Chapter 690 When a Single Ejection Triggers a Magnitude 10.0 Quake

Chapter 690: Chapter 690 When a Single Ejection Triggers a Magnitude 10.0 Quake

The moans of Shen Yue continued for nearly an entire hour.

They echoed through the surroundings of Spirit Spring Academy, carrying far beyond the walls of Medicine King Lin Feng’s courtyard.

What made the situation even more unbearable was that the academy was filled with cultivators.

Their senses were far sharper than those of ordinary mortals, and many of them could hear even the slightest sound from a considerable distance.

Naturally, they could hear Shen Yue.

Very clearly.

At first, the cultivators merely exchanged awkward glances.

Then the sounds continued.

And continued.

Soon, the entire atmosphere around the academy became strangely tense.

"What exactly is happening inside Medicine King Lin Feng’s courtyard?"

"I don’t know."

"Are you sure you don’t know?"

"Why would I know?! I’m standing here just like you!"

The men tried their best to pretend that nothing unusual was happening.

Unfortunately, their faces betrayed them.

Some had turned completely red.

Others sat cross-legged on the ground with their eyes tightly shut, desperately attempting to meditate.

A few even began circulating their spiritual energy through their meridians in an effort to calm their minds.

It was almost as though they had suddenly encountered a powerful mental attack.

"Focus on cultivation..."

One young cultivator muttered under his breath.

"Focus on the Dao..."

Another clenched his fists.

"Do not listen."

Unfortunately, telling himself not to listen only made him more aware of every sound.

His expression became increasingly miserable.

There was something strangely powerful about hearing the voice of a beautiful woman expressing such intense emotion and endless lewd moans.

Even cultivators who had spent centuries tempering their minds and strengthening their Dao hearts found themselves struggling to remain completely unaffected.

It awakened something ancient and instinctive.

Something primal.

The kind of instinct that made rational thought considerably more difficult.

Several men immediately realized that this was becoming a dangerous test of their self-control.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

"I’m fine."

"You’re sweating."

"It’s hot today."

"We’re in the middle of winter."

"...Don’t talk to me."

Another cultivator slapped both hands over his ears.

It did absolutely nothing.

His cultivation was too high.

He could still hear everything.

"This is ridiculous," an old cultivator muttered with a bitter expression.

"I have cultivated for three hundred years. I have survived demonic beasts, heavenly tribulations, and even a life-and-death battle against a rival sect."

He paused.

"But this..."

He looked toward Lin Feng’s courtyard with genuine apprehension.

"This is the greatest test of my Dao heart."

The people nearby immediately nodded in agreement.

They were fortunate that they were inside Spirit Spring Academy.

Everyone knew that Medicine King Lin Feng’s courtyard was practically a forbidden zone.

The four terrifying supreme beings guarding the place were enough to make even the most arrogant cultivator behave themselves.

Nobody wanted to become famous for doing something foolish in front of Medicine King Lin Feng.

So regardless of how difficult it became, everyone endured.

Some meditated.

Some practiced breathing exercises.

Some recited ancient scriptures.

One particularly desperate cultivator even began counting numbers in his head.

"One... two... three... four..."

He stopped.

His face twitched.

"Damn it."

"What happened?"

"I forgot what number I was on."

The surrounding men looked at him sympathetically.

Nobody laughed.

They understood his suffering.

Time passed slowly.

Five minutes felt like an hour.

Ten minutes felt like an entire day.

And when another wave of sounds came from the courtyard, several cultivators immediately stiffened.

"Dao heart!"

"My Dao heart!"

"Protect the Dao heart!"

A group of young disciples hurriedly sat down and began meditating together.

Even some of the female cultivators nearby couldn’t help covering their mouths and exchanging embarrassed looks.

"Those men are hopeless."

"Look at them. They’re acting as though they’re undergoing a heavenly tribulation."

"They probably feel like they are."

Despite the embarrassment, nobody dared approach the courtyard.

After all, whatever Medicine King Lin Feng was doing inside was none of their business.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sounds gradually became weaker.

Then...

Silence.

For several seconds, nobody moved.

Everyone simply stared toward the courtyard.

Then one man cautiously opened his eyes.

"...Is it over?"

Nobody answered.

Another man slowly lowered his hands from his ears.

"Did it stop?"

"It seems so."

A third cultivator swallowed.

"Are we safe?"

"Don’t say something like that!"

The men waited another few moments just to make sure.

Nothing happened.

Only then did the entire crowd collectively release the breath they had unknowingly been holding.

"Phewww..."

One cultivator wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Another collapsed onto the ground.

"I survived."

"You weren’t fighting anyone."

"I know. That’s why I’m ashamed."

Someone nearby gave a tired laugh.

"My Dao heart has never been tested like this before."

An older cultivator slowly stood up and dusted off his robes.

"Remember this day, young ones."

Everyone looked at him.

"Today, you have learned that cultivation isn’t merely about strength."

He paused solemnly.

"It is also about knowing when to endure."

The young disciples nodded with serious expressions.

Nobody disagreed.

After all, they had just spent nearly an hour fighting an invisible battle against their own instincts.

And judging by the exhausted expressions on everyone’s faces, it had been a battle they would never forget.

One young man finally looked toward Medicine King Lin Feng’s courtyard and sighed.

"Medicine King Lin Feng truly is extraordinary."

Another nodded.

"He can heal people."

"He can suppress supreme beings."

"He can teach miraculous Dao principles."

"And apparently..."

The man glanced nervously toward the courtyard.

"He can accidentally turn listening to someone into a test of willpower."

The surrounding cultivators fell silent.

Then someone whispered solemnly:

"Indeed."

Today, Spirit Spring Academy had witnessed yet another legend.

Not everyone had achieved enlightenment.

Not everyone had broken through.

But every man who had endured that hour had certainly learned one thing...

the path of cultivation was truly filled with unexpected trials.

***

Meanwhile, an even hotter and more intense scene was unfolding inside Lin Feng’s private chambers.

Soft light spilled across the large bed.