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

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Billion

Lin Feng was shocked with what happened next.

Before his fingers could even brush the surface of the book, Lin Feng felt a rush of knowledge flood his mind.

The contents of the text flowed into him with perfect clarity.

Every formula, every principle, every seemingly trivial note leapt off the page and anchored itself in his consciousness.

He didn’t just read the book—he understood it. He felt it.

But the Divine Eyes didn’t stop there. As he absorbed the material, Lin Feng’s gaze unconsciously flicked across each page, and he began noticing what the author had missed.

Small flaws in technique, gaps in logic, inconsistencies in the explanations—things that had eluded the ordinary reader.

His mind immediately began forming corrections, improvements, and even entirely new approaches that no ordinary cultivator would have thought of.

The cheat wasn’t just letting him learn—it was letting him surpass.

Lin Feng’s heartbeat quickened. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the pure, uncontainable excitement of possibility.

This… this changes everything.

He had always been frustrated by the limits of his own understanding, the gaps between memorization and true comprehension.

Now, those limits were gone.

A bright idea suddenly struck him like a lightning bolt. His eyes sparkled with mischief and anticipation.

“What if…” he murmured to himself, pacing back and forth, his mind racing faster than his feet.

“What if I don’t just stop at understanding? What if I… create? Improve? Reconstruct?!”

A grin spread across his face, wide and manic with delight.

The thought of bending the rules of cultivation, of taking ordinary knowledge and perfecting it beyond anything the world had seen, made his chest tighten with excitement.

He could feel the power coursing through him, whispering of potential he had never dared to dream of.

He paused, his eyes fixed on the book as a curious gleam danced across them.

It wasn’t just any book—this was a tool, a key to possibilities he had barely begun to comprehend.

Lin Feng’s fingers twitched slightly, not from impatience, but from the quiet thrill of potential.

“I wonder… if it works with my own cultivation as well,” he murmured to himself, his voice low, almost reverent.

He drew a deep breath, letting his mind settle, letting the chaotic thoughts of the past fade away.

He had read texts before—texts that detailed techniques far beyond the grasp of ordinary mortals—but this time, he was testing a new angle, a different path.

His focus sharpened until the world outside seemed to blur, leaving only him, the book, and the possibilities it promised.

His heart thumped with anticipation; the sensation was electric, as though the air itself held its breath.

Ding!

The text appeared, exactly as he had hoped, materializing before him in perfect alignment.

Lines of luminous characters hovered in the air, clear and precise, as if the universe itself had carved them just for him.

Lin Feng’s eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and satisfaction sweeping over him.

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Name: Lin Feng

Age: 25

Cultivation Base: Third Stage of Body Refining Realm

Cultivation Manuals: Carrying the Mountain’s Shadow

Cultivation Techniques: Rising Rock Fist

Unique Gifts: Divine Eyes of the Eternal Dao

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Lin Feng closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as a calm focus settled over him.

Before him lay the path of Carrying the Mountain’s Shadow, a body refinement technique that demanded more than just strength—it demanded absolute precision, unyielding patience, and relentless perseverance.

Every motion of the arms, every step, every subtle shift of weight was calculated, designed to enhance the body while simultaneously testing its limits.

From the very first movement, Lin Feng could feel the oppressive weight of the technique.

It pressed on his limbs, his joints, his spine, as though invisible mountains had settled upon his shoulders and legs.

With each repetition, his body grew heavier, and the strain became more intense.

Sweat poured down his brow, his muscles trembled, and yet he did not falter.

The very name of the technique seemed to echo in his mind—”Carry the Mountain’s Shadow.”

And indeed, it felt as if he was bearing the weight of a thousand mountains.

After ten repetitions, Lin Feng’s instincts detected imperfections.

The flow of his movements was slightly off, the balance uneven, and some strikes failed to channel his internal energy effectively.

He did not panic; instead, he allowed his mind to analyze each flaw with razor-sharp clarity.

With a flick of thought, he adjusted, improvised, and recreated the movements, enhancing the technique beyond its original form.

The subtle inefficiencies that had once held him back disappeared, replaced by a harmony of strength and flow that felt almost effortless.

As he continued, a strange phenomenon began to occur.

What had initially felt like an unbearable heaviness transformed into a channel of power.

Each pound of weight pressed into him, shaping his muscles, bones, and sinews.

Energy surged through his body in torrents, circulating with such intensity that Lin Feng could feel his very cells being forged anew.

Every motion reinforced the previous, every repetition carried him further, and soon, what had been clumsy and lagging became seamless, perfect, and almost fluid.

Bang!

A sharp, resonant sound echoed in the chamber—the fourth stage of the Body Refining Realm.

Lin Feng’s body trembled violently, and for a moment, his vision blurred as energy expanded from his core to every extremity.

Bones, muscles, and tendons strengthened at a rate beyond comprehension, as though the very essence of his being had been upgraded overnight.

Bang!

The next breakthrough followed almost immediately—the fifth stage.

The pain and pressure intensified, but now he felt them as power rather than strain.

The heaviness in his limbs was no longer a burden; it had become a catalyst, accelerating his body’s transformation.

Bang! Bang!

One after another, the stages fell before him.

Sixth, seventh, eighth… each burst of energy lighting his internal meridians like streams of molten light.

His heart pounded with exhilaration, every nerve alive with the sensation of unprecedented strength.

He could feel his body becoming denser, harder, more unyielding, yet every movement became smoother, more natural, more refined.