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

Chapter 305: Chapter 305 Stuck in the Spirit Beast Pouch with Two Jade Beauties

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, someone was struggling to process the unbelievable news that had just arrived.

“Is this information accurate?” an old man asked, his voice rough and trembling slightly with age, betraying a mix of disbelief and suppressed anger.

His gnarled hands clutched the jade slip as if holding it too tightly might force it to tell a different story.

He had cultivated in isolation for hours earlier, focusing on his internal energy, when an elder’s urgent summons had demanded his immediate presence.

Reluctantly, he had abandoned his practice, hurrying to meet the emergency, and now, standing before the jade slip, he could hardly reconcile the words before him with reality.

“It is accurate, Sect Master. Do you wish me to recall them myself?” a woman replied, her voice soft yet firm, carrying the kind of authority that demanded attention.

Her beauty was otherworldly, seemingly untouched by mortal time, as though she had been blessed by the heavens themselves.

She was the first to receive the jade slip, delivered with utmost secrecy by their network of spies stationed throughout Clear Moon City.

The message had arrived quietly, but its contents were enough to send shockwaves through her mind.

At first, there had been an additional woman accompanying Lin Feng, her presence shrouded in mystery and her face hidden behind a magical veil so potent that no ordinary gaze could penetrate it.

Yet, judging by the farewell letter she had left for the sect, it was easy to assume that she was none other than Daoist Heavenly Fate.

And now, just this morning, another woman had appeared alongside Lin Feng, this one also employing a powerful magical veil that obscured her features completely.

No one, neither sect members nor spies, could determine who she was.

And yet it was also easy to discern her identity, as the jade slip contained portraits of the two, and their alluring forms were unmistakable.

A mortal might be able to recognize a sibling after decades of shared life, but the sect elders, having spent countless thousands of years together, found it far easier to identify anyone within their fold.

They could pick them out in a crowd of a trillion people with ease, even with their eyes closed.

The sect master shook his head, letting out a long, weary sigh.

“First it was Daoist Heavenly Fate, then Daoist Falling Snow… and now you?” His eyes narrowed, and the crease in his brow deepened.

He pressed a hand to his temple, where a sharp, pounding headache had begun to flare.

“I would be a fool to send yet another woman and risk her being charmed by a young master of some ancient clan. We know nothing of this young man, nor of the clan that supports him. This is… reckless.”

He paused, letting the weight of his thoughts settle for a moment. If he could, he would have uprooted every ancient clan in existence, crushing them for the chaos they continually inflicted upon the world.

All these clans did was send their young masters and heiresses out into the world, dragging countless sects, mortals, and innocents into the mess they inevitably created.

Generations of planning and cultivation, the painstaking order of countless sects, had always teetered on the whims of these young nobles and now, yet again, calamity threatened to descend.

“Let me go, Sect Master! I’ll fetch the elders and bring them back safely!” a strong man stepped forward, his voice ringing with determination, cutting through the tension that filled the grand hall.

His eyes shone with a mixture of courage and resolve, betraying no trace of fear despite the enormity of the task ahead.

The sect master studied him for a long, measured moment. He could feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him. Around the hall, the other elders shifted uncomfortably, exchanging glances.

None of them dared volunteer. Everyone knew the reputation of the ancient clans… their cunning, their ruthlessness, and their unparalleled mastery of both martial and spiritual arts.

They didn’t even bother counting their myriad treasures, countless and unpredictable in nature.

Standing in the way of the young masters from the ancient clans was, in truth, nothing less than courting certain death.

“Dealing with them is never simple,” the sect master murmured to himself. His gaze swept over the hall, resting briefly on each elder.

Their sect had stood for countless thousands of years, surviving countless trials, wars, and calamities.

Yet the ancient clans… they had endured for millions of years, their power woven into the very history of the continent.

Only a handful of great sects across Azure Heaven Continent could even approach their level, and even those would hesitate to confront them directly.

Finally, the sect master’s gaze returned to the strong man before him. There was something in the way he held himself, in the steady confidence in his eyes, that inspired trust. He exhaled slowly and nodded.

“Go, Limitless Sword. I place my trust in you,” the sect master said, his voice firm but heavy with gravity. “But hear me well. If you can accomplish this without any fighting or conflict, do so. The young masters of these hidden clans are no ordinary opponents. They are trained from birth in both combat and cunning. Their minds are as sharp as their blades, their loyalty to their clans absolute. You must tread carefully. One misstep could bring disaster not just to yourself, but to our sect as well.”

Daoist Limitless Sword bowed deeply, his crimson robes shifting like flames around him. “I understand, Sect Master. You can count on me. I will not fail.” His voice was steady, unwavering, filled with quiet confidence, yet beneath it lay a fire of determination that seemed almost palpable in the air.

With that, he turned and strode toward the hall’s massive doors, each step measured, exuding the calm assurance of a cultivator trained to face both danger and strategy in equal measure.

The sunlight caught the edge of his sword at his hip, glinting like a promise of retribution and justice.

As the doors closed behind him, the sect master allowed himself a slow exhale, pressing a hand to his temple. “May the heavens guide you, Limitless Sword,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “And may your skill and wisdom be enough to face this plague of ancient clan young masters.”