I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 Your Majesty, We Demand an Equal Distribution of Your Primordial Yang Essence! (Bonus Chapter for weekly NovelFire Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

Lin Feng and his group continued chatting while enjoying the food laid out on the table.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed as the conversation shifted from business to more casual matters.

During their discussion, Lin Feng also explained to Old Man Mo Xuan the true root cause of the strange ailments that had troubled him for many years.

He spoke calmly, pointing out how certain hidden injuries in Mo Xuan’s body had affected his cultivation and caused him to encounter far more bottlenecks than a cultivator of his level normally would.

Mo Xuan listened carefully, his brows slowly knitting together as the explanation became clearer.

“So that is why…” the old man muttered.

According to Lin Feng’s analysis, the problem had originated many years ago from an incident that Mo Xuan himself tried to forget the hardest.

When Lin Feng finished explaining the final part, Mo Xuan’s face instantly turned red with rage.

“I’m going to search the entire world for that big black dog and cut it into a million pieces!” Old Man Mo Xuan roared, slamming his palm against the table.

The nearby diners jumped slightly from the sudden outburst.

How could he not be furious?

Lin Feng had just revealed something extremely embarrassing from his past.

Many years ago, Mo Xuan had been bitten by a vicious big black dog during a strange encounter.

The bite had injured him in a very unfortunate place in his family jewels, causing hidden damage that had quietly affected his body ever since.

Not only had it disrupted parts of his cultivation and created more bottlenecks, it had also caused another deeply humiliating problem.

Because of that injury, Mo Xuan could barely last more than a few seconds with a woman.

He could only last for five breaths with a woman, no more. In fact, he would explode before even those five seconds had fully passed.

For a proud cultivator like him, this was nothing short of a lifelong embarrassment.

This was also the true reason why Mo Xuan had never married despite living for so many years.

It was not that he lacked admirers, nor that he had no interest in companionship.

It was simply because he knew he could not properly satisfy a partner.

Remembering all the frustration he had endured over the years, Mo Xuan clenched his fists tightly.

“That cursed beast ruined my life!” he growled.

Lin Feng calmly took a sip of tea, watching the old man vent his anger.

Meanwhile, Ning Xi and Ye Jian tried their best to maintain straight faces, though their shoulders trembled slightly as if they were struggling not to laugh at the ridiculous story.

The image of a powerful cultivator like Mo Xuan holding a grudge against a random black dog for untold years was simply too absurd.

“If you know any information about that big black dog, Young Master Lin Feng, please tell me,” Old Man Mo Xuan said with clenched teeth. His expression was filled with deep hatred.

“I will be indebted to you for life and owe you a hundred favors if you help me get revenge on that cursed beast!”

The more he spoke, the darker his face became.

It was clear that the grudge he held toward that dog had been festering in his heart for a very long time.

Lin Feng remained calm.

He thought about it for a brief moment before slowly shaking his head.

“That big black dog is not an enemy you can defeat, Senior Mo Xuan,” Lin Feng said evenly. “It would be better for you to forget this grudge and move on.”

Mo Xuan’s brows tightened.

Lin Feng continued.

“It has already been more than two thousand years since that incident. That creature has long grown far stronger than you can imagine.”

The words fell like a bucket of cold water on Mo Xuan’s burning anger.

The old man’s fists trembled slightly as rage surged through his chest.

For a moment, it looked as if he might erupt again.

However, he forced himself to remain silent.

Several breaths passed.

Ten breaths.

Then more.

Finally, Mo Xuan slowly exhaled and relaxed his clenched fists.

The hatred on his face gradually faded, replaced by a calm and somewhat reflective expression.

“Perhaps you are right, Young Master Lin Feng,” he said quietly.

He leaned back slightly and sighed.

“When the flowers of spring wither, one does not weep for the fallen petals, but prepares instead for the fruits of autumn.”

Mo Xuan nodded slowly to himself as if convincing his own heart.

“I shall move on now and let go of my obsession with the past.”

After all, he was no longer the desperate old man who had been staring at death just hours ago.

Now he had gained five hundred more years of life.

Five hundred years.

That was enough time to cultivate further, seek new opportunities, and enjoy the countless pleasures of the world once more.

Why should he risk his life chasing a grudge against a terrifying creature that had only grown stronger over two thousand years?

Mo Xuan stroked his beard and allowed a faint smile to appear on his face.

“Yes,” he murmured. “The future is far brighter than the past.”

For the first time in centuries, he truly felt hopeful about the years ahead.

Meanwhile, far away in another world within the vast multiverse, inside a towering and majestic palace, someone suddenly sneezed loudly.

“Ah… choo!”

The sound echoed through the enormous golden hall.

A moment later, another sneeze followed.

“Ah… choo!”

Then another.

“Ah… choo!”

The figure sitting upon the grand throne frowned deeply as the sneezing continued without end.

“Who dares speak ill of this great emperor!” the man roared angrily.

His voice carried an immense pressure that caused the air inside the palace to tremble slightly.

The man sitting on the throne possessed an extraordinary aura.

His eyes shone like blazing stars, and his presence alone was enough to make countless beings kneel in submission.