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

Chapter 505: Chapter 505 This Cultivator is Too Pure for the Dao

Yet instead of fear, Gu Tianzun’s greed only grew stronger.

"If I can control this treasure, nobody in this world will be my match." He closed his eyes. Then he began the refinement process. Streams of divine essence flowed from his body into the pen.

One second.

Ten seconds.

A minute.

An hour.

Nothing happened. Gu Tianzun frowned. He increased the output of divine essence. More power poured into the pen. Yet the result remained the same.

The pen absorbed his energy as casually as a grain of sand disappearing into an endless desert. He continued tirelessly. Finally, Gu Tianzun opened his eyes. His expression had become grave.

"What is this thing?" He looked at the pen in disbelief. Based on his calculations, the amount of divine essence required to refine it was simply absurd. His mind quickly worked through the numbers.

The result made his heart sink.

"At this pace..." His voice became heavy.

"...I would need at least ten million years to completely refine this treasure. The cave fell silent. Ten million years. That number alone was enough to make countless immortals despair.

Gu Tianzun himself was already several million years old. Even for an immortal of his level, the natural lifespan limit was around five million years.

True, he could still extend his life through countless heavenly treasures and longevity pills. But even then, he did not possess another ten million years to spare. Not even close.

"Damn it!" His fist smashed into the ground. The entire cave shook violently.

"No treasure is worth waiting ten million years for!" He stood up. His eyes became fierce.

"There must be another way." After a moment of thought, determination appeared on his face.

"If a small amount isn’t enough..." He raised both hands.

"...then I’ll simply use more!"

Boom!

A terrifying amount of divine essence erupted from his body. The cave trembled. The surrounding formations flashed repeatedly under the pressure.

Endless streams of divine energy surged toward the pen. This time the pen finally reacted.

Gu Tianzun’s eyes lit up.

"It works!" The pen greedily absorbed every bit of energy he supplied. Its surface emitted a faint glow. Seeing this, Gu Tianzun became excited. He immediately increased the output.

More.

More.

Even more.

The pen continued absorbing everything. However, a few moments later, Gu Tianzun’s smile disappeared. Something felt wrong. His face changed.

"Wait..." The pen was no longer merely accepting the energy he offered. It was taking more. Divine essence flowed from his body without permission. The pen had become a bottomless abyss.

"No." Gu Tianzun immediately attempted to pull back. To his horror, he couldn’t. His hand had become stuck to the pen. The treasure was draining him at an alarming rate.

"What is happening?!" His eyes widened in terror. He pulled harder. Nothing happened. The pen remained firmly attached to his hand. His divine essence continued pouring into it.

"Stop!" Gu Tianzun roared. The cave shook violently.

"STOP!" His voice contained genuine panic now. The divine essence within his body rapidly disappeared.

Ten percent.

Twenty percent.

Fifty percent.

Eighty percent.

Gone. But the pen was still hungry.

"No! No! No!" Gu Tianzun’s face became pale. The pen began consuming his life force. His black hair turned white. His youthful appearance vanished. Wrinkles appeared across his handsome face.

His skin became loose and aged. Within seconds, he looked thousands of years older. Then tens of thousands. Then hundreds of thousands. The process did not stop. His cultivation base crumbled.

His vitality vanished. His bones weakened. His flesh shrank.

"NOOOOOOO!" Gu Tianzun screamed in despair. His voice echoed throughout the cave. Nobody heard him. Nobody came. The immortal who had threatened an entire city now found himself utterly helpless.

His body rapidly withered. Skin clung tightly to bone. His eyes sank into their sockets. His once majestic immortal aura completely disappeared. A few breaths later, there was nothing left.

Only ashes remained. Silence descended upon the secret cave. The mighty Gu Tianzun was dead. Not from battle. Not from a heavenly tribulation. Not from an enemy. But from his own greed.

For several moments, nothing happened. The cave remained completely still.

Then... The pen floated upward. The paper rose beside it. Both treasures emitted a soft, mysterious glow. The surrounding formations instantly shattered.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

The countless seals that Gu Tianzun had spent centuries creating were destroyed as though they were made of glass. The treasures continued rising. Space itself began to distort. Time started trembling.

A massive tear appeared before them. The pen and paper calmly entered the crack. Then they vanished.

Leaving behind only an empty cave, a pile of ashes, and the forgotten remains of an immortal who had reached too high and paid the ultimate price.

***

Meanwhile, Lin Feng was staring at his hands, turning them over slowly as a single thought crossed his mind.

"My hands are still innocent and clean." A strange feeling lingered within his heart.

Since arriving in this world, he had experienced countless events. He had seen greed, love, lust, ambition, and cruelty.

He had encountered powerful cultivators who viewed ordinary mortals as ants and had witnessed people willing to sacrifice everything for power.

Yet despite all of that, he had never personally killed anyone. Gu Tianzun’s death could not be blamed on him.

The man’s downfall was entirely the result of his own greed and arrogance. He had attempted to seize things that did not belong to him. He had repeatedly ignored warnings.

In the end, he had chosen a path that led to his own destruction. Lin Feng looked at his palms again. There was not a single drop of blood on them. Perhaps in the future things would be different.

Perhaps one day he would be forced to make difficult decisions. But that day had not arrived yet. For now, his conscience remained clear.

"Is something wrong, Mentor Lin Feng?" A childish voice interrupted his thoughts. Lin Feng looked to the source of the voice and found Su Wanwan staring at him curiously.