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

The handsome young master slowly raised his hand and retrieved a very special item from his storage ring. It was a red string.

The string looked ordinary at first glance, thin and delicate like something used by mortals for decoration. Yet faint crimson light flowed across its surface like blood vessels pulsing with life.

Ancient runes occasionally flickered upon it before disappearing again.

Old Xi’s eyes narrowed slightly the moment he saw it.

“So you brought that treasure with you,” the old man muttered.

The young master did not reply immediately. He merely held one end of the red string between his fingers while allowing the other end to drift freely in the air.

Strangely enough, the loose end slowly floated toward a particular direction as though guided by an invisible force. It stretched endlessly toward the horizon. Toward somewhere unimaginably far away.

The handsome young master stared quietly at the direction it pointed toward, his eyes growing complicated.

Even with his current cultivation base, he could barely estimate the terrifying distance separating him from his target. Perhaps millions of miles. Perhaps even farther.

But for a cultivator distance was nothing.

“I’m coming for you, Mei’er,” he said softly. There was gentleness hidden within his voice that had never appeared when facing the Chu Clan. Then he took a single step forward.

Bang!

The surrounding space exploded apart instantly.

Layers of void shattered like broken mirrors while violent spatial currents surged around him.

The handsome young master walked directly into the fractured space without hesitation, his black robes fluttering wildly behind him. Old Xi silently followed close behind.

And just like that, the two figures disappeared into the endless void. Their journey officially began. Azure Heaven Continent was incomparably vast.

Its lands stretched beyond imagination, containing countless kingdoms, sects, forbidden zones, ancient ruins, hidden clans, and immortal territories.

Even powerful cultivators could spend thousands of years traveling across its regions without ever seeing its entirety. To mortals, crossing a single province was already a difficult feat.

To ordinary cultivators, traversing the continent itself was nearly impossible. Yet for those who possessed great ambition and an unwavering goal, distance meant nothing.

Time meant nothing.

Several hours later, the void above a small region quietly distorted. Two figures stepped out from the fractured space. The handsome young master slowly looked downward. Below them was a mortal city.

It was neither prosperous nor famous. There were no towering sects nearby, no immortal mountains, and no terrifying spiritual fluctuations in the air.

Its population was barely around one hundred thousand people. In the eyes of cultivators, this was merely an insignificant mortal settlement. The handsome young master frowned slightly.

“A mortal city?” he muttered, genuine confusion flashing through his eyes.

Why would Qiao Mei be here?

Someone like her should have been standing amidst immortal palaces and ancient cities, not hiding within a tiny mortal city lacking even spiritual energy. Old Xi also looked surprised.

“The guiding string shouldn’t be wrong,” the old man said slowly. “Unless…”

The handsome young master lowered his gaze toward the red string in his hand. The crimson thread was still pointing directly at the city below. Without the slightest deviation. His eyes narrowed faintly.

Questions appeared within his mind one after another, but he did not stop moving because of them. Now that he was finally close, no amount of mystery could stop him.

“I’ll know soon enough,” he said quietly. Then his figure descended slowly from the sky. The handsome young master slowly descended from the sky like a god arriving from the heavens themselves.

His black robes fluttered behind him while faint spatial ripples distorted around his body with every step he took through the air.

The morning sunlight reflected against his handsome face, making him appear extraordinary beyond compare. Such bearing was something ordinary cultivators simply could not imitate.

Naturally, it did not take long before he attracted attention. The streets below quickly became noisy as countless people pointed toward the sky.

“Ahhh… there goes another fan of Master Lin Feng.”

“I guess so,” another person replied while looking upward lazily. “People come here every single day riding flying boats, spirit beasts, and flying swords just to meet him. This one at least knows how to put on a show.”

“Hahaha, that’s true.”

Several young women nearby secretly stole glances at the handsome young master before blushing faintly.

“He’s really handsome though…” one of them whispered quietly.

“But he’s a man,” another woman sighed dramatically. “Everyone in the city knows Master Lin Feng has a soft heart toward women, especially beautiful women. Men usually don’t get many chances to get close to him.”

“That’s right!”

“I heard even great sect fairies and saintesses line up outside the academy every day hoping to catch Master Lin Feng’s attention.”

“Not just saintesses,” another man joined the conversation excitedly. “Even clan mistresses and female elders from ancient sects personally came to visit him recently!”

“Hmph. If I was born a beautiful woman, maybe I could become Master Lin Feng’s woman also.”

“Dream on.”

The bustling crowd laughed loudly while continuing to observe the descending figure with great curiosity. After all, this scene had become surprisingly common recently.

Ever since Lin Feng’s fame exploded throughout the region, countless cultivators had begun flooding toward this once insignificant mortal city. Some came seeking guidance. Some came seeking healing.

Some came merely to witness the legendary Medicine King for themselves. And others… came hoping to build connections with him. Because everyone now understood one thing clearly…

Lin Feng was no ordinary teacher anymore. Even mighty cultivators and hidden powers treated him with immense respect.

The handsome young master landed lightly onto the ground without causing even the slightest sound. His eyes calmly swept across the massive training field.

Thousands of students and cultivators were gathered there while Lin Feng stood at the center, casually teaching as countless people listened with burning expressions of admiration.

The atmosphere was lively and noisy, yet the young master barely paid attention to any of it.

Because the moment his gaze landed upon a certain woman standing quietly among the crowd, everything else disappeared from his world.