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

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Set

Su Muyao could hardly believe what she was seeing.

The room seemed to overflow with abundance… heaps of food on the table, fresh fruits and vegetables arranged neatly, and sacks of rice and provisions resting gently on the floor.

For the first time in a long while, a sense of security washed over her.

With this, her daughter, Su Wanwan, would never have to worry about hunger again.

She could eat freely, even three meals a day, without the gnawing anxiety that had haunted them for years.

Relief mixed with an unfamiliar warmth in her chest, and for a moment, she allowed herself to simply breathe.

Her gaze drifted to Lin Feng, and she studied him carefully.

There was nothing in his eyes… no lust, no hidden desire, no veiled motives lurking behind his polite smile.

In all her years, she had grown used to men who approached her with eyes that lingered too long, who offered help with hands that were never free of hidden agendas.

They all wanted the same thing… her body, nothing more, and she had learned long ago not to trust the charm or the words of men.

Every promise had always come with a cost, and every kindness had carried a shadow of expectation.

Yet Lin Feng’s presence felt different.

There was calm in his posture, sincerity in the curve of his smile, and quiet purpose in his actions.

Little did she know that he had already seen through her past… the sacrifices, the hardships, and the quiet desperation that had shaped her life.

He knew that every coin she had left had been spent on her daughter’s tuition at Spirit Spring Academy, ensuring that Su Wanwan could receive an education that would open doors far beyond the reach of their humble means.

Every choice she had made, every hardship she had endured, had been for this one purpose… to give her daughter a chance to rise above the narrow, unyielding path of the common people, to carve a future greater than the one she herself had known.

Su Muyao’s chest tightened at the thought.

She had never wanted wealth or comfort for herself… her dreams had always been small, focused entirely on her child.

The nights spent worrying about tuition, the skipped meals, the cold winters endured without complaint… all of it had been for Su Wanwan.

She felt a swell of gratitude toward him, tempered by disbelief… someone had provided for them without expectation, without desire for repayment or manipulation.

In all her years, she had never encountered such a gesture, and the contrast made her heart ache with both joy and lingering sadness.

She looked down at her daughter, Su Wanwan, whose small hands were already reaching eagerly toward the food, eyes shining with excitement and delight.

“I’m Lin Feng, Su Wanwan’s new teacher. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Su,” Lin Feng said politely, bowing slightly.

His tone was calm and steady, yet carried an underlying warmth that put Su Muyao at ease.

She took a few deep, steadying breaths, trying to calm the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

“Isn’t this… too much, Teacher Lin Feng? We don’t have the money to pay for all of these,” Su Muyao said softly, her voice trembling just slightly.

Her hands instinctively tightened in front of her, as if to contain the nervous flutter in her chest.

She had some savings, of course, but every coin had been painstakingly allocated to her daughter’s education.

Every sacrifice, every skipped meal, every long night of worrying about tuition… it had all been for this one purpose… to give Su Wanwan a chance at a life beyond their modest means.

The thought of receiving such generosity without being able to repay it stirred a strange mix of gratitude and guilt.

“It’s a minor matter,” Lin Feng replied with a gentle smile, his gaze calm but piercing in a way that made her feel understood.

“I can see that your daughter, Wanwan, possesses exceptional talent in the Dao. She is unlike any student I have encountered in a long time. She will accomplish many great things in the future, and even I am excited to witness them. Consider this a wise investment from a teacher who has been the first to truly recognize her potential.”

Su Wanwan’s golden eyes widened, sparkling with pure joy. She jumped slightly, unable to contain her excitement, and pumped her small fists in the air.

“Did you hear that, Mama? Wanwan is super talented!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing with excitement.

Her chest swelled with pride, and tears threatened to spill over, not from sadness, but from happiness so intense it almost made her dizzy.

Teacher Lin Feng was the first person at the academy or anywhere, really… to praise her so sincerely. His words felt like a warm light breaking through the darkness of self-doubt she had carried for so long.

Su Muyao’s lips quivered as she looked at her daughter, her heart swelling with pride, relief, and a quiet, almost fragile hope.

Seeing Wanwan so full of life and joy reminded her why every hardship she had endured had been worth it.

Su Muyao then turned her gaze to Lin Feng, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

She did not even recognize Lin Feng as the famous trash teacher.

All her waking hours had been consumed by work and worry, striving to earn enough money for her daughter’s future, so she rarely had time to notice the world beyond her struggles.

Her smile widened, pure and unguarded, lighting up her features in a way that made her seem almost ethereal.

In that moment, she looked like an angel descended from the heavens, a vision of warmth and grace that made the modest home feel brighter and more alive.

“Thank you, Teacher Lin Feng,” she said softly, her voice carrying genuine gratitude. “Please… stay with us for a while and join us in eating. This… this is far too much for me and Wan’er to manage alone.”