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

Chapter 277: Chapter 277 The Sect’s Secret Stash of Spiritual Lubricant

“What’s this?” the fat man muttered, only slightly surprised as Fang Yuan suddenly appeared.

He glanced over briefly, then smirked faintly, as if already understanding what had happened.

Fang Yuan, however, was completely shaken.

Though his body remained immobile, his spiritual sense was still active.

Through it, he clearly perceived everything happening around him.

And what he saw… made his heart sink.

The way the fat man was taking care of Xie Yan, the crude and merciless manner in which it was done, filled Fang Yuan with a deep sense of dread.

A terrible premonition rose within him.

Is this… what awaits me?

“Help me and I’ll give you anything!” Fang Yuan shouted through his spiritual sense, his voice filled with desperation as he directed it toward the fat man.

The fat man paused for just a brief moment.

Perhaps it was because of Fang Yuan’s Core Formation cultivation base that he was able to hear it.

Then he chuckled.

“Help you?” he said, his tone amused and self-mocking. “That’s funny.”

His movements did not stop in the slightest.

“I can’t even help myself here.”

Five minutes later, Zhang San let out a long, satisfied breath, his heavy chest rising and falling as he finally stepped away from the corpse bed.

The creaking beneath him stopped, and the chaotic sounds that had filled the morgue gradually faded into an eerie silence.

Without even sparing a second glance, he grabbed Xie Yan’s limp body and casually tossed it back onto the slab, as if discarding a worn-out tool.

The dull thud echoed faintly in the cold room.

He rolled his shoulders, stretching lazily, before turning his attention to the newcomer.

Fang Yuan.

A slow, intrigued grin spread across Zhang San’s face as he walked toward the bed.

His footsteps were unhurried, almost leisurely, yet each one seemed to press heavily against Fang Yuan’s already crumbling state of mind.

Standing beside the slab, Zhang San leaned forward slightly and began inspecting him from head to toe, his gaze sharp despite his otherwise sloppy appearance.

“Ohhh…” he drawled, his tone thick with amusement. “Now this… this is something special.”

He reached out and lightly tapped Fang Yuan’s shoulder, then his chest, as if testing the quality of an item.

“You’re a crafty one,” he continued, circling around the bed. “Not purely evil, no… but definitely the scheming type. The kind that hides knives behind smiles and calls it kindness.”

His grin widened as he inspected the karma around Fang Yuan’s body and soul.

“I like that.”

Fang Yuan’s heart pounded wildly.

Though his body remained completely paralyzed, his spiritual sense picked up every movement, every expression, every word.

And the more he perceived, the colder he felt.

Zhang San stopped at his side again, looking down at him like a monster that had just found an entertaining prey.

“I’ll be more than thrilled to listen to your story,” he said softly, almost kindly.

There was a brief pause.

Then his voice dropped into something far more unsettling.

“But first… we should get a little more personal. A little more… intimate.”

Fang Yuan’s mind erupted with fear as Zhang San manhandled him as though he were nothing more than a toy in his grasp.

A terrible premonition, far worse than death, swallowed Fang Yuan whole.

“Hey, don’t put your finger in there! Stop!” Fang Yuan panicked.

“Master, help me!” he screamed inwardly, his voice filled with desperation and panic.

Silence.

No response came.

What Fang Yuan did not know was that his master had already suffered the same fate, suppressed and sealed beyond resistance, unable to move, speak, or even think freely.

Completely helpless.

Just like him.

“Master!”

***

Meanwhile, Lin Feng took his time enjoying the meal, showing no trace of urgency.

Every movement was calm and composed, as if nothing of importance had occurred earlier.

Only after he had fully satisfied himself did he rise to his feet and leave the Ye Clan estate.

Outside, the atmosphere had already settled, yet an obvious tension still lingered in the air.

“Young Master Lin Feng, I’ll come with you too.”

Ye Jian hurried after him, her steps light, her expression bright once more.

The gloom that had weighed on her earlier seemed to have vanished without a trace.

“Now that you’ve gotten rid of my annoying fiancé, you should take responsibility for that,” she continued boldly, her lips curling into a playful smile. “How about you replace him, Young Master Lin Feng?”

Her tone was teasing, yet her eyes carried a faint glimmer of sincerity.

“I’m still too young to be thinking about marriage, Teacher Ye Jian. It’s not in my plans anytime soon,” Lin Feng replied calmly.

Ye Jian simply smiled, her expression relaxed as she chose not to press the matter further.

However, a hint of mischief flickered in her eyes.

She was already planning a little surprise for him.

Soon, she would tell Lin Feng that she was no longer a teacher at Spirit Spring Academy.

And when that time came, there would be nothing left standing between them.

Just you wait, Young Master Lin Feng… she thought to herself, her smile deepening ever so slightly. Let’s see how you handle me then.

After all, the knot in her heart had already been undone.

When she had asked about Fang Yuan, Lin Feng didn’t hide anything at least, not entirely.

He told her that Fang Yuan was not dead, but very much alive.

However, he had also made it clear that Fang Yuan had been punished for his actions.

A naughty boy, he called him.

Someone who toyed with the feelings and affection of women without restraint.

Lin Feng did not elaborate further, nor did Ye Jian press him.

For some reason, she trusted him completely.

Perhaps it was his calm demeanor, or perhaps it was the quiet confidence he always carried.

Or maybe… she simply wanted to believe him.

“I still can’t believe Fang Yuan would do such a thing…” Ye Jian muttered softly as they walked.

Her lively expression dimmed slightly, replaced by a trace of melancholy.

“As much as I’ve changed, he’s changed just as much… no, perhaps even more.” She lowered her gaze, her voice softening. “Time truly is the most unforgiving thing in this world. It can turn people into strangers before you even realize it…”