I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 149 The Sword Fairy Fears My Chopsticks
"Qiao Mei," Lin Feng called softly, his voice calm yet carrying an authority that seemed to travel effortlessly across the stadium.
Though she had been standing some distance away, waiting for others to go down, she heard him as clearly as if he were standing right beside her.
Qiao Mei straightened at once.
Without the slightest hesitation, she made her way toward Lin Feng, moving with quiet grace as she adeptly sidestepped the flood of students crowding the area.
Her steps were smooth and unhurried, yet in only a few moments, she had already reached his side.
Her niece, Chu Jiangyue, who had been standing close by, quickly followed also.
"Yes, Mentor Lin Feng?" Qiao Mei asked respectfully the moment she stood before him.
Her posture was straight, her tone gentle yet attentive.
Lin Feng gave a small nod.
"Kindly inform your classmates about lunch today... my original students, before today’s additions," he said.
"I’ve been meaning to treat all of you for some time now. Since we’ve welcomed new students today, I think it’s only fitting that we celebrate properly."
His gaze softened slightly. "You and Jiangyue are welcome to join us as well, if you’d like. There’s no need to stand on ceremony."
Chu Jiangyue’s eyes lit up instantly, sparkling like stars. She didn’t even wait for her aunt to respond.
"Aunt Mei and I would love that, Mentor Lin Feng!" she declared brightly.
Her excitement was impossible to hide.
Spending more time with her favorite teacher clearly delighted her, and even Qiao Mei couldn’t suppress the faint smile tugging at her lips.
"If that is the case, we would be honored to join," Qiao Mei added more composedly, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her own happiness.
"I’ll go inform the others right away, Mentor Lin Feng," she said before turning toward Su Wanwan and the rest of the class.
She walked with steady steps, gathering the students together.
Not even a full minute passed before a familiar figure came hurrying over.
Big Fatty Yuan Bao.
He approached with exaggerated swagger, his round face glowing with anticipation, a grin so wide it seemed to stretch from ear to ear.
"Mentor Lin Feng!" he called out, clasping his hands dramatically as if greeting a long-lost benefactor.
"I heard the glorious news that you would be treating us to lunch today!"
He inhaled deeply, placing one hand over his chest. "You truly are the epitome of kindness, the embodiment of generosity, the shining beacon of virtue among all mentors! Unable to bear the thought of your poor, starving students suffering even for a single afternoon!"
Several nearby students rolled their eyes.
Yuan Bao puffed out his chest proudly and thumped it three times with solemn intensity.
"Worry not, Mentor Lin Feng! Senior Brother Yuan Bao is a man of restraint. A moderate eater at best!"
A cough from behind him caused a few students to choke back laughter.
"I shall only consume what is necessary for survival," he continued earnestly.
"Perhaps... three bowls of rice. Four at most. And maybe a modest portion of meat purely for maintaining cultivation energy, of course. I would never let you suffer holes in your pockets."
He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "In fact, if needed, I can even skip dessert."
The silence that followed made his words even more suspicious.
Lin Feng looked at him calmly, his expression unreadable. "Is that so?"
"Absolutely!" Yuan Bao declared, patting his belly with confidence. "You can trust me on this sacred vow!"
Behind him, one of the much older students, already ninety years old, muttered under his breath, "The last time I heard him say that, he emptied half the restaurant."
Yuan Bao pretended not to hear.
The atmosphere around them grew livelier by the second.
Two minutes later, everyone had gathered around Lin Feng.
He looked at the familiar faces before him... his six original students.
Wang Yuyan stood calmly with her usual quiet elegance.
Su Wanwan practically vibrated with excitement.
Chu Jiangyue lingered close to her aunt, Qiao Mei, who maintained her graceful composure.
Liu Yang stood shy and silent.
And last but certainly not least, Yuan Bao occupied slightly more space than the rest combined.
"Is everyone ready?" Lin Feng asked, sweeping his gaze across them.
"Yes! Wanwan is always ready, Mentor Lin Feng!" Su Wanwan chirped, nearly bouncing off the ground.
A warm memory surfaced in her heart... the first day she had met him.
Back then, she had been nervous and unsure, and he had taken her out to lunch after finding her training alone in the back forest of the academy.
That simple gesture had meant more to her than he probably realized.
Thinking about it now almost brought tears to her eyes.
The others nodded in agreement.
"We’re ready, Mentor," Wang Yuyan said softly.
"Anywhere you lead, Mentor Lin Feng," Liu Yang added respectfully.
Yuan Bao puffed out his chest. "Senior Brother Yuan Bao was born ready."
Lin Feng chuckled faintly. "Good. Let’s walk to the restaurant. After sitting through such a long morning class, it’s better to stretch our legs."
He turned and began leading them out of the academy gates.
The group naturally followed behind him, drawing curious looks from passing students.
They were too many to fit into Qiao Mei’s carriage anyway, so walking together felt more fitting.
Everywhere they passed, eyes followed them.
Whispers rose in waves, but the greatest shock came when people noticed Li Zhiyan walking quietly at the back of the group.
"Is that the famous pill prodigy of the Li Clan, Li Zhiyan?"
"Why is she following behind them like a servant?"
"Are you stupid? A pride of heaven like her would never lower herself to be a servant. She has probably joined Teacher Lin Feng’s class."
People whispered all around them, but Lin Feng’s students paid little attention.
In fact, Big Fatty Yuan Bao took the lead in keeping the atmosphere lively, talking nonstop and laughing loudly as if the entire street belonged to him.
With such cheerful chatter accompanying them, thirty minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
They all stopped before a massive building that towered over the surrounding structures.
The restaurant was grand beyond compare... its exterior crafted from dark polished wood and jade-inlaid pillars, golden lanterns hanging in perfect symmetry along the entrance.
The roof curved upward like a soaring phoenix, its tiles shimmering faintly under the afternoon sun.
At the entrance stood a large plaque with three imposing characters carved in ancient script.
The Myriad Origins Wandering Inn.
