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

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 The Heavens Gave Her Two Great Mountains to Carry

Lin Feng had already reached the peak of this multiverse.

To him, such a feast was nothing more than a trivial amusement.

He could swallow an entire ancient immortal elder dragon without the slightest effort, and the creature would hardly make a difference.

Its vast body would scarcely be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

Fullness, for him, was a concept foreign and trivial.

It was a notion that applied only to mortals bound by ordinary limitations.

Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but stare in astonishment.

She found herself swallowing unconsciously, again and again, as Lin Feng continued eating with relentless momentum.

The rhythm of his movements… calm, efficient, unstoppable… created an odd pressure in the room.

It was as though slowing down would be a silent admission of inferiority.

His appetite was strangely infectious.

Lin Feng noticed the subtle way her throat moved, the way her gaze lingered on the remaining plates.

A faint smile curved on his lips as he set down his chopsticks.

“Come now, Zhiyan,” he said in a relaxed tone. “You cannot properly serve as my maid if you cannot at least match your young master’s appetite.”

His words carried light humor, but there was also an unmistakable undercurrent of expectation.

Li Zhiyan paused for only a breath before nodding.

That was the final bit of encouragement Li Zhiyan had been waiting for.

The moment it came, the last of her hesitation crumbled.

“I understand. I will do my best, Young Master,” she replied steadily.

If she was to walk this path, then she would walk it properly.

She lifted her chopsticks once more and began eating in earnest. No more delicate, restrained bites.

No more symbolic gestures of politeness. She ate with purpose.

And immediately, she felt the difference.

Each dish was prepared from high-grade spiritual ingredients… rare beast meat, refined spirit herbs, rice grown in energy-rich soil.

The moment the food entered her body, warmth spread from her stomach outward like a blossoming flame.

Spiritual essence surged through her meridians in steady waves.

Her veins felt nourished, her muscles subtly tempered.

Even her internal organs seemed to resonate faintly with vitality.

She focused her mind, guiding the energy carefully so it would not go to waste.

A thin sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead as she circulated the influx of power.

Her cultivation base trembled.

The barrier toward her next minor breakthrough loosened ever so slightly.

She had to admit it… this was no ordinary meal.

There were countless paths to cultivation in this world.

Some meditated in isolation for decades.

Some sought enlightenment through life-and-death battles.

Others relied on rare treasures and secret techniques.

And then there was the path of abundance.

With sufficient resources, one could accelerate growth at an astonishing pace.

Spiritual fruits, refined pills, immortal beast flesh… given enough wealth and access, even eating could become a legitimate path toward ascension.

It was not merely indulgence.

It was power conversion.

Li Zhiyan understood that now more clearly than ever.

Across from her, Lin Feng continued eating calmly, though his pace had slowed slightly.

Unlike her, he did not need to guide the energy consciously.

The spiritual essence that entered his body was instantly absorbed and refined without resistance.

For him, this was little more than leisure.

Watching him now, Li Zhiyan felt the gulf more clearly than ever.

With all pretense gone with the wind, she continued eating… refining and absorbing without the slightest restraint.

The feast that began as a display of appetite slowly turned into silent cultivation.

The meal lasted a full hour before it finally came to an end.

By then, both Lin Feng and Li Zhiyan had eaten their fill.

The table, once overflowing with delicacies, was now nearly spotless.

Not a single trace of spiritual essence lingered in the air… everything had been thoroughly devoured.

The food had been exquisite.

But beyond the cuisine, the atmosphere itself had been unexpectedly pleasant.

Lin Feng did not speak much during the meal, maintaining a calm and composed silence as he ate.

Yet that quiet suited Li Zhiyan perfectly. There was no awkwardness, no forced conversation.

She found the silence… comfortable.

There was, however, another person who was even happier than the two diners.

“Thank you so much, Young Master Lin Feng! Please come again soon!” the waitress exclaimed, bowing repeatedly.

Her voice trembled with excitement.

Tears even threatened to spill from her eyes… not from sadness, but from overwhelming gratitude.

Lin Feng’s tip had been astonishingly generous.

What truly shocked her was not merely the amount, but the form of payment.

He had not tipped in ordinary gold coins.

Instead, he casually left behind several spirit stones… high-grade ones at that… placed neatly atop the table as though they were nothing more than loose change.

They were the same kind he had used earlier, pulling them out in hefty pouches without the slightest hesitation to settle the bill.

For a restaurant like this, such a reward was enough to cover years of expenses.

The waitress clutched the pouch to her chest as if afraid it might vanish, watching Lin Feng’s departing figure with reverence.

In her heart, his image rose several levels higher… no longer merely a wealthy young master, but a walking fortune.

It was no exaggeration to say that she would do anything for Lin Feng.

If he wished it, she would not hesitate… not even if it meant offering herself as a mere adornment to his indulgence.

She would lie upon the table without a single thread on her body, allowing him to dine leisurely, the delicacies arranged atop her bare skin as though she were simply another exquisite dish prepared for his pleasure.

Unfortunately for her, Lin Feng did not look at her in that manner.

Some things in life can only be wished for, they cannot be forced.

Lin Feng simply offered a faint smile and walked out of the private dining room, his steps unhurried and steady.

The waitress stole a quick glance at Li Zhiyan and let out an exaggerated sigh.

Just one look at her chest and she knew she was hopelessly outclassed.

“I… I officially surrender. Life is not fair. Those… mountain peaks of hers? Clearly blessed by the heavens!” she groaned, muttering her complaint in complete silence, shaking her head in exaggerated, reluctant defeat.