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

Chapter 314: Chapter 314 This Spear Only Points at Jade Beauties

“I truly didn’t expect a so-called young master of an ancient clan to be so content hiding behind defensive treasures,” he said loudly, ensuring everyone could hear him.

“What a joke. Perhaps your mother was nothing more than a whore, birthing a coward who can only rely on a turtle shell like some pitiful beast.”

His words were sharp, vicious, and deliberately provocative.

For the first time…

Lin Feng stopped.

He slowly lowered his teacup and looked up.

A faint smile appeared on his face as his gaze landed on the man standing in the sky.

“It’s truly difficult to remain a good person,” Lin Feng mused lightly, his tone calm yet carrying an underlying chill, “when others insist on coming to my doorstep to seek trouble.”

It was at that very moment that Daoist Limitless Sword would come to understand a bitter truth… in this world, one must always be careful what they wish for.

Lin Feng slowly rose to his feet, calm and composed, his eyes lifting to meet the figure looming above him in the sky.

There was no fear, no hesitation.

“Here he comes!” Daoist Limitless Sword screamed inwardly, excitement and power intertwining in his mind.

Bang!

Daoist Limitless Sword’s body began to change. Muscles swelled visibly, thickening with incredible power, his stature growing taller by nearly a full foot.

His presence shifted and spiritual energy radiated outward, flowing over him like molten light. The aura around him was so intense that even the distant spectators felt their hearts tighten in awe and unease.

He no longer looked like a mere cultivator. He looked like an immortal descended into the city, a being beyond reckoning.

He braced himself with his utmost defense, ready to withstand whatever Lin Feng might unleash. Three breaths later, Lin Feng made his move.

Boom!

The enormous turtle shell, which had previously remained still in a defensive posture, suddenly moved as if it were alive.

It surged forward with incredible speed, cutting through the air like a comet made of stone and spiritual essence.

The crowd gasped as the shell accelerated toward Daoist Limitless Sword, leaving streaks of light and energy in its wake.

“Come!” Daoist Limitless Sword shouted, refusing to move. He wanted this moment… to be wounded, to appear heroic.

He envisioned Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing witnessing his bravery, his sacrifice, and finally yielding to him in admiration.

He wanted to be the man who had fought against overwhelming odds, the man who had endured for love. But his calculation was flawed. He had utterly underestimated Lin Feng’s turtle shell treasure.

The shell collided with him mid-air with the force of a collapsing mountain. There was no warning, no chance to react and only a crushing, unstoppable weight.

Daoist Limitless Sword felt his body shatter from within, his limbs disintegrating into pain and chaos. Spiritual energy that had flowed so freely within him twisted into agony, tearing at his essence.

“Where… am I? Why… can’t I see anything?” Those were his last, fragmented thoughts. His mind struggled to comprehend the impossibility of what was happening, but there was no escape.

No heroics could save him now.

“POOF!”

In an instant, his body dissolved into a thick, blood-red mist that dispersed across the sky, scattering like smoke in the wind.

Only silence remained, punctuated by the faint echoes of destruction and the lingering scent of iron.

The spectators froze, their jaws dropping, hearts pounding in disbelief. None could comprehend the swiftness of the defeat or the sheer overwhelming power Lin Feng had just displayed.

Even the most experienced cultivators among them felt the chill of fear run down their spines.

And yet… Lin Feng remained perfectly composed.

The massive turtle shell slowly settled back into place around him, its surface radiating a quiet but absolute strength.

Lin Feng lowered his hands, picked up his teacup, and took a slow sip as if he were enjoying a leisurely afternoon rather than standing in the aftermath of one of the most terrifying attacks ever witnessed.

Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing froze, their eyes widening in disbelief as crimson droplets rained down across the courtyard. Yet the moment the blood touched the ground, it didn’t even leave a stain.

Instead, it evaporated into a faint, swirling mist, vanishing like dust caught in a sudden gust of wind.

The courtyard, which a moment ago had been eerily silent, now seemed suspended in a surreal stillness, as if time itself had paused to witness what had just occurred.

Far above, hidden in the shadows, the many Foundation Establishment Realm powerhouses who had been observing with their spiritual senses recoiled in shock.

Their hearts raced, and their minds struggled to comprehend the impossible spectacle before them.

“Did… did Young Master Lin Feng just kill a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator with a single strike?” one voice whispered, trembling so violently that it almost broke the air around it.

Fear and disbelief intertwined in the words, betraying the calm mask most cultivators tried to maintain.

“Not him… he didn’t even move,” another corrected hastily, awe and terror coloring every syllable. “It’s that… that Turtle Shell treasure of his! That’s what killed the Nascent Soul cultivator!”

***

Meanwhile, in a hidden place, surrounded by countless formations, a figure emerged from a lake, weakly clawing his way to the shore. He collapsed onto the rocky ground, gasping for air.

“I… died just like that?” the man muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips. He hadn’t expected Lin Feng’s treasures to be this formidable.

This man, of course, was none other than Daoist Limitless Sword but he was different now.

His body retained the same domineering, muscular physique, yet his face had changed, transformed into that of an extremely handsome man.

If he were to return to life again, he reasoned, he might as well have a face worthy of his power. And now, finally, he did.

Daoist Limitless Sword had captured over fifty thousand men before finding the one that satisfied him. The rest, he discarded like trash.

“Young masters from ancient clans… they’re far too dangerous to fight,” he muttered to himself, pushing himself to stand. But before he could rise fully, something clamped onto his foot.

“What?!” he shouted in shock, but it was already too late.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” he screamed as he was dragged into the ground. His agonized cry echoed through the secluded place of his resurrection, lingering long after he vanished from sight.