakable dislike.
A moment later, her gaze shifted toward Lin Feng, and the coldness instantly melted into something far softer.
Admiration.
Qiao Mei saw everything clearly.
She frowned slightly and shook her head.
"Yue’er, you know you cannot be with Mentor Lin Feng. He would never look at his student that way, nor would he take advantage of the feelings you are experiencing right now."
Her voice was gentle but firm.
Qiao Mei had lived for more than twenty-three thousand years.
Even with her eyes closed, she could recognize the subtle signs of affection and infatuation.
"What are you saying, Aunt Mei?" Chu Jiangyue protested.
"I only respect Mentor Lin Feng for his teachings. I have learned so much from him, and my cultivation has improved at an unbelievable pace under his guidance. I have no other feelings or intentions toward him."
Her words were steady.
But her eyes betrayed her.
They clung to Lin Feng’s tall and dignified figure as if glued in place, unwilling to look away from his handsome and composed presence.
Chu Jiangyue still vividly remembered the moment Lin Feng defeated Li Tianhao.
The way he stood in the dao teaching platform, calm and unshaken.
The effortless dominance in his movements.
The absolute confidence in his eyes as he crushed his opponent’s balls without hesitation.
Her face could not help but flush at the memory.
Back then, she had only been curious.
Curious about how a hidden expert like Lin Feng could guide her cultivation so precisely and raise her strength at such an astonishing speed.
She admired his knowledge, respected his discipline, and was grateful for his teachings.
But after that Saturday... something changed.
When he publicly humiliated Li Tianhao and shattered his arrogance in one decisive move, it felt as though something deep within her had been stirred awake.
That night, she found herself unable to focus on her usual routines.
Her thoughts wandered back to him again and again... his calm expression, his commanding presence, the steady strength in his hands when he demonstrated techniques.
For the first time in her life, her heart reacted in ways she did not fully understand.
Since then, no evening has felt entirely calm.
She wanted to see him every day. To hear his voice.
To stand close enough to catch the faint scent of ink and herbs that lingered on his robes.
Yet she was conflicted, confused by emotions she had never experienced before.
This was the first time her heart had ever beaten for someone like this.
"This is trouble. Definitely big trouble," Qiao Mei mused inside her mind.
She took a slow breath, her eyes softening as she looked at her niece.
She had once been young as well.
She understood how overwhelming a first love could be... how powerful, how intoxicating, how difficult to control.
It was an experience that left a mark on any young woman’s heart.
All she could do now was hope that Chu Jiangyue’s path would be gentler... and far kinder than her own had once been.
A few breaths before the lecture began, Lin Feng suddenly stepped down from the central platform and walked toward a particular seat near the front.
The movement immediately drew attention.
He stopped before a graceful young woman seated quietly among the students.
"I did not expect to see you here today, Yuyan," Lin Feng said calmly.
Wang Yuyan looked up at him and smiled, her expression bright yet respectful.
"I would not miss your class for anything in this world, Mentor Lin Feng."
There was sincerity in her voice.
Lin Feng studied her for a moment before speaking again. "I heard you were rather busy last night."
