I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 76 Throne

Lin Feng nodded and, with a single thought, effortlessly glimpsed the history of Li Ruoxi’s life.

He saw a woman shaped by cruelty, discipline, and ruthless expectations... a cold, thorny beauty who would not hesitate to put a knife to the side of any man foolish enough to speak the wrong words around her.

This, of course, was not unusual for someone raised from childhood to be nothing more than a weapon for the Li clan.

"Earth could be ugly sometimes," Lin Feng thought, "but this xianxia world, with all its godlike abilities, only magnifies the ugliness of the human condition to an incredible degree." Power did not purify humanity... it merely stripped away the masks faster.

With that thought, he casually beckoned for the match to begin.

One hand rested behind his back, relaxed and unguarded, while the other gestured lightly for Li Ruoxi to come forward, as though inviting a friend rather than facing a deadly opponent.

"Come," he said with a faint smile. "I’m already quite excited to play this game with you."

A heartbeat later, Li Ruoxi moved.

Bang!

Her figure vanished in an instant, leaving behind only a ripple in the air.

In the next moment, her sword flashed beneath the blazing sunlight, streaking toward Lin Feng’s head with terrifying speed and precision.

The blade cut through the air with a shrill whistle, carrying enough force that, if it struck true, Lin Feng would undoubtedly be sliced cleanly in two.

But of course, how could Lin Feng allow that to happen?

He raised a single hand and...

Boom!

A massive shockwave exploded outward, violently scattering the surrounding air and sand.

The chaotic spiritual essence released by Li Ruoxi was abruptly halted, crushed as if it had slammed into an invisible wall.

Her eyes widened, pupils shrinking as disbelief flooded her expression.

"This... how could this be?!" Li Ruoxi exclaimed, her voice trembling.

Lin Feng had not dodged. He had not even shifted his stance.

He stood exactly where he was, perfectly composed, one hand still resting casually behind his back while his right hand was raised in front of him.

His forefinger alone was pressed against the sharp edge of her sword, stopping it completely.

"He... he stopped my sword with his finger! One finger!" Li Ruoxi screamed in her mind.

Her heart pounded violently.

This was no ordinary blade... it was her Dharma treasure, infused with spiritual power, capable of cleaving mountains and splitting rivers.

And yet, it had been halted by nothing more than flesh.

"I don’t believe it!" she roared inwardly.

With a fierce cry, she unleashed a torrential flurry of attacks.

Her sword became a blur, striking from every angle... above, below, left, right... each strike filled with killing intent.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Each blow was met by that same single finger.

Slash after slash, thrust after thrust and yet none of them broke through.

The sound of metal striking flesh rang endlessly through the desert, sharp and piercing.

Li Ruoxi attacked hundreds of times, then thousands, her movements growing faster, more desperate, more ferocious.

Yet that finger blocked every strike perfectly, as if it had a thousand eyes of its own.

No matter how she attacked, her sword could not advance even an inch.

It was as though that single finger was stronger than her Dharma treasure, stronger than steel, stronger than her very cultivation.

Cold sweat slid down her back as an unprecedented fear crept into her heart.

"I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe it!" Li Ruoxi shouted, her voice trembling with both rage and disbelief.

Her figure vanished from Lin Feng’s front, and when she reappeared, she was already dozens of meters away, standing atop a dune.

Her eyes burned with determination.

She waved her sword five times in rapid succession, each slash slicing through the air and leaving behind faint afterimages, before smoothly sheathing the blade at her waist.

Then she bent low, her posture coiled like a drawn bow, preparing for a lightning-fast draw...

Boom!

Li Ruoxi’s body erupted with a dark, ominous glow. The spiritual pressure she exuded surged explosively, increasing to at least a hundred times its former intensity.

The sand beneath her feet cracked and sank, and the air itself seemed to distort around her.

It was obvious she was no longer holding back... this was her full power.

"Hey, it’s just a simple exchange of pointers. Don’t get too serious now," Lin Feng called out casually.

But Li Ruoxi was already lost in her own world.

The shock of Lin Feng’s terrifying strength had shattered her composure, driving her to give everything she had to this match.

Pride, disbelief, and a fierce desire to prove herself burned in her chest.

"Li Ruoxi?"

"Midnight, you there?"

"It’s just a friendly sparring match... wake up!"

Lin Feng tried calling out to her, but it was no use.

Li Ruoxi remained frozen in her stance, her momentum tightly compressed like a storm about to be unleashed.

With every breath she took, the spiritual pressure surrounding her grew heavier, darker, and more oppressive, pressing down on the desert like an invisible mountain.

The dunes trembled. Loose stones vibrated.

Even the wind seemed to falter under the weight of her aura.

"...Alright," Lin Feng said after a moment, his tone still calm but now tinged with faint amusement.

"If that’s how you want to play it, then I have no other choice but to humor you as well."

He smiled, then slowly placed both his hands behind his back, standing tall and relaxed, as if he were about to take a leisurely stroll rather than face a devastating attack.

Then...

Bang!

An overwhelming spiritual pressure burst forth from Lin Feng, shaking the world itself.

The sky seemed to dim, the earth groaned, and the air rippled violently as his aura swept across the desert like a tidal wave, stunning everything in its path.

"What... is... this..." Li Ruoxi finally snapped out of it, her voice barely more than a whisper.