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

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 The Dragon Seeks the Hidden Pink Pearl

By the end of the hour, Li Ruoxi was utterly spent.

Her once-fierce resistance had crumbled into broken, incoherent moans.

Her body convulsed weakly with every new stroke of his tongue, too sensitive, too exhausted to do anything but take it.

Finally, with one last, masterful swirl of his long tongue across her abused pink pearl, she reached a peak so intense it shattered what little strength she had left.

Her eyes rolled back, a final, shuddering cry tearing from her throat as her entire body went rigid then limp.

Li Ruoxi passed out cold, falling into absolute exhaustion and deep, dreamless sleep, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, her swollen, glistening folds twitching from the aftershocks.

Lin Feng finally lifted his head, his face glistening with her love juices.

He looked down at her unconscious, thoroughly satisfied form with a smug, satisfied smirk.

She had given a good fight… but in the end, it was never enough against a true immortal like him.

After Li Ruoxi finally drifted into a deep sleep, her breathing soft and steady, a new disturbance erupted within the city.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Each deafening удар echoed like thunder rolling across the heavens.

The ground shook relentlessly, tiles cracked, and even the sturdy walls of the city groaned under the pressure.

Dust fell from rooftops, and the air itself seemed to tremble as waves of spiritual force rippled outward.

“What’s happening?!” someone shouted from the streets, panic creeping into their voice.

“I think… someone’s fighting!” another replied, eyes wide with disbelief. “No… this isn’t normal. The spiritual pressure… it’s even stronger than a Foundation Establishment expert!”

“That’s impossible… could it be a Core Formation cultivator?!”

“Come on! Let’s go check it out!”

Fear and curiosity intertwined as mortals abandoned their homes and cultivators rushed out from their secluded courtyards.

Figures darted across rooftops, others soared into the air on flying artifacts, all heading toward the epicenter of the disturbance.

The usually peaceful city was thrown into chaos in mere moments.

Meanwhile, at the heart of it all, the battle raged on.

The tremors didn’t subside… instead, they grew more violent with each passing moment.

The shockwaves became heavier, denser, as if the very air was being compressed and shattered over and over again.

The pressure weighed down on everyone watching, forcing weaker cultivators to halt at a distance, their faces pale.

“There’s no way… whoever this is… they’re terrifying!”

“And that aura… it feels unfamiliar…”

“There’s no doubt about it,” an older cultivator muttered grimly, his expression darkening. “Someone extraordinary is making their move tonight.”

Hidden within the chaos, one truth became increasingly clear… Huo Mian could no longer remain unseen.

With so many eyes fixed on the battlefield, her presence was being exposed bit by bit.

Each strike she unleashed revealed more of her true strength, each collision sending out waves that announced her existence to the entire city.

Still, she showed no intention of holding back.

BOOM!

***

One hour later, Huo Mian returned, dragging a man behind her like a broken sack of flesh.

Heavy chains bound his limbs, clanking harshly against the ground with every step she took.

His face had long since been beaten into a bloody pulp, swollen and barely recognizable, his consciousness flickering on the edge of collapse.

This man was once a dignified clan elder of a prominent family within the city and was now nothing more than a disgraced criminal, the very culprit who had seized the lands of Chen Nuo’s family.

Tonight, justice had finally caught up to him.

Without slowing her pace, Huo Mian hauled him all the way to Lin Feng’s courtyard.

Her expression remained cold and indifferent, as though dragging down a once-powerful figure was no different from disposing of trash.

Yet behind the quiet streets, shadows stirred.

They were not alone.

Numerous spies trailed them from afar, their movements careful, their breaths restrained as they hid within corners, rooftops, and alleyways.

None dared to step too close, yet none were willing to leave.

What they witnessed tonight was simply too shocking to ignore.

“The Huo Clan… they’ve hidden themselves far too deeply…”

“We never even realized that Mentor Huo Mian is actually a Core Formation Realm expert!”

A wave of disbelief rippled through the watching cultivators.

“I suppose I should count myself lucky. My clan never dared to offend the Huo Clan…”

“First the Wang Clan… and now the Huo Clan… both possessing Core Formation powerhouses. And judging by this courtyard…” one of them paused, his gaze locking onto Lin Feng’s residence, a trace of fear surfacing in his eyes, “…it’s obvious that Mentor Huo Mian has a deep connection with Mentor Lin Feng.”

Silence fell for a brief moment before another voice spoke, low and filled with realization.

“All of these powerful, beautiful cultivators… somehow, all of them are linked to Mentor Lin Feng.”

A chill crept into their hearts.

“Only a fool would believe that this is merely coincidence.”

Huo Mian and Chen Nuo arrived shortly after, stepping into the courtyard under the dim glow of the night.

Lin Feng was already there, standing calmly as if he had long expected their return.

Behind him, all of his women had gathered as well, their presence forming an imposing yet elegant scene.

The moment Chen Nuo saw him, her legs gave out.

She dropped to her knees without hesitation.

“Thank you… thank you so much for bringing justice to my family…” her voice trembled, each word choked with overwhelming emotion. “Young Master Lin Feng, from this day forward… my life belongs to you.”

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face but they were no ordinary tears.

Mixed with the blood she had shed and the pain she had endured, they painted a haunting image, like tears of blood falling from a soul that had suffered too much.

Her body quivered as she bowed deeply, pressing her forehead against the cold ground, unwilling to rise.

This was not just gratitude… it was absolute surrender, born from despair, vengeance, and the fragile hope that had finally been fulfilled.