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

And like a tidal wave.

Thousands of voices followed.

“We greet and honor Medicine King Lin Feng!”

The sound was deafening, shaking the air itself as countless cultivators from all corners of Clear Moon City echoed the same words in unison.

The scene was overwhelming.

Students, disciples, and even ordinary residents of Clear Moon City stood frozen, their eyes wide as they took in what was happening.

Flying boats from distant lands. Thousands of cultivators bowing in respect. All for one man.

It was at that moment that realization truly settled in.

Lin Feng… became even more unfathomable and unreachable for the ordinary masses.

A Medicine King whose name had spread across the empire and someone worthy of respect even from powerful clans and distant cities all over the continent.

Someone who stood among the true elites of the cultivation world.

Around the academy, countless gazes turned toward him, filled with awe, admiration… and even pride.

As for Lin Feng… He stood there in silence, his expression unchanged.

Only a faint sigh escaped him.

“…There goes my plan,” he thought, though the corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly.

It seemed Su Muyao would have to wait.

A few minutes later, Lin Feng ascended the high platform and calmly took his place at the seat of honor within the stadium.

It was the same grand arena he had once used as a classroom.

Now, however, its atmosphere had completely transformed.

The stadium, capable of accommodating tens of thousands, was filled far beyond its intended capacity.

Every seat was occupied, every corridor crowded, and even the skies above were layered with hovering cultivators standing on flying swords, spirit beasts, and floating artifacts.

Yet despite the overwhelming space, it still wasn’t enough to contain the sheer number of visitors who had come.

They came in waves.

Delegations from powerful sects, big clans, merchant alliances, and great families had all gathered here, each bringing their elites, elders, and prodigies.

Banners fluttered in the air, marked with symbols of authority and prestige.

The pressure of so many experts gathered in one place caused the very air to feel heavy, almost suffocating for the weaker cultivators below.

And yet, no one dared to act arrogantly. Because seated at the very center of it all… was Lin Feng.

Whispers spread like wildfire across the crowd.

“That’s him… the newly risen Medicine King.”

“They say his methods defy the heavens themselves.”

“I heard he can snatch someone back from the brink of death with a single move…”

“That is not all. It is whispered that he has trespassed into the domain of life and death and that he could weave a soul back into existence from nothing more than a single strand of hair or even a drop of blood.”

Whether exaggerated or not, the rumors alone were enough to ignite both awe and fear in the hearts of those present.

In the cultivation world, news of great importance traveled faster than lightning.

Especially something like this… a Medicine King appearing out of nowhere, and so close to their territories at that.

Such a figure was not someone any force could afford to ignore.

Even the most distant powers had sent representatives at their fastest possible speed, unwilling to fall behind in establishing a connection.

Some came seeking alliances. Some came to curry favor. Some came out of curiosity.

High above, a group of elders stood on a massive flying ship, their gazes locked onto Lin Feng with grave expressions.

“To think someone like him would appear without warning…”

“We must not offend him under any circumstances.”

“Find a way to build a relationship. Even if we must pay a heavy price.”

Meanwhile, below, younger cultivators stared at Lin Feng with blazing eyes and some filled with admiration, others with envy, and a few with undisguised hostility.

Yet through it all, Lin Feng remained seated calmly, his expression indifferent, as if none of this concerned him in the slightest.

“To begin, we offer our congratulations to the honored Medicine King, Lin Feng. Allow this humble old man to go first. Please accept this small token of respect, Master Lin Feng… Starlight Honey Dew, something I was fortunate enough to obtain during my travels.”

The elderly man who stepped forward spoke with calm confidence as he presented a simple, unadorned box.

Despite its plain appearance, no one present dared to underestimate its contents.

His name was Gu Wenxu… a Spirit Severing Realm expert and the respected Sect Master of the Boundless Ocean Sect.

Among the gathered powers, his prestige was undeniable, and it was only natural that he had become the impromptu leader of the delegation.

“Sect Master Gu truly has foresight!”

“Exactly! There’s little in this world that Master Lin Feng lacks and he already holds everything under the heavens. But gifts for his women… that’s a different matter entirely.”

“Well said. If only I had thought of that earlier. Unfortunately, my gift is already prepared so there’s no changing it now.”

Whispers of admiration and regret spread through the crowd as many cast envious glances toward Gu Wenxu.

His choice of gift was not only rare, but cleverly considerate.

Lin Feng, seated at the place of honor, merely smiled faintly.

His expression remained calm and unfathomable, yet there was a trace of amusement in his eyes.

He accepted the box with a graceful nod, neither overly enthusiastic nor dismissive and his bearing alone exuded the dignity of a true Medicine King.

“Your intention is appreciated.”

His simple words carried weight, causing Gu Wenxu to feel a surge of satisfaction.

To receive even a mild acknowledgment from someone of Lin Feng’s standing was no small matter.

One by one, the others stepped forward, presenting their own gifts… some rare herbs, others ancient artifacts, spirit stones, and treasures of varying value.

Each was offered with utmost sincerity.

Lin Feng accepted them all with the same composed smile, his demeanor neither arrogant nor overly humble.

It was as if such grand displays were nothing more than everyday occurrences to him.

Yet inwardly, he found the situation rather amusing.

“To stand atop the highest heavens is to realize that the summit is a surprisingly lonely, tedious place.”