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

Chapter 260: Chapter 260 The Detective’s Rod Never Misses a Clue

The words struck deep.

Like a verdict passed upon a fallen idol.

At that moment, all eyes instinctively turned.

Lin Feng was already walking away.

Unhurried.

Unbothered.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture straight and composed, as if everything that had just transpired was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Each step he took was steady, calm… carrying an air of quiet authority.

Like a sage who had descended, revealed the truth…

…and left without seeking recognition.

The sunlight seemed to stretch his shadow long across the ground, making his figure appear even more distant, more untouchable.

No one dared to stop him.

No one dared to speak to him.

Behind him…

Chaos.

Shattered faith.

Broken admiration.

And a man frozen in place, drowning in humiliation.

And yet, Lin Feng never once looked back.

He stepped into Ling Lan’s restaurant, and immediately the warm, bustling atmosphere greeted him.

“Mentor Lin Feng!”

“Young Master Lin Feng!”

“Master Lin Feng!”

The words carried weight, spoken with genuine reverence.

Everywhere he went, eyes followed him with a mixture of awe and respect, especially after what he had just accomplished.

In a world rife with scammers and frauds, where the weak and ordinary were constantly exploited, Lin Feng’s actions stood out like a beacon of justice.

Most of the time, it was the common people who bore the brunt of such evils, their lives upended by those who thrived on deceit and manipulation.

But Lin Feng… he had turned the tables.

He had exposed the conman, humiliated the fraudulent, and reminded everyone that cunning and cruelty could not always hide behind a mask.

No matter how deep the lies run, no matter how strong the deceivers seem… in the end, truth always prevails.

To the people, he was more than just a cultivator… he was a symbol of fairness, strength, and the rare kind of courage that demanded respect.

Even the bystanders who had doubted him moments ago now looked at him differently, their fear of injustice tempered by a newfound admiration.

“Young Master Lin Feng,” they repeated, some bowing their heads slightly, others whispering in hushed tones, “he is someone who truly protects the innocent… someone we can trust.”

Meanwhile, the moment Lin Feng stepped into Ling Lan’s restaurant, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

The place was no longer the desolate little eatery he had seen on his last visit.

Now, Ling Lan had waitresses moving gracefully between tables, extra cooks busy at the stoves, and the air smelled rich with the aroma of freshly prepared dishes.

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. Today, he knew, he would enjoy his late lunch to the fullest.

As for Master Xie Yan… he no longer occupied even a flicker of his thoughts.

Lin Feng had long since let go of any concern for the fallen con artist and mass murderer.

Master Xie Yan would soon be in very capable hands.

At the thought of it, Lin Feng couldn’t help but smile.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng and his companions made their way to a table.

It didn’t take long for Ling Lan to notice him.

“Young Master Lin Feng!” she called, rushing toward him, her face glistening with sweat from the kitchen.

But rather than diminishing her charm, the slight sheen only enhanced it as hard work had carved a certain brilliance into her features, a raw and undeniable beauty.

There was something priceless in a woman who devoted herself wholeheartedly to her craft, something worth far more than a mountain of spirit stones.

She reached him, bowing slightly while still catching her breath, her eyes shining with admiration and relief.

***

The news of Lin Feng’s astonishing feat spread like wildfire throughout Clear Moon City, faster than any messenger could run, faster than any gossip could twist.

“What… what? Lin Feng defeated a foundation establishment realm expert?!” someone shouted in disbelief in the market, causing a stall of merchants to freeze mid-motion.

“You must be joking! Lin Feng is only in the third stage of the Body Refining Realm! How could he possibly take down someone so powerful?” a young cultivator exclaimed, his hands trembling slightly as he spoke.

“Be careful what you say!” an older man barked. “Misinformation these days can get someone killed. Don’t throw words around without proof!”

“But master, it’s true!” a clansman protested, breathless from running to deliver the news. “Hundreds of people saw it! He did it in the slums earlier today! I swear, it’s true!”

Every corner of the city seemed to hum with the story.

In the alleys, children whispered it like a ghost story and in the markets, vendors repeated it as fact while arguing about the unbelievable legend that Lin Feng was becoming.

Even the lowliest of beggars paused, tilting their heads in awe.

More than that, the great clans, the families who had long ruled the city through wealth, influence, and martial power, could no longer ignore Lin Feng.

Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, they began investigating what happened today.

Defeating Guo Han was one thing.

After all, he merely possessed enviable strength that allowed him to rival a Foundation Establishment powerhouse.

But defeating Xie Yan, a true expert of the Foundation Establishment Realm, was an entirely different matter.

That was an accomplishment worthy of both recognition and alarm.

One had to understand that cultivators at this level already possessed countless secret techniques, as numerous as the hairs on an ox, making them extraordinarily dangerous opponents.

Killing such an expert was already a difficult feat.

But capturing one alive?

That was a challenge on an entirely different level.

And to think that Lin Feng was only in the third stage of the Body Refining Realm.

It would have been easier to drink the entire ocean dry than for someone at his level to so effortlessly capture a figure like Master Xie Yan.

This was reason enough for the big clan to dispatch spies and informants, scouring the slums, questioning witnesses, cross-referencing rumors.

Every scrap of information only reinforced the shocking truth.

Lin Feng was no ordinary junior. No mere prodigy or teacher.

He was likely a hidden young master from one of the ancient clans, someone whose true strength and lineage had been concealed.

The implications were staggering!