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

Chapter 183: Chapter 183 The Double-D Duel

Nearly two hours passed before the meeting finally came to an end.

The discussions within the Wang Clan’s main hall had been calm on the surface, courteous and measured, yet layered with probing questions and subtle tests of intent.

By the time the doors opened again, the atmosphere had shifted.

The two guests from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect stepped back into the open, prepared to take their leave.

“Are you certain you will not remain for the feast, Elder Xia?” Wang Yuyan asked with composed politeness.

Her tone was warm but not overly eager.

“The Wang Clan has already made arrangements. It would be our honor to host you properly.”

Behind her, servants stood ready, and distant tables had indeed been prepared with spiritual delicacies worthy of honored guests.

Xia Xinghe regarded Wang Yuyan quietly for a moment before offering a faint, refined smile.

“Your hospitality does you credit,” she replied evenly.

“However, this visit was sudden, and we would not wish to impose further upon your clan. Matters within the sect require our attention as well.”

Her gaze sharpened slightly, though her expression remained cordial.

“There will be opportunities in the future. Farewell for now, Fellow Daoist Wang.”

That single phrase carried weight.

To address Wang Yuyan as fellow daoist was not casual courtesy. It was recognition.

Recognition that she stood on equal footing in the path of cultivation, regardless of age.

Several elders behind Wang Yuyan subtly straightened when they heard it.

Wang Yuyan inclined her head gracefully. “Safe travels, Elder Xia.”

Without further words, Xia Xinghe’s form blurred.

In an instant, her figure dissolved into a ripple of shadow, dispersing like mist under sunlight.

Yun Luofeng remained a few steps behind.

Her youthful eyes lingered on Wang Yuyan longer than etiquette demanded.

There was curiosity there, and something akin to admiration and open competition.

For someone so young to command such presence within her clan and draw the attention of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect was no small feat.

For a brief second, the two young women locked eyes.

No words were exchanged.

Yet a silent understanding seemed to pass between them.

Then Yun Luofeng gave a slight nod, her lips curving faintly as though committing the encounter to memory.

A heartbeat later, her body flickered and vanished, following in her master’s wake.

The place fell quiet.

Moments later, a deep, resonant hum vibrated through the air.

The massive flying boat responded to its masters’ return.

Spiritual formations along its hull glowed faintly as it began to rise from within the Wang Clan’s territory.

The ground trembled lightly beneath its ascent, and a powerful gust of wind swept across rooftops and banners alike.

Its immense shadow slowly lifted from the clan grounds.

Outside the walls, countless eyes remained fixed on the spectacle.

Spies who had hidden for hours did not dare move closer, but none of them missed a single detail.

They carefully noted the timing of the departure, the expressions of the Wang Clan members, and even the subtle energy fluctuations in the air.

The flying boat climbed higher and higher until it pierced through the clouds.

Then, with a controlled surge of spiritual power, it shot forward across the sky, rapidly shrinking into a distant speck before disappearing beyond the horizon.

Silence gradually returned to the city.

Within the Wang Clan, several elders finally released the breaths they had been unconsciously holding.

The Wang Patriarch wiped a faint sheen of sweat from his brow, though he maintained his dignity.

The visit had been peaceful.

But peaceful did not mean insignificant.

Now, everyone quietly hoped that the Nine Peaks Sword Sect would never find reason to visit their clan again.

***

The flying boat did not travel far after leaving the city.

Instead of disappearing toward the distant horizon, it slowed and descended into a dense forest several miles outside Clear Moon City.

Towering ancient trees concealed its massive frame, and the surrounding formations shimmered faintly as they activated, masking its presence from prying eyes.

Remaining within the city’s airspace any longer would have drawn unnecessary attention.

The Nine Peaks Sword Sect did not fear attention, but there was no need to disrupt the regional balance or stir rumors without purpose.

Once the vessel settled quietly among the trees, Yun Luofeng crossed her arms and turned toward her master.

“I thought we were coming to capture a demonic cultivator,” she said with a faint frown. “Are we really just going to leave that woman alone and let her reign over the city unchecked?”

Xia Xinghe glanced at her disciple, unimpressed.

“You are letting your imagination run wild again, Luofeng,” she said calmly. “That was never our mission. You would do well to reread the briefing instead of jumping to dramatic conclusions.”

Yun Luofeng blinked.

Xia Xinghe continued, her tone measured.

“We were sent to ascertain whether Wang Yuyan was an external cultivator who had infiltrated Clear Moon City and disrupted its existing power structure. Such interference could have warranted sect intervention.”

She paused briefly.

“However, she is genuinely a member of the Wang Clan. Her rise in strength, while remarkable, does not violate any sect accords. We have no legitimate grounds to act against her.”

Yun Luofeng exhaled loudly in exaggerated disappointment.

“Ahhh… Master, you are no fun,” she muttered, pouting slightly. “I would have loved to see you slap that flawless face of hers.”

Xia Xinghe’s gaze sharpened faintly.

“Luofeng.”

Yun Luofeng raised her hands defensively but could not suppress her honest frustration.

“I just don’t like her,” she admitted. “She looks too perfect. Everything she says is measured. Every movement is graceful. It feels fake.”

She kicked lightly at the wooden deck beneath her feet.

She was already eighteen, and yet standing next to Wang Yuyan, she felt small, immature, and utterly insignificant.

Though she was confident in her beauty and talent, she could not deny that Wang Yuyan’s temperament had overshadowed her.

It was not merely appearance. It was composure. Authority.

That quiet steadiness that did not need to prove itself.

Xia Xinghe watched her disciple silently for a moment before speaking again.

“Strength is not measured only by cultivation level,” she said calmly.

Yun Luofeng huffed but did not argue further.

Deep down, she understood.

But understanding did not stop the slight sting of rivalry blooming in her chest.

“And even if we were to fight, I am not entirely certain I would prevail,” Xia Xinghe said calmly.

“What?!” Yun Luofeng stared at her master in disbelief.