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

“A man like you does not deserve to live. I want you to die, Ming Ye!” Qiao Mei shouted furiously.

Boom!

The icy spiritual essence around her body exploded violently.

Then…

Whoosh!

Her figure disappeared from the sky instantly.

The surrounding cultivators could only see a blur flashing downward at terrifying speed.

When Qiao Mei appeared again, she was already standing directly before Ming Ye.

A beautiful icy sword had somehow appeared in her hand.

Its blade radiated chilling killing intent.

Without hesitation, Qiao Mei thrust the sword straight toward Ming Ye’s throat.

Puchi!

The sound of flesh being pierced lightly was expected by everyone to happen.

“Is… is he dead?” a mortal below nervously asked while tightly shutting his eyes.

The poor man did not dare witness someone being killed before him.

After all, unlike the cultivators present, he was merely an ordinary mortal.

Yet strangely…

Nobody answered him. The silence felt odd.

Unable to endure the curiosity any longer, the mortal slowly opened his eyes again.

Then he froze. Qiao Mei’s sword had stopped.

The sharp icy blade hovered merely an inch away from Ming Ye’s throat.

A tiny drop of blood trickled down his neck where the sword tip had barely pierced the skin.

But that was all. Qiao Mei could not continue. Her hand trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Ming Ye suddenly smiled. Not only was he not afraid… He actually looked happy.

“I knew it,” Ming Ye softly said while staring deeply into Qiao Mei’s eyes. “You still have feelings for me, Mei’er.”

Despite his battered appearance, confidence slowly returned to his face.

“We spent so many years together. We shared countless memories and experiences. You simply cannot erase everything between us so easily.”

Qiao Mei bit her lip tightly but remained silent.

Ming Ye’s smile widened. Then he casually took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it.

Ding!

A strange glow instantly covered his body.

The bruises on his swollen pig-like face rapidly healed at visible speed.

Broken bones reconnected while his bloodied skin recovered completely in the blink of an eye.

Within moments, the handsome and elegant Ming Ye had returned once more.

The surrounding cultivators were secretly amazed by the effectiveness of the medicinal pill.

Ming Ye slowly stood up again, his black robes fluttering lightly in the wind.

He looked at Qiao Mei gently, seemingly wanting to continue speaking.

Unfortunately for him…

Another figure suddenly appeared beside them before he could utter a single word.

“A snake may shed its skin,” Lin Feng calmly said, “but it will always remain a snake.”

His gaze toward Ming Ye was utterly indifferent, as though he were looking at an insignificant insect.

“You possess a merciful heart, Mei,” Lin Feng continued softly. “But mercy should not be wasted on trash like this.”

Lin Feng casually flicked one finger.

Snap.

The sound was soft. Yet the moment it echoed out, Ming Ye disappeared.

No trace whatsoever remained behind. It was as though he had never existed in the first place.

Silence instantly descended upon the heavens once more.

Everyone stared blankly at the empty space where Ming Ye had stood moments ago.

Cold sweat rapidly covered countless backs.

None of them could even comprehend what Lin Feng had just done. One flick. That was all it took.

And a powerful genius like Ming Ye had vanished from existence forever.

“He vanished! Where did he go?!”

A shocked cry rang out from below.

“Look! I can’t sense the old man either with my spiritual sense! He disappeared too!”

“Did Mentor Lin Feng take them away?”

“But where?”

The cultivators throughout Clear Moon City erupted into noisy discussion.

Everyone released their spiritual senses, sweeping across the city and the surrounding lands repeatedly, yet there was not the slightest trace of either Ming Ye or Old Xi.

It was as though both of them had been erased from reality itself.

The scene left everyone trembling inwardly. What kind of terrifying ability was this?

Not a single person understood.

Yet Lin Feng merely stood there calmly with his hands behind his back, his expression as indifferent as ever.

He offered no explanation. Only he knew exactly where the two had been sent.

And he was absolutely certain of one thing…

The pair would be… entertained for a very, very long time.

Beside him, Qiao Mei hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

“Ming Ye is from an Ancient Clan, Mentor Lin Feng,” she said softly, worry clouding her beautiful face. “He is not simple. His background is far more terrifying than most people realize.”

Her concern was not for Ming Ye himself.

Rather, she feared the consequences his disappearance might bring.

Ancient Clans were monstrous existences that had survived for countless eras.

Their foundations were unimaginably deep, and their methods often defied reason.

If they discovered Lin Feng had acted against Ming Ye, retaliation would surely follow.

Yet Lin Feng merely smiled faintly.

“It doesn’t matter.”

His voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable confidence.

“When I see someone I dislike, I have no interest in humoring them while they continue jumping around before me like monkeys.”

He glanced toward the distant horizon and added mysteriously,

“I simply send them to a very special place…”

His smile deepened slightly.

“A place where monkeys thrive in endless numbers.”

The moment those words fell, Qiao Mei felt a chill run down her spine.

A strange sense of foreboding suddenly rose within her heart.

She did not know where Ming Ye and Old Xi had been sent…

But her intuition screamed one thing clearly.

No matter what kind of place it was… Ming Ye would absolutely hate it there.

And judging by Lin Feng’s faint smile… He would likely remain there for a very, very long time.

And indeed, that was exactly the case at this moment.

“Hahaha! Just as I expected! I actually received a gift today. No… two huge gifts!” A loud, excited laugh echoed throughout the gloomy space.

Big Fatty Zhang San grinned so widely that the flesh on his fat face trembled nonstop.