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

Chapter 363: Chapter 363 The Sword Is Unsheathed, but the Disciple Is MIA

The carriage rolled to a gentle stop as they arrived at Spirit Spring Academy, its grand gates already bustling with activity.

Before anyone else could even move, Su Wanwan sprang down from the carriage like a lively little rabbit, her small shoes barely making a sound as they touched the ground.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks slightly flushed as she clenched her tiny fists.

Yes! Wanwan is going to see Mentor Lin Feng again! she squealed inwardly, her heart thumping with anticipation.

Without waiting for the others, she hurried toward the academy grounds, her steps quick and light as if she feared even a second’s delay would make her miss him.

The moment she reached the field, however, her enthusiasm faltered just a little. The place was packed.

A vast crowd stretched as far as her eyes could see… thousands upon thousands of students gathered together.

Their robes fluttered in the breeze, voices overlapping into a constant hum, and spiritual auras filled the air in waves.

Most of them weren’t even children like her but fully grown adults, their towering figures making her feel even smaller in comparison.

Still, Su Wanwan refused to give up. She stood on her tiptoes, craning her neck as high as she could.

Her bright eyes darted everywhere… left, right, forward, even behind her as if she might somehow catch a glimpse of that familiar figure.

“Mentor Lin Feng…” she whispered under her breath, almost as if calling out to him would make him appear.

She squeezed through small gaps between people, her tiny frame allowing her to slip past legs and robes with surprising ease.

Occasionally, she bumped into someone, but she would quickly murmur a soft apology before continuing her search, her determination unshaken.

Minutes passed.

The excitement that had once filled her began to slowly fade, replaced by a faint trace of worry.

Her steps grew slower, and her head lowered slightly, though her eyes still scanned the crowd with stubborn persistence.

Why can’t Wanwan find him…? she thought, her lips pressing into a small pout.

Finally, after searching for what felt like forever, she came to a stop. Her shoulders drooped just a little, and she looked around once more, hoping that she had somehow missed him.

But no matter how hard she looked, she still couldn’t find the person she wanted to see the most.

“Wanwan can’t see Mentor Lin Feng… where is he?” she muttered softly, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Even so, she didn’t leave.

Instead, she stood there quietly, rising onto her tiptoes once again, her small figure lost within the massive crowd still searching, still hoping that at any moment, he would appear before her.

***

Meanwhile, Lin Feng lay trapped in the luxurious confines of his own bedroom, his body still heavy with the remnants of deep sleep. He hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.

His stomach growled faintly in protest, but the moment he cracked his eyes open, all thoughts of food vanished instantly. A warm, wet sensation engulfed the most sensitive part of his body.

Between his spread legs knelt a stunning figure, her long black hair cascading like silk over his thighs.

Ling Lan’s delicate face was flushed with determination as her soft, pink lips stretched obscenely around the thick head of his massive yang spear.

Her tongue danced eagerly along the underside, tracing every bulging vein with shameless hunger.

She bobbed her head slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, taking him deeper into her hot, velvety mouth with every downward stroke.

The lewd, wet slurping sounds echoed through the quiet room as she struggled valiantly against his enormous size.

Her cheeks hollowed with effort, and her jaw ached from the sheer girth, yet she refused to pull back.

Instead, she pushed forward, her throat tightening around him as she tried to swallow even more of his throbbing length.

Lin Feng’s breath hitched sharply. He could not believe what he was witnessing.

This was Ling Lan… the innocent, elegant, and usually untouchable beauty who had always maintained a certain dignified distance from all the men that approached her.

And now here she was, on her knees, willingly worshipping his little brother with her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. She had finally found her own way to express her gratitude.

Ling Lan’s eyes were slightly watery from the strain, but they burned with fierce resolve.

Her small hands rested on his powerful thighs for support as she worked him with devoted enthusiasm, occasionally pulling back to swirl her tongue around the swollen tip before diving down again.

Drool escaped the corners of her stretched lips, trickling down his thick shaft and glistening in the morning light.

All around the large bed, Lin Feng’s other women stood completely frozen, their faces painted with pure shock and disbelief.

They had only ever touched him shyly with their soft hands, gently exploring his body with timid caresses. None of them had ever imagined, let alone attempted, such a bold and lewd act.

“H-How… How is Ling Lan even doing that?” one of them whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and embarrassment. Her eyes were glued to the obscene sight, unable to look away.

“Her mouth… it looks like it’s going to tear apart any second!” another gasped, one hand flying up to cover her own lips as her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson.

“Lin Feng… he’s really that huge…” a third murmured, biting her lower lip. Her gaze lingered on the way Ling Lan’s throat bulged slightly with every deep bob of her head.

“I… I don’t think I could ever fit even half of that…”

The room was thick with tension. Soft, involuntary whimpers and gasps escaped the other women as they watched Ling Lan continue her devoted service.

Some shifted uncomfortably, pressing their thighs together as an unfamiliar heat began to pool in their lower bellies.

Others couldn’t help but imagine themselves in her place, wondering if they would ever have the courage or the ability to please their man in such an intimate, shameless way.