I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 155 Deep Penetration into Enemy Territory
Li Zhiyan prided herself on her discipline, on the stillness of her heart.
Yet in that brief moment, her body had reacted before her mind could suppress it.
She had seen countless handsome young masters in her life.
As a gifted pill master with status and beauty, she had never lacked suitors.
Some were charming, others powerful, many refined.
But this...
This was the first time she had spent more than an hour continuously in the company of a single man.
And not just any man... Lin Feng.
He was calm without being cold. Confident without arrogance.
Even when surrounded by tension, he remained steady, as if nothing in the world could truly shake him.
What am I even thinking? Li Zhiyan scolded herself internally.
In the cultivation world, appearances were meaningless.
A man who looked no older than thirty might have lived for thousands of years.
For all she knew, Lin Feng could be an ancient being, a hidden expert who had witnessed entire eras rise and fall.
He might not be young at all... He could be ten thousand years old, she reasoned, trying to cool the heat in her chest with logic.
The thought should have steadied her.
Instead, it only made him seem more unfathomable.
She subtly shook her head, pushing down the distracting impulses.
Her path was the Dao of alchemy... flames, cauldrons, medicinal formulas and the martial path that would allow her to live for thousands of years.
That was where her focus belonged.
Emotional entanglements only clouded judgment and slowed progress.
Soon, Su Muyao called them to dine.
The table was filled with carefully prepared dishes.
Steam rose gently from the bowls, carrying rich, comforting aromas through the room.
The braised meat glistened under the light, tender and fragrant.
The soup carried the faint scent of nourishing herbs.
Even the side dishes were arranged beautifully, as though Su Muyao had poured her heart into every detail.
Su Wanwan ate happily, chatting endlessly between bites.
Lin Feng tasted each dish calmly, offering polite praise where appropriate.
"The balance of flavors is excellent," he remarked once, and Su Muyao’s eyes lit up ever so slightly at his approval.
Li Zhiyan ate quietly, analyzing the meal out of habit.
She had to admit... the food was impressive for a mortal meal.
The flavors were harmonious, layered with care and patience.
It was not the work of someone cooking absentmindedly.
It was the work of someone trying to win favor.
Two hours passed in what appeared to be a peaceful, almost domestic atmosphere.
Lin Feng also brought out the takeout dishes he had prepared earlier, and soon the table... already cleared after Su Muyao’s cooking was filled once again.
The aroma of food rose warmly into the air as they continued eating.
All four of them were cultivators, so their appetites were naturally large.
After all, the food they consumed did more than satisfy hunger... it also provided spiritual essence to nourish their bodies and cultivation.
Even though Su Muyao and Su Wanwan still possessed mortal physiques and had not yet stepped into the Body Refining Realm, Lin Feng quietly assisted them.
As they ate, he subtly guided the spiritual essence within the food, helping them siphon and absorb it properly.
Rather than allowing the energy to disperse wastefully, he directed it to nourish their meridians and temper their bodies first ensuring they would build a stable and solid foundation before officially embarking on the path of cultivation.
Laughter came from Su Wanwan. Occasional polite exchanges flowed between the adults.
But beneath that surface calm, tension quietly brewed.
Su Muyao’s gaze often drifted toward Lin Feng when she thought no one was looking.
Li Zhiyan noticed.
Lin Feng certainly noticed.
Eventually, Su Muyao set down her cup.
The faint clink of porcelain against wood sounded louder than it should have.
She lifted her eyes to Lin Feng. This time, there was no playful softness, no veiled suggestion.
Only resolve.
"Mentor Lin Feng," she began gently, though her tone carried unmistakable intent, "may I speak with you for a moment?"
She paused briefly, her fingers tightening subtly against the table’s edge.
"There is something very important I need to discuss with you... and it may take some time."
The words were carefully chosen.
Direct.
Without retreat.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.
Su Wanwan blinked curiously, unaware of the undercurrents swirling around her.
Li Zhiyan’s fingers tightened within her sleeves, her pulse betraying her calm exterior.
She had anticipated this moment from the second she saw Su Muyao’s attire earlier.
Lin Feng, however, remained composed.
He met Su Muyao’s gaze evenly.
In his heart, he had known from the beginning that tonight would not end quietly.
The important discussion was merely the opening move.
Lin Feng glanced at Su Wanwan and immediately understood that he could not refuse Su Muyao in front of his student.
Doing so would raise questions and perhaps hurt the young girl’s feelings.
"Lead the way, Lady Su," Lin Feng said calmly. "I have all the time in the world for the mother of my student."
His tone was polite, measured, and impossible to read.
Su Muyao’s eyes flickered with satisfaction, though she masked it well.
She gave a gentle nod and turned gracefully, her red dress swaying softly as she walked.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the same private room as the day before.
The air felt heavier the moment they stepped inside.
Lin Feng entered after her and quietly shut the door.
The soft click of the latch sliding into place echoed faintly in the otherwise silent chamber.
He even secured it with an inner lock.
Before him, Su Muyao raised one slender hand.
Her fingers formed a subtle seal as she murmured under her breath...
"Hidden Peach Blossom Formation... open."
A faint ripple of spiritual energy spread outward like an invisible wave.
For a brief second, a soft, almost musical hum resonated through the air.
It was accompanied by a fleeting, delicate feminine moan... illusory and symbolic before the sound dissolved completely into silence.
