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

Chapter 297: Chapter 297 I Need Your Divine Essence to Repair My Cracked Core!

“It’s fine,” Lin Feng replied lazily, his eyes still closed, his voice already carrying a hint of sleepiness. “It’s only hard at the start. You’ll get used to it.”

His tone was casual, unconcerned, as though this were the most natural thing in the world.

Daoist Falling Snow’s lips pressed together faintly at his words, but she said nothing more.

After a brief pause, she slowly raised her hands.

A moment later, she placed them lightly on his shoulders.

She was relieved perhaps more than she cared to admit that he was still fully clothed. The thin barrier of fabric gave her just enough distance to maintain a semblance of composure.

Carefully, almost cautiously, she began.

Her movements were stiff at first, lacking rhythm, her fingers unsure of where to press or how much force to apply. This was a battlefield she had never stepped onto before, and it showed.

Yet despite her inexperience, her hands were soft, her control precise.

Years of cultivation had given her an innate sense of balance and flow of the human body, even if she didn’t yet understand how to apply it here.

The room fell quiet.

The only sounds were the faint rustle of fabric, the soft chirping of the little chicken as it wandered nearby, and the steady rhythm of her breathing as she gradually found her pace.

Lin Feng remained still, his expression relaxed, as though he had already entrusted everything to her without a second thought.

And slowly…

Very slowly…

Daoist Falling Snow began to adapt.

Eventually, she found it not difficult at all.

As a cultivator with exquisite knowledge of the human body, combined with her ability to utilize her spiritual sense to perceive the flow of energy and tension beneath the skin, Daoist Falling Snow adapted far faster than she had expected.

What began as hesitant, uncertain movements quickly transformed into something precise and controlled.

Her fingers traced along his shoulders, down his arms, across his back and each press deliberate, each motion guided not only by instinct but by refined awareness.

Through her spiritual sense, she could feel where the muscles were tight, where energy was stagnant, and where pressure would yield the greatest relief.

It did not take long before she had already covered every inch of Lin Feng’s body with surprising thoroughness.

She’s good… Lin Feng mused inwardly, his expression relaxed, his eyes remaining closed as he allowed himself to sink deeper into comfort.

The tension in his body melted away under her touch, and for once, he did not resist the urge to simply rest.

Daoist Falling Snow continued silently, her earlier resistance gradually fading. What once felt humiliating now became something else… something closer to focus, even discipline.

“I’ll do your back now, Master Lin Feng,” she said softly.

“Mm…” Lin Feng responded with a faint, contented murmur as he shifted positions, turning over without opening his eyes.

She adjusted her posture slightly and placed her hands upon his back.

This time, her movements flowed naturally, no longer stiff or uncertain. Her fingers pressed and released in steady rhythm, following the lines of muscle and energy pathways with quiet mastery.

Time passed… slowly, almost imperceptibly.

The sunlight outside shifted, shadows stretching across the room, yet neither of them paid it any mind.

Lin Feng’s breathing grew deeper and more even, his body completely at ease, while Daoist Falling Snow maintained her steady pace without interruption.

Hours slipped by.

Before either of them truly noticed, three full hours had passed.

Daoist Falling Snow gradually slowed her movements, her hands coming to a brief halt as she reflected.

Did I miss a spot? Her brows knit ever so slightly as she extended her spiritual sense once more, carefully scanning every area she had worked on.

Every muscle, every meridian, every point of tension… she reviewed them all with meticulous attention.

A normal mortal would have long since collapsed from exhaustion, but to her, this was nothing. Even if she continued for days without rest, it would not burden her in the slightest.

Still…

There was a brief moment of hesitation.

There were certain areas she had instinctively avoided… not out of inability, but out of restraint. Her gaze lowered slightly, though her expression remained composed.

Her eyes locked onto the space between Lin Feng’s legs, where a huge, heavy monster strained against the fabric, barely contained and pulsing with raw power.

After a moment of thought, she exhaled softly and dismissed the notion. Lin Feng had given no instruction, nor any sign that more was required. That alone was enough.

With her decision made, she resumed her work, beginning another slow and careful pass. This time, her movements carried a subtle refinement, smoother and more confident than before.

Her fingers moved with quiet elegance, her touch balanced between strength and gentleness. There was no longer any hesitation… only control.

The little chicken hopped closer, tilting its head as if observing her technique, then gave a small, approving chirp before settling nearby.

Lin Feng remained still, his expression peaceful, as though he had completely entrusted himself to her hands.

And for the first time since entering this room…

Daoist Falling Snow no longer felt out of place.

Instead, she found herself oddly focused and almost… immersed and enjoying what she was doing.

Two more hours passed in quiet stillness.

This time, Daoist Falling Snow moved across Lin Feng’s body with far greater speed and precision than before. Her hands flowed seamlessly, no longer burdened by hesitation or uncertainty.

Each motion was perfect, precise, and effective, as though she had been practicing this art for years rather than mere hours.

Her breathing remained steady, her expression calm, but inwardly she could feel the great shift within herself. What had once felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable had now become almost… natural.

It was only to be expected.

For someone who could comprehend and master complex cultivation techniques, something as simple as a massage was trivial.

Given enough time, she could perfect even the most mundane skill to a level others would find astonishing. In truth, she could have continued like this for an entire day… or even longer.

Yet just as she was about to begin another round, Lin Feng’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

“That felt very good, Daoist Falling Snow. Thank you.”