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

Chapter 292: Chapter 292 A Bet of Flesh and Jade where The Winner Takes All, Loser Takes Off Everything

“I want you to leave… and let go of Sister Tang Aining.” Daoist Falling Snow said. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Lin Feng raised a brow slightly, a faint hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Aining?” he repeated lightly. “I’m not keeping her here. In fact, she is free to come and go as she pleases.”

“Not good enough.” Daoist Falling Snow’s gaze hardened.

“I want you to push her away. Make it clear. Command her to leave you.”

A brief silence followed.

Then…

“And why,” Lin Feng asked, setting his teacup down with deliberate care, “would I do that?”

There was a trace of curiosity in his voice now, though it carried an unmistakable edge of mockery.

“Because no one else can make her change her mind,” Daoist Falling Snow replied coldly. “If she continues like this, she will only ruin herself.”

“Really?” Lin Feng leaned back slightly, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I find that hard to believe… after all, I don’t hold her life or death in my hands… or do I?”

His gaze shifted past her, landing on the figure standing quietly near the doorway.

Tang Aining.

She had remained there the entire time, silent, composed, as if she had no intention of interrupting.

Lin Feng studied her for a brief moment.

Then, as if struck by a passing thought, he spoke.

“Very well. Let’s try it.”

His voice turned indifferent… cold, even.

“Go, Tang Aining. I don’t need you here anymore.”

A pause.

“You mean nothing to me. You’re a useless piece of trash, and even a little leaf by the road has much more use than your pathetic little self.” The words fell like stones into still water.

For a moment, the entire courtyard seemed to freeze.

Daoist Falling Snow’s eyes flickered, watching closely.

This… should be enough.

No matter how deep Tang Aining’s feelings ran, no one could remain unmoved after hearing such words.

And yet…

“…”

Tang Aining did not move.

She remained standing exactly where she was, her expression calm, her posture unchanged.

Not a single step forward.

Not a single step back.

It was as though his words had passed through her like a breeze… felt, but unable to shake her foundation.

The silence stretched.

“It seems I’ve greatly underestimated Sister Tang Aining’s faith in her cards…” Daoist Falling Snow mused inwardly, her brows knitting ever so slightly. “She would truly go to any length to follow the path fate has laid out for her.”

A dull ache pulsed faintly at her temples.

This situation was far more troublesome than she had anticipated.

What should have been a simple intervention had instead turned into a delicate stalemate… one where logic, persuasion, and even emotional appeal had all failed.

And at the center of it all…

Was this man.

Her gaze shifted back to Lin Feng, who remained seated calmly, as though the entire matter held no real weight in his mind.

That composure…

It was suffocating.

Still, Daoist Falling Snow was not one to retreat so easily.

If one path failed, she would simply carve another.

“Master Lin Feng,” she said at last, her voice smooth and controlled, betraying none of the frustration stirring beneath the surface, “surely someone of your standing possesses the means to make Sister Tang Aining leave you.”

She paused, letting the words settle before adding, her tone sharpening just slightly…

“Or… is such a matter beyond even a young master of an ancient clan?”

It was a smart move.

Carefully measured.

A blade hidden within silk.

A challenge aimed squarely at his pride.

To most men, such words would have been enough to provoke an immediate reaction… to anger them, to force their hand, to make them act simply to prove themselves.

But Lin Feng…

Was not most men.

His fingers lightly tapped against the rim of his teacup, a soft, rhythmic sound that echoed faintly in the quiet courtyard.

Instead of anger, a flicker of interest passed through his eyes.

Then amusement.

“I can make Aining leave me,” he said casually, as though discussing something trivial. “I can make her hate me, resent me… even feel discomfort at the mere thought of my existence.”

His gaze lifted, meeting hers directly.

Calm.

Steady.

Unfathomable.

“Yes… I can do all of that.”

He set his cup down with deliberate ease, the faint clink of porcelain against stone breaking the stillness.

“But the real question is… why would I?”

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“What exactly do I gain from doing so?”

The air seemed to grow heavier.

Daoist Falling Snow’s eyes gleamed faintly.

There it was.

He had taken the bait… not through pride, but through interest.

That was even better.

“If I win,” she said without hesitation, her voice firm and unwavering, “you will sever Sister Tang Aining’s attachment to you. You will ensure that she leaves you willingly and never seeks you out again.”

Her sleeves swayed lightly as a faint breeze passed through the courtyard, yet her posture remained perfectly still.

“But if you win…”

She leaned forward slightly, her presence sharpening, her gaze locking onto his without the slightest trace of retreat.

“I will agree to any condition you set.”

The words fell with quiet finality.

No hesitation.

No room for negotiation.

Even Tang Aining, who stood silently at the side, could not help but glance over at her, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.

For Daoist Falling Snow to make such an offer…

She was serious.

For the first time since the conversation began…

Lin Feng’s expression changed.

It was discreet.

Barely noticeable.

But the shift was there.

A spark of genuine interest flickered in his eyes, followed by a deeper, more pronounced amusement.

“Is that so…”

He leaned back slightly, his gaze sweeping over her as though reassessing her entirely not as an opponent, but as a prize.

The corner of his lips curved upward. He could think of countless ways to make use of Daoist Falling Snow within the confines of his modest household.

“Fine.”