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

While many stood in awe of Lin Feng’s methods and watching him cure one person after another with seemingly trivial actions… not everyone was entirely convinced.

In quieter corners of the gathering, a few voices carried a different tone.

“Is this really okay?” someone muttered, their brows slightly furrowed.

“What do you mean, okay?”

The man hesitated before speaking again. “Lin Feng is said to be from an ancient clan. And from what we’ve all seen… those so-called young masters are usually arrogant, domineering, and ruthless.”

A few nearby cultivators exchanged glances, clearly understanding his concern.

But another scoffed lightly and shook his head.

“Does that look like Master Lin Feng to you?”

The first man paused.

“Think about it,” the other continued. “From the moment he arrived until now, has he shown even a trace of arrogance? Has he abused his status or looked down on anyone here?”

Silence followed.

“And more importantly…” his voice lowered slightly, carrying a weight that made others instinctively listen, “he is a true, certified Medicine King.”

That single statement caused the surrounding group to fall completely silent.

They all understood what that implied.

In the cultivation world, titles could be faked, identities forged but true mastery could not be hidden or imitated.

A Medicine King wasn’t just someone with status… it was someone whose skill had reached a level that defied common sense.

When others of noble birth relied on treasures, inheritances, and powerful dao protectors, Lin Feng stood apart.

His abilities were his own—profound, effortless, and beyond comprehension.

“…Then that means…”

No one finished the sentence, but the thought was shared among them all.

Perhaps the man sitting there, smiling faintly as he toyed with a cup of wine… was not some young master at all.

But an old monster who had lived for countless years and someone who had long since surpassed the boundaries of ordinary cultivators.

And if that were true…

Then everything they had witnessed today made perfect sense.

The conversations carried on, and wave after wave of praise was directed toward Lin Feng.

His name echoed throughout the gathering, his reputation rising with every passing moment.

Yet, no matter how grand the occasion, there would always be those who found such glory unbearable.

To them, Lin Feng’s brilliance was not something to admire but a stain upon their own pride.

“Hahaha… if Master Lin Feng is truly as capable as everyone claims, then why did he fail to bring Young Master Long Aotian back to life?”

The voice came suddenly, casual and laced with mockery.

It belonged to a young man, no older than twenty-five.

His posture was lax, his expression arrogant, and his tone dripping with disdain.

It was clear he hadn’t thought much before speaking and perhaps assuming his words would be lost in the noise of the crowd.

But he was wrong. The moment his words fell, the entire venue plunged into silence.

The laughter stopped. The music ceased. Even the air itself seemed to freeze.

Countless gazes turned toward him in unison.

The young man’s smug expression stiffened instantly.

His face turned pale as the weight of attention crushed down on him.

Cold sweat formed on his back, his heartbeat thundering in his ears.

What… what did I just do…?

“I…I…”

He tried to speak, to retract his words, but the pressure was suffocating.

His lips trembled, his mind went blank, and regret surged too late.

Thud.

A sudden, sharp pain struck the back of his head.

Before he could even react, his vision went black, and his body collapsed forward onto the ground, completely unconscious.

No one saw who made the move. But no one dared to ask either.

Silence lingered for a moment longer… before the atmosphere grew far heavier than before.

“On behalf of my clan, I beg Master Lin Feng’s forgiveness for this foolish young master’s insolence. His brain is no different from a lump of chaotic rock. Once we return, this old man will personally ensure he is properly disciplined.”

An elderly figure hurried forward, bowing so deeply that his forehead nearly touched the ground.

Cold sweat drenched his back as fear gripped his heart. He knew all too well that if Lin Feng chose not to let this matter go, a single thought from him could mean the end of not just that young master, but potentially their entire clan.

“It’s fine,” Lin Feng replied lightly, his tone calm and indifferent.

He didn’t even spare the unconscious youth a second glance.

“I simply do not wish to see such a thing happen again. It would be best if you properly educate and discipline the younger generation of your clan.”

His voice was gentle and almost casual.

Yet to the ears of the elder, it felt like a blade brushing against his neck, sending chills straight to his soul.

“We understand! We will make sure of it, Master Lin Feng!”

The old man immediately responded, bowing even deeper, his voice firm with resolve.

In his heart, he had already decided… the punishment for that young master would be severe, enough to serve as a warning to the entire clan.

Only then did he dare to lift his head slightly, relief washing over him.

They had escaped this disaster… by a hair’s breadth.

***

Several hours later, the young master finally regained consciousness… only to be greeted by overwhelming pain.

“Mmgh…”

His eyes snapped open as a freezing chill seeped into his bones.

He found himself kneeling on a slab of cold ice, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

“What… what happened?” he muttered weakly, his mind still hazy.

“The young master is finally awake!”

A voice rang out, sharp and alert.

Before he could process anything further, another voice followed… cold, furious, and filled with authority.

“For showing disrespect to a Medicine King, Cang Lang will receive one hundred lashes and be exiled to the clan’s back mountain for five years! Let this serve as a warning to all!”

The voice echoed like thunder, leaving no room for defiance.

“When you step outside, you do not represent only yourself… you carry the name of our entire clan!”

Pak!

The first lash struck.

“AHHHH!”

Cang Lang’s scream tore through the air as searing pain exploded across his back.

In that instant, all the lingering confusion vanished, replaced by harsh clarity.

That single careless sentence… had brought him to this.

Regret flooded his heart, but it was far too late.