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

Chapter 508: Chapter 508 She Wants My Heart, But I Need My Heart to Circulate Immortal Qi

Not long afterward, preparations for breakfast were completed. Servants continuously carried dishes into the grand dining hall. Large trays filled with delicious food quickly covered the enormous table.

There were roasted spiritual beast meats that released tempting aromas, fresh fruits gathered from rare orchards, soups made from expensive ingredients, delicate pastries crafted by skilled chefs, and countless other dishes.

The amount of food was enough to feed hundreds of ordinary people. Yet for powerful cultivators and influential clans, such extravagance was completely normal. Especially when Lin Feng was visiting.

Everyone knew the Su Clan would always prepare their finest dishes whenever he arrived. When Lin Feng entered the dining hall, all eyes immediately turned toward him.

The women smiled warmly. Su Wanwan waved energetically.

"Mentor Lin Feng! Sit here! Sit here!" She immediately reserved a seat beside her. Lin Feng laughed and sat down.

"Alright."

The little girl looked extremely satisfied. Breakfast soon began. The atmosphere was lively and warm. People chatted while enjoying the luxurious meal.

Occasionally Su Wanwan would interrupt conversations just to show everyone her pen and paper again.

"Look! They’re still here!"

A few minutes later she would do it again.

"Look! Wanwan still has them!"

Then another few minutes later.

"Wanwan’s treasures are safe now!"

Nobody found her annoying. Instead, everyone found her behavior adorable.

Meanwhile, outside the dining hall, many servants observed the gathering from a distance. They couldn’t help but feel envious.

"Master Lin Feng really has a wonderful life."

"That’s an understatement."

"Look at all those beautiful women around him."

A young servant sighed.

"Honestly, if I had even one woman like that, I would already consider myself blessed."

The others laughed.

"One? You’re aiming too high."

"Exactly. Forget one of those beauties. Most men would be lucky if a woman even looked at them."

The servants continued watching. One of the maids stared at Lin Feng with admiration.

"It’s not surprising."

"What isn’t?"

"That so many women like him."

She lowered her voice.

"Look at him." The others glanced over. Even they had to admit it. Lin Feng’s appearance was simply extraordinary. His face seemed sculpted by the heavens themselves.

Combined with his calm temperament and overwhelming strength, it was difficult for anyone not to be impressed.

"He’s handsome."

"Very handsome."

"No, he’s ridiculously handsome."

Another maid nodded.

"And he’s powerful too."

"I heard he can easily suppress experts that ordinary people can only look up to."

"I heard that too."

"And despite all that, he treats the people around him well."

The servants exchanged looks. Someone sighed.

"If I were one of those women, I would never leave him."

The group burst into laughter.

"But have you heard that Master Lin Feng has a huge..." The discussion then turned to mere whispers as the female servants blushed the more they talked about this topic.

***

Meanwhile, inside the dining hall, Lin Feng remained completely unaware of the discussions outside. He calmly enjoyed his meal while occasionally speaking with the others.

The women around him laughed and chatted naturally. The atmosphere felt more like a large family gathering than a gathering of powerful cultivators.

As for Su Wanwan, she was currently eating with one hand while holding her precious pen and paper with the other. She refused to put them down.

Even when her mother suggested storing them safely in her room, the little girl immediately shook her head.

"No!"

She hugged them protectively.

"What if they disappear again?"

Her mother could only laugh helplessly.

"They won’t."

"They might!" Su Wanwan declared seriously. Everyone laughed once more. Seeing their reactions, the little girl became embarrassed. Still, she refused to release her treasures.

For the rest of the meal, she kept them close to her body. From time to time she would glance toward Lin Feng. Whenever she did, her eyes sparkled with admiration.

In her innocent heart, Lin Feng had already become someone capable of solving any problem. No matter what happened, as long as Mentor Lin Feng was there, everything would be alright.

That was what the little girl firmly believed.

Once breakfast was over, Lin Feng finally remembered the reason he had come to the Su Clan in the first place.

If that greedy immortal, Gu Tianzun, had not interrupted his day, he would have begun much earlier. He cleared his throat and put on a serious expression.

"I should discuss Su Wanwan’s training progress and cultivation with Lady Su," Lin Feng said with a straight face. The women immediately looked at one another. Not a single one of them believed him.

After all, they had heard that excuse countless times before. Su Muyao’s beautiful face instantly turned red. One of the women covered her mouth and giggled.

"Of course. Discussing cultivation is very important."

Another nodded with a playful smile.

"Extremely important."

Lin Feng remained calm despite the teasing.

"Naturally." The women rolled their eyes. A moment later, Lin Feng and Su Muyao disappeared from everyone’s sight. As soon as they were gone, laughter erupted throughout the hall.

"Training progress?"

"What a terrible excuse."

"He didn’t even try to make it believable."

Meanwhile, Su Muyao and Lin Feng arrived at her private chamber. Su Muyao blushed deeply, the crimson spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

A moment more, a different kind of battle was already beginning.

"Ahhhh..."

"Ohhhh..." Her voice rose and fell like gentle waves against a moonlit shore, each note longer and more unguarded than the last.

"Ughhh..." A deeper, breathier moan followed, tinged with both surrender and longing. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across the walls as the night air grew thick and warm.

For what felt like hours though time itself seemed to lose meaning within those four walls and Su Muyao’s moans serenaded the chambers.

They echoed off the painted screens, seeped into the plush carpets, and tangled into the silken bedsheets.

The sound continued long into the night, a melody of passion that rose and fell, paused and resumed, until finally, softly, it faded into the quiet breaths of dawn.

The moment Lin Feng stepped out, he was greeted by the sight of most of his women pouting unhappily.

"I guess it’s time," he mused inwardly.