I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 148 The Empress and the Saintess Are Fighting Over Your Sword
The faint smile on Wang Yuyan’s face disappeared instantly.
"Did I disappoint you, Mentor Lin Feng?" she asked softly, unable to hide the worry in her eyes.
Without him, she knew exactly where she would still be... an overlooked cultivator stuck at the peak of the Body Refining Realm, with no real prospects and no influence.
Everything she had achieved so far was because he had guided her, believed in her, and allowed her to awaken her true potential.
His opinion mattered more than anyone else’s.
Lin Feng’s expression remained composed.
"What you choose to do is your own business, Yuyan. I do not interfere in the personal affairs of my students," he said evenly.
"In the end, you alone will bear the consequences of your actions, whether they bring suffering or reward."
Wang Yuyan lowered her gaze slightly.
"However," Lin Feng continued, his tone softening just a fraction, "as long as you stand in the light and do not lose yourself, I, as your mentor, will always support you."
He gave her a small nod before turning and walking back toward the center of the platform.
Behind him, a gentle voice followed.
"Thank you, Mentor Lin Feng."
Wang Yuyan’s eyes shone faintly as she watched his back.
Whatever storms might come, she now felt steadier knowing that he did not condemn her.
The quiet stillness that had settled over the stadium did not last long.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere became lively once more.
The usual culprits were, of course, Lin Feng’s original students.
"It’s so good to have so many classmates! Wanwan is so excited and happy!" Su Wanwan exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.
"Everyone, listen up!" Yuan Bao declared loudly as he puffed out his chest.
"From now on, you may address me as Senior Brother Yuan Bao. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you all. If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me! I’ll bully them back along with their entire family! Your Senior Brother Yuan Bao has your backs, okay?"
His voice echoed through the stadium, drawing laughter from some and speechless stares from others.
Hearing this, Lin Feng could only shake his head with a faint smile.
These two were truly a rare duo of boundless energy.
When Lin Feng stepped back onto the center platform, the noise gradually subsided.
The students straightened in their seats, anticipation shining in their eyes.
"I welcome all my new students," Lin Feng began, his calm voice carrying effortlessly across the vast hall.
"Your decision to study under me may very well be the most important one you make in your lives."
A brief pause.
"However, if you believe that learning here will be easy, then you will be greatly disappointed. I take my classes seriously. You should do the same."
His gaze swept across the stadium, sharp and discerning.
"We will begin with warm-up stretches. Activating the body is the first step toward activating the flow of blood and energy within. A stagnant body leads to stagnant cultivation. Follow me."
He raised his hand slowly.
"Three deep breaths."
The students immediately obeyed.
Lin Feng began the session without any unnecessary ceremony.
He did not call students up one by one, nor did he offer private demonstrations.
He already knew that many of the new faces present were here for reasons beyond cultivation.
They were observers. Spies. Representatives of various clans sent to evaluate him.
In truth, within his heart, he considered only six people in this vast stadium to be his genuine disciples.
As for the rest...
If they wished to truly learn from him, they would have to prove themselves.
And only those who earned his recognition would be chosen.
The hours passed quickly, and in what felt like the blink of an eye, it was already noon.
"That will be all for today’s class. I will see you tomorrow," Lin Feng said calmly.
A wave of surprise rippled through the stadium.
"What? That’s it?"
"Our class is only half a day?"
The newer students exchanged confused glances.
They had expected an intense, full-day session especially given Lin Feng’s reputation for strictness.
But the reactions quickly split by age.
"Wow! I’m so glad I transferred classes!" one of the younger children cheered.
"Now I have more time to play!"
Several of the five- to ten-year-olds burst into celebration, already planning what games they would enjoy for the rest of the afternoon.
The older students, however, saw things differently.
"Mentor Lin Feng truly possesses wisdom," one middle-aged cultivator murmured thoughtfully.
"He understands balance. He does not bury himself in endless work, stress, and pressure."
"Indeed," another elder nodded.
"He cultivates diligently, teaches efficiently, and still leaves room to enjoy life. That composure... that refinement... it is rare."
"Perhaps that is precisely why someone so young has achieved so much."
The older men could only sigh inwardly.
Comparing themselves to Lin Feng felt almost embarrassing.
They had spent decades grinding through rigid routines, exhausting themselves in pursuit of marginal progress.
Yet here he stood calm, radiant, accomplished.
If Lin Feng was like the blazing sun at its zenith, shining fiercely in its prime, then they were like the evening sun, already dipping toward the horizon.
The difference was impossible to ignore.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng stepped down from the platform without the slightest hint of arrogance.
To him, half a day was more than sufficient. Quality mattered more than duration.
As the students began to disperse, conversations once again filled the massive hall.
***
Meanwhile, in a place more than a hundred thousand miles away from Clear Moon City, a figure stood alone, holding a letter and carefully reading its contents.
Behind this person stretched nine towering mountain peaks, each rising so high that their tips seemed to pierce the clouds.
The sheer scale of the peaks made them feel almost otherworldly.
The air itself vibrated with dense spiritual essence, heavy and palpable, signaling that this was a place of profound cultivation.
"A Core Formation realm powerhouse in Clear Moon City?" the figure muttered, voice low and tinged with disbelief.
Three breaths later, a post was dispatched across the sect.
A day later, two stunning women rode gracefully in a flying boat, gliding through the skies toward the direction of Clear Moon City.
