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

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Cheer

In one swift, flawless motion, Lin Feng’s foot descended with perfect precision… landing squarely between Li Tianhao’s legs.

The sound echoed like a cannon shot, sickening and sharp, reverberating through the entire dao teaching platform.

Every male in the audience flinched instinctively, automatically clenching their own most vulnerable balls in an involuntary reflex, hearts pounding in a mixture of fear and relief that their own family jewels remained intact.

A hush fell, broken only by the pained groans of Li Tianhao.

The humiliation and agony were immediate and overwhelming.

His face twisted, cheeks red and swollen, lips trembling as he realized fully the severity of what had just happened.

Tears and snot streamed down at the same time.

He was already drowning in grief over what he had just lost.

After all, what was a man without his balls?

“Oooops! My bad. My foot slipped,” Lin Feng said, tilting his head innocently, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Looks like I used more than ninety percent of my strength just now, which threw me off balance for a moment. But don’t worry you have my ears now, and my full attention. Do you happen to have a pen and paper? My list of demands from the respectable Li clan is rather long… and if I start writing, we could be here all day.”

He shifted his stance deliberately, letting the foot that had been pressing down on Li Tianhao’s groin adjust with full weight.

Li Tianhao groaned again, the sound of pain sharp and lasting.

“Junior! You dare! You’re courting death!” The middle-aged elder of the Li clan exploded in rage, his entire body glowing with a golden aura of pure spiritual energy.

The intensity of the aura caused the air around him to ripple visibly, and faint sparks of qi danced like tiny lightning bolts across his limbs.

This, of course, was an unmistakable sign… he was a cultivator of the Qi Condensation realm, and a dangerous one at that.

The elder’s hand flashed, drawing a sword in an instant.

A brilliant streak of light sliced through the air, aimed directly at Lin Feng’s neck.

Every move was precise, controlled, and deadly… he had clearly learned from Li Tianhao’s fate not to engage in reckless close combat.

Boom!

A massive green leaf materialized out of nowhere before Lin Feng, intercepting the sword light.

The energy exploded against the leaf, scattering in a chaotic shimmer of sparks and wind.

Lin Feng didn’t even flinch, his eyes calm and unbothered, as if he had expected the attack to come.

The leaf wavered slightly, yet held firm, the blade’s force barely leaving a scratch.

Before the elder could react, another leaf appeared, larger and swifter than the first.

It swung across the air with surprising speed, striking the elder squarely on the head.

Bang!

The elder barely had time to raise a massive turtle-shell shield, slamming it against the leaf to block the impact.

He slid back several meters, but though his feet hit the ground with a grinding sound, his robes remained pristine, his expression controlled but his aura flickered, betraying the tension beneath the surface.

“You are on the grounds of Spirit Spring Academy,” the Grand Proctor warned, his voice cold and carrying unquestionable authority.

“Continue your attacks, and your body will remain here forever… as a corpse.”

“…”

The Li clan elder did not respond.

His jaw tightened as he stared at Lin Feng, hatred burning so fiercely in his eyes that it seemed it might spill out into flames.

His grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned pale, veins bulging along his forearms.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though he might disregard the warning entirely and launch another attack, consequences be damned.

Then he looked up.

His pupils shrank.

Above them, massive spiritual leaves were gathering in the sky, slowly rotating and interlocking, forming a vast, ancient pattern.

The air grew heavy, pressure crashing down like an invisible mountain.

This was Spirit Spring Academy’s grand defensive formation… an array so powerful that even a peak Qi Condensation expert would be reduced to nothing under its might.

Even if there were a thousand elders like him standing here today, not one would be able to escape alive.

Cold sweat trickled down the Li clan elder’s spine.

“I apologize, Grand Proctor,” he finally said, forcing his voice into a respectful tone as he cupped his fists.

“It was a momentary lapse in judgment on my part.”

The words tasted like ash in his mouth.

The Grand Proctor gave no reply, offering neither forgiveness nor acknowledgment.

His gaze shifted calmly to Lin Feng, assessing him with quiet depth, as though trying to see through every layer of his being.

“The Dao Teaching Duel for today is concluded,” he announced. “Thank you, everyone, for gracing Spirit Spring Academy with your presence.”

For a heartbeat, the world fell silent.

Then the silence shattered.

The entire arena erupted into noise… whispers, gasps, shocked exclamations, and excited arguments.

Some people stared at Lin Feng in disbelief, others at Li Tianhao in pity, and many at the Li clan elder in quiet fear.

Never in their lives had they witnessed such a dramatic reversal, nor such ruthless humiliation delivered in broad daylight under the academy’s watchful eyes.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Feng slowly went to Li Tianhao’s broken, trembling body.

He crouched beside him, his shadow falling over the young man like a judgment from above.

Li Tianhao’s face was pale, soaked with tears and sweat, his body shaking uncontrollably as pain and despair warred within him.

Lin Feng leaned down, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for Li Tianhao’s ears.

“How does it feel to be on the receiving end of your own tricks, Li Tianhao?” he said softly.

“I know what you did last summer… and the summers before that. Consider this the first payment for your crimes against the women you molested. May you enjoy the rest of your ball-less miserable life.”

Li Tianhao’s eyes widened in terror and humiliation, his lips trembling as he tried and failed to form a response.

Lin Feng straightened and turned away, his expression calm, his steps steady as he walked off the platform without a single glance back.

He could have killed Li Tianhao. It would have been easy.

But death was mercy.

And Lin Feng had no intention of granting mercy to someone like him.