I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 185 She Saw My True Face And Forgot Her Ten Thousand Years Vow of Celibacy
The night had deepened into a quiet, almost oppressive stillness, yet Lin Feng sat hunched over his screen, the glow from the monitor casting sharp shadows across his face.
Beside him, Emery was just as focused, her fingers dancing across her controller with practiced precision.
They were in their usual world of virtual warfare, but something immediately struck Lin Feng as different this evening.
Her playstyle had changed.
At first, it was subtle.
A momentary pause here, a slightly delayed reflex there but soon, the differences became glaringly obvious.
Several times, she nearly died, her health dropping to the slimmest of slivers of one health remaining, her character teetering on the brink of death as bullets and missiles flew toward her from every angle.
Each time, she managed to evade just in the nick of time, her instincts still sharp but her reactions tinged with hesitation.
The effortless fluidity she usually displayed was now peppered with uncertainty, a flicker of distraction that Lin Feng had never seen before.
Despite it all, they still won every match.
Victory after victory flashed across the screen, their teamwork seamless, their coordination flawless.
Their MMR skyrocketed to levels that left other players in awe and Lin Feng, unsurprisingly, remained unshaken in his own skills.
But the difference in Emery gnawed at him.
When the final match ended, they both set their controllers down, the quiet clicking of buttons replaced by the low hum of the room.
Lin Feng leaned back, regarding her with measured curiosity, the weight of unspoken questions pressing between them.
He chose to address it directly.
"What’s the matter, Emery? You seem distracted. Is everything fine back home?" His voice was calm, giving no judgement whatsoever.
Emery hesitated, a faint flush crossing her cheeks as she lowered her gaze.
"I apologize, Master. My home is safe," she said softly, her voice tinged with something unspoken.
"It’s just... there has been a lot on my mind lately." She bowed low, the gesture sincere.
"I’ll take my leave now, Master. I’ll see you next week," Emery said softly.
She rose to her feet, bowed respectfully, then turned and walked out of the master bedroom, the door closing quietly behind her.
Lin Feng studied her cook for a long moment, his expression unreadable, his mind already turning over possibilities.
He did not believe her explanation... not entirely.
There was something beneath the surface, something she wasn’t saying.
Without a word, he extended his divine sense and probed into Emery’s mind. It was effortless.
There was nowhere she could hide, for the entire multiverse lay within his possession.
He let it drift past the surface, past the masks she put up for the world, and slip into the hidden corners where her true thoughts lingered.
As the tendrils of insight reached him, Lin Feng’s breath caught.
"This..." he mused inwardly, shock spreading through him as he pieced together what he had uncovered.
It was more serious than he could have imagined.
"My own cook? Taking a fancy on me?" Lin Feng thought, a flicker of surprise dancing across his mind.
He had to admit that he wasn’t entirely shocked.
After all, it was hardly difficult for any woman to be drawn to him.
He possessed everything a woman could possibly desire, from strength, skill, and power that no one could rival, to a face handsome enough to make hearts flutter at first glance, a kind and helpful nature that made people feel safe, and a heart of gold that was generous to a fault.
Truly, no woman in history could have resisted him, even if he had deliberately tried to push them away.
Lin Feng considered how to resolve this unexpected dilemma.
"Should I allow aliens to invade Emery’s world again?" he wondered.
He knew that Emery’s rare display of affection, even the flicker of lust, was born from moments of peace.
After countless millennia of battle, of defending her homeland against countless threats, she had earned the right to feel something tender, something purely her own.
Lin Feng shook his head, suppressing a chuckle.
"No... that would be petty," he thought firmly.
He couldn’t blame Emery for her feelings.
After all, she had endured more than most could even imagine.
The responsibility, if there was any, lay squarely with him.
His presence, his hidden master’s aura, and the way he spoke, walked, and moved effortlessly around women had all ensnared hearts without their consent.
Women were drawn to him, captivated by his abilities, his charm, his very existence.
Even his mere presence, the simple act of breathing near these women, could feel like an intoxicating aphrodisiac coursing through their veins, igniting them like torches on the verge of blazing out of control.
If anyone was to be held accountable for the stirrings of attraction around him, it was him alone.
"What to do now?" Lin Feng thought, feeling the familiar tug of frustration as he realized he was back to square one.
He did not want to encourage this small infatuation, only to watch it grow into a far larger problem later.
Lin Feng then activated his divination skills, carefully tracing the threads of fate to determine what Emery was most likely to do in the future.
Countless possibilities unfolded before him like an endless river of light, each branch representing a different choice, a different outcome.
Within moments, he grasped the most probable path the future would take.
"Ahhh... all is well," he mused inwardly, relief washing over him.
"Emery is not someone who would express her feelings so easily. If conditions remain the same, she would probably confess in a million years or so."
A million years. That sounded perfectly acceptable.
By then, circumstances would have long since changed.
Her five-year stay by his side would be over, and whatever fragile affection had taken root would naturally fade with time and distance.
But just as he prepared to withdraw his divination, a thought struck him.
Variables.
Lin Feng adjusted the projection slightly and added a new factor into the equation... himself acquiring more women around him.
What he saw next nearly shattered his composure.
The timeline shifted violently.
The projected one million years of waiting began shrinking at an alarming rate!
