I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 48 Extreme

"Wow! Big Sister Mei is beautiful!" Su Wanwan gasped from the side, her eyes shining with awe.

Qiao Mei’s body glowed brilliantly, enveloped in a pure white radiance that seemed almost sacred.

The light poured out of her like a second skin, illuminating the entire classroom and casting long, shimmering shadows across the walls.

Snowflakes began to drift into existence around her, forming out of thin air.

Frost crept along the floor, and delicate layers of ice spread outward, crystallizing the air itself.

The temperature dropped sharply, yet the cold did not feel hostile... rather, it felt controlled, refined, and perfectly restrained.

Despite the overwhelming surge of icy power, not a single desk was damaged, not a single wall cracked.

Everything remained intact, as though the classroom existed in a different space, untouched by the raging force surrounding her.

The rest of Lin Feng’s students sat frozen, their faces filled with shock, admiration, and disbelief.

Yet none of them were harmed in the slightest. Of course, Lin Feng had made sure of that.

An outburst of power like this could have flattened the classroom and injured everyone within it, but not a single strand of hair on his students’ heads was disturbed.

As for Qiao Mei herself, Lin Feng had not touched her, nor had he infused any power into her body.

He had done nothing more than speak.

And yet...

Those words alone had guided her into sudden enlightenment.

To ordinary cultivators, enlightenment was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... something that could only be stumbled upon by sheer luck.

No amount of hard work, resources, or preparation could guarantee it. It could never be forced.

It could never be bought. One could only hope and wait for it to arrive.

But to Lin Feng, enlightenment was... different.

With the Grand Dao as his servant, it was effortless for him to create such legendary events whenever he wished.

A single sentence from him could shake a soul. A single glance could alter destiny.

A single thought could guide someone onto a completely new path.

This was not arrogance.

This was simply the reality of a true immortal.

After becoming a true immortal, he had gained access to knowledge so vast that the very concept of "unknown" had nearly ceased to exist for him.

There was nothing within his own personal multiverse that he did not understand.

Not the laws of heaven.

Not the secrets of life and death.

Not the origins of time, space, karma, or fate.

Even a single blade of grass... Lin Feng could discern its past, present, future, structure, purpose, and ultimate destiny with a single glance.

And now, standing calmly in the classroom, he had just used that boundless wisdom to push Qiao Mei one step closer to her true path.

"Do not fear, Qiao Mei. Reveal your true self," Lin Feng said calmly, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Even if the heavens themselves were to collapse, I... your teacher... will shoulder it for you."

His words did not shake the air.

They shook her soul.

Qiao Mei heard him clearly, as if his voice had bypassed her ears entirely and spoken directly to her heart.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The spiritual pressure around her exploded.

It didn’t merely increase... it surged exponentially, rising faster and faster, as if an invisible dam had shattered.

The air itself trembled, rippling outward in violent waves.

Cracks spread across the spiritual fabric of the room, and a suffocating pressure descended like the weight of a mountain.

One realm shattered.

Then another.

Then another.

Each detonation marked the breaking of a boundary, the collapse of a bottleneck, the transcendence of a limit she had once believed she could not achieve in this life... all triggered by a single moment of enlightenment.

Qiao Mei’s aura transformed completely.

The restrained, suppressed presence she once carried vanished, replaced by something vast, cold, and profound.

Her Mystic Yin Physique finally revealed itself, no longer hidden, no longer shackled, and no longer afraid.

"How is this possible?" Chu Jiangyue gasped, her voice trembling as she stood beside her aunt.

She had always known Qiao Mei was strong. She had always admired her. But what she was witnessing now... this was beyond comprehension.

Her aunt’s cultivation was advancing at a terrifying speed, her power soaring higher with every breath.

Even Chu Jiangyue’s own aura felt small and insignificant in comparison, as though she were standing before an ancient glacier rather than a person.

More than that, the fragments of her aunt’s true past... the suffering, the danger, the sacrifices were beginning to surface based on what she heard Lin Feng said.

The realization struck her deeply, and her chest tightened with emotion.

So that’s why...

Chu Jiangyue clenched her fists, her eyes filled with both shock and concern.

She silently vowed that once this was over, she would ask her Aunt Qiao Mei everything.

Every secret.

Every wound.

Every truth she had hidden.

While Qiao Mei continued to break through realm after realm, no one in the multiverse was aware of what was happening to her.

Under normal circumstances, such a phenomenon... no matter how extraordinary would have gone completely unnoticed, hidden beneath the vast currents of heaven and destiny.

But someone from her past felt something.

In a faraway land, deep within a secluded cave, a man who had been in closed-door cultivation for countless years suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyelids snapped open without warning.

"This feeling..." he muttered, his voice hoarse as if he had not spoken in ages.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation tugged at his heart, pulling his attention toward a distant direction.

His gaze shifted instinctively, locking onto the horizon as though something beyond space itself had stirred him awake.

He tried to remember.

He searched his memories, his soul, his very existence but an impenetrable fog clouded his mind.

No matter how hard he tried to push through it, his thoughts slipped away like mist through his fingers.

"Strange..." he whispered.

There was something important.

Something he should remember.

Something that once meant everything to him.

Yet the moment he tried to grasp it, the memory shattered, leaving behind only a faint ache in his chest and a sense of loss he couldn’t explain.

His brows furrowed as he continued to stare in that direction, unmoving.

"Why... can’t I remember?" he murmured.

The fog in his mind remained unbroken.

Still, the strange feeling did not fade.

Instead, it lingered... persistent, haunting like a distant echo calling out to him from beyond time itself.