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

Chapter 286: Chapter 286 Is It Still a Satire If Everyone is Actually This Thirsty?

“Mountains beyond mountains, heavens above heavens… the Great Dao has no end, and the heart has no limit. To claim one has mastered the Dao is to reveal one’s own ignorance…”

Lin Feng’s words were calm, yet they seemed to carry an indescribable weight.

For a moment, the wind stilled.

The crowd fell into complete silence.

And then…

One by one, auras began to shift.

Some students trembled as realization dawned upon them.

Others closed their eyes, their breathing deepening as they entered states of sudden enlightenment.

Spiritual energy gathered, surged, and broke through barriers that had long restrained them.

Breakthroughs began to occur.

Not just one.

But many.

Gasps of shock echoed throughout the field, yet no one dared to interrupt Lin Feng’s lecture.

Even those who had not yet grasped anything listened with utmost focus, afraid of missing even a single word.

Under the vast sky, thousands listened as one.

And at the center of it all stood Lin Feng… calm, composed, and seemingly boundless, like the Dao itself.

The spiritual essence of the world seemed to converge at a single point, gathering like an invisible storm around Lin Feng.

The very air in the field shimmered with energy, and anyone with the slightest sensitivity could feel the shift.

The atmosphere itself seemed heavier, charged with an indescribable tension, as if the world was holding its breath.

“What’s happening out there?” The workers and teachers at the Spirit Spring Academy were stunned.

Many of them had witnessed incredible feats before, but nothing like this.

The energy radiating from the field was unlike anything they had ever sensed.

Compelled by curiosity and concern, most of them hurried toward the source of the disturbance to see what could possibly be occurring.

When they arrived, the sight left them speechless. Lin Feng stood calmly at the center of the field, his posture unwavering, hands folded behind his back.

Around him, thousands of students sat in perfect lotus positions, completely focused.

One by one, breakthroughs began to occur.

Auras flared and spiritual energy surged as the students reached new heights, their eyes widening with shock and enlightenment.

Despite the growing intensity around him, Lin Feng remained serene, a pillar of unshakable calm.

His voice, soft yet penetrating, resonated across the field, but only those worthy could hear it.

To outsiders, it was as if he were speaking directly into their hearts, guiding only the ones who could truly understand.

He taught with precision and discernment.

Those whose hearts were pure and intentions righteous received his deepest guidance, lessons layered with profound truths capable of reshaping their destinies.

Those with dark hearts, or hearts tainted by selfishness and greed, were given only the basics, enough to learn without advancing beyond their moral capacity.

Lin Feng had not yet become a saint, one who would show kindness to both good and evil indiscriminately.

He was a man of principles, guided by his own code.

Compassion and power were not given freely and they were earned through merit, effort, and integrity.

He would uphold his standards without compromise, and he would remain true to them until the end of time.

The field remained silent, save for the gentle hum of spiritual energy and the occasional gasp of a student achieving a breakthrough.

A minute later, the people who had been watching around could no longer contain their astonishment and murmurs.

“What sorcery is this? Is Lin Feng really a witch?” one voice finally dared to speak, trembling with a mix of fear and astonishment.

“There’s no sorcery involved,” another said, shaking their head. “Mentor Lin Feng is simply preaching the Dao. His students are receiving its benefits. That’s all there is to it.”

“I… I think I see it too,” a third murmured, almost as if afraid to speak louder, yet their eyes betrayed the awe they felt.

The murmurs faded gradually, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence.

Minutes passed, stretching like hours, until a single act broke the stillness and awe.

Thud!

An azure teacher’s uniform fell to the ground, forgotten.

Someone stepped forward, abandoning the formality of his station, and walked directly toward Lin Feng, eyes ablaze with obsession and hope.

“Where are you going, Teacher Wang Wu?” someone called out, their voice tinged with disbelief.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” Wang Wu’s voice rang out, clear and unwavering. “I have wasted my life with no talent, no breakthroughs. But now… now I have a chance to try again! To chase immortality if it is given to me!”

He strode forward with unshakable determination, the crowd parting instinctively to make way for him.

His every step seemed charged with energy, and for the first time in years, he felt the rush of possibility pulse through him.

“Me too!” another voice shouted, breaking the dam of hesitation.

One by one, more teachers and workers followed Wang Wu’s lead.

Some hesitated for a moment, glancing around at their peers, at the crowd, as if asking silently whether they were crazy.

Then, one by one, they shed their uniforms, discarded their doubts, and moved forward.

Many stepped forward, eager to become Lin Feng’s students, while just as many remained rooted to the spot, hesitant.

Their caution was understandable as they craved the stability of the familiar and were wary of gambling on the uncertainties that lay ahead.

A dozen breaths later, two elderly men entered the scene. The crowd immediately recognized them.

“Grand Proctor!”

“Dean Long!”

The people bowed deeply and cupped their fists in respect, but the two elders paid them no mind.

Their gazes were fixed solely on Lin Feng.

“I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse,” the Grand Proctor said, his voice heavy with concern.

“Perhaps it is both,” Dean Long replied thoughtfully. “A young master from a hidden ancient clan has emerged into the world of mortals. History tells us that such appearances rarely end well. Many tales of young masters like him are recorded and almost all conclude in tragedy.”

Though prodigies of his kind rarely appeared, the annals were clear… when they did, the outcomes were seldom good.