I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 42 Shoulder

"Ugly Yang... I mean, Liu Yang just has dust in his eyes, Teacher. He’s fine, and we were even trying to help him get it out," one of the boys lied smoothly, his tone casual and unconcerned, as if nothing wrong had happened.

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Bullying your fellow classmate and then lying straight to your teacher’s face," he said coldly, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge.

"Do you not know that the Grand Dao is not blind to your wrongdoings? Every action has its consequence. There is a fifty-fifty chance that your behavior will bring ruin upon your household."

He paused deliberately, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"And if the Grand Dao does not punish your family," he continued, "then it will target you alone. You’ll start losing your hair at the tender age of ten, your scalp shining brighter than a mirror, and your peers will laugh at you just as you now laugh at others."

The boys froze.

"Apologize to Liu Yang. Now," Lin Feng commanded, his voice filled with righteous indignation. "Or you will regret today more than any other day of your life."

Nearby teachers and students had already begun to notice the commotion.

Murmurs spread through the area like ripples across water.

"What is Teacher Lin Feng even talking about?"

"He’s really lost it, hasn’t he?"

"It’s such a pity. Someone as handsome as him, going crazy so young... what a waste of heavenly blessing!" Some laughed, others shook their heads in mock sympathy.

The whispers, the ridicule, the disbelief... Lin Feng heard all of it, yet none of it reached his heart.

He did not care about their opinions. He did not care about their laughter.

He was not here to entertain them.

He was here to correct two children who had been led astray by their surroundings, poisoned by cruelty, and blinded by the false thrill of power over the weak.

And no matter how much the world mocked him,

Lin Feng would not allow such behavior to continue under his watch.

"What are you two waiting for?" Lin Feng asked, his voice calm but carrying a weight that seemed to press down on the two boys.

His sharp gaze swept over them, leaving no room for defiance.

"We won’t apologize, Teacher! We did nothing wrong!" one of the boys said, his tone bold, his chin jutting out as if daring Lin Feng to argue.

"Yes! We didn’t do anything wrong," the other added quickly, his words dripping with false bravado.

"You’re the one in the wrong here, Teacher Lin Feng. We were just having fun and playing around. You’re already so big... you should know when to mind your own business."

Lin Feng’s expression remained calm, but his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"Fine," he said slowly, shaking his head.

"I’ve already warned you. Don’t come crying to me when the Grand Dao decides to punish you, or when you start going bald at such a young age. You may laugh now, but consequences come for everyone, sooner or later."

The boys blinked at him, unsure how seriously to take his words.

They were used to teachers ignoring their mischief, shrugging off complaints, or turning a blind eye.

Lin Feng was different.

There was a presence in him that made them shift uneasily, though they tried their best to hide it behind false bravado.

Lin Feng stopped looking at them.

His attention shifted entirely to Liu Yang, whose tears had slowed to quiet sniffles, his small body still trembling.

Kneeling slightly to meet the boy’s gaze, Lin Feng’s tone softened.

"I know it hurts," he said gently, "and I know it feels unfair. But this too shall pass. Right now, this may seem like the end of the world, but it is not. In just a few months, when you graduate from Spirit Spring Academy, you will see a world much bigger than this little courtyard, bigger than these petty bullies."

He placed a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"What happens here today will not define you. Do not let the cruelty of others convince you that you are any less valuable, or that your life is any less worthy. That is not true, Liu Yang. Never believe that."

Liu Yang sniffled again, trying to compose himself, but the fear and hurt in his eyes remained.

Lin Feng gave him a small smile, as if passing some invisible strength.

"And don’t believe their words about your family, either," Lin Feng continued.

"I know for a fact that your mother loves you very much. Only a mother who truly cares could raise such a son, brave enough to face a world that sometimes feels cruel. You have her love, Liu Yang... that is your shield and your strength. Hold onto it."

He tapped the boy’s shoulder twice, firm and encouraging, and then stood up.

With a calm, deliberate motion, he turned and walked away, his hands clasped behind his back, moving with the composure of a master who had seen far too much of the world to be shaken by trivial matters.

Behind him, the courtyard buzzed with whispers and laughter, but Lin Feng did not care.

He had done what mattered.

The seed had already been planted in Liu Yang’s heart... a seed of courage, of self-worth, of hope.

All that remained was to nurture it, and in time, it would grow into something unshakable.

As Lin Feng disappeared from sight, the boy wiped at his tears with the back of his sleeve, his small fists unclenching, his mind slowly absorbing the weight of Lin Feng’s words.

For the first time that day, Liu Yang felt that perhaps he was not so alone after all.

Liu Yang gazed at the spot where Lin Feng had disappeared, and suddenly, an idea sprang to life in his mind.

A small flame of hope ignited in his heart.

It wasn’t fully formed yet, but it carried a spark of courage... a feeling he had never dared to entertain before.

Lin Feng’s words, his calm yet resolute presence, and the way he had stood up for him left a deep impression.