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

“Explain,” the old man said coldly. No one dared to delay. Several witnesses hurriedly stepped forward, recounting everything that had happened.

Even Long Aotian restrained his anger and spoke with a measure of respect, though the venom in his tone remained when he mentioned Lin Feng.

Within ten minutes, the old man had grasped the ins and outs of the matter. Silence followed. Then, he turned his gaze toward Lin Feng.

At first, his eyes were merely indifferent but soon, they were filled with ridicule, as if he had just heard the most absurd joke in his life.

“To attempt the Medicine King examination without even being a Medicine Apprentice…” the old man said slowly, shaking his head. “Young man, you must be out of your mind.”

A few people in the crowd couldn’t help but nod in agreement, their earlier shock giving way to quiet mockery. Even if Lin Feng had some skill, skipping ranks like this was simply unheard of.

Yet Lin Feng remained composed.

“I am completely sound and sane,” he replied calmly, his tone steady and confident. “I simply believe that taking the Medicine Apprentice and Medicine Master examinations would be a waste of my time.”

A faint stir ran through the crowd. Waste of time?

To most cultivators, even obtaining the title of Medicine Apprentice was a difficult dream. Medicine Masters were respected figures wherever they went.

And Medicine Kings… those were individuals who stood at the peak of the healing arts. Yet this young man spoke as if those titles were beneath him.

Lin Feng continued, his gaze unwavering as he met the old man’s eyes.

“They do not appear special in my eyes at all.” The hall fell silent once more. Even the old man’s expression darkened slightly.

“Oh?” he said, his tone turning colder. “And what exactly do you propose?”

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“It’s simple. Instead of wasting time on trivial examinations, why not give me a patient… someone even your Medicine Kings cannot cure?” A ripple of shock spread through the crowd.

Such arrogance… it was simply unbelievable. But Lin Feng did not stop.

“If I can heal that person,” he continued, his voice calm yet carrying absolute confidence, “then you grant me the title of Medicine King.”

For a moment, no one spoke. A wave of murmurs erupted throughout the hall.

“This guy… has he gone mad?”

“He’s challenging Medicine Kings directly?”

“Does he even know what he’s saying?!”

“Is he even worthy of the title?!”

Even Long Aotian, who had been burning with rage moments ago, was momentarily stunned before letting out a cold, mocking laugh.

In his eyes, Lin Feng had already crossed from arrogance into sheer stupidity. As for the old man… His gaze locked onto Lin Feng, sharp and piercing, as if trying to see through him completely.

The air grew heavy once more.

“Do you understand what you’re saying, young man?” he asked slowly. “Medicine Kings are not figures you can casually compare yourself to. Even one misstep in treating such a patient could cost a life.”

A faint pause. Then his voice dropped, carrying a hint of warning.

“And if you fail… do you know the consequences of making a mockery of this pavilion?”

The pressure in the room intensified. Yet Lin Feng stood there, unmoved, as if none of it affected him in the slightest.

“Of course I understand,” he said lightly. Then, after a brief pause, his eyes gleamed with quiet confidence. “The real question is… do you dare?”

“Do I dare?” The old man let out a low chuckle, though there was no warmth in it… only a sharp, probing intent.

“You have guts, young man, I’ll give you that,” he said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “To speak so boldly in front of a Medicine King like me, Shi Hanfeng… I can’t help but admire your… audacity.”

His tone shifted, turning colder, heavier.

“But you should understand something,” Shi Hanfeng continued, his gaze piercing straight into Lin Feng as if trying to strip him bare. “If I agree to this so-called challenge of yours, there must be sufficient capital to back it up. Otherwise, all you have are empty words… and I have no use for those. Do I?”

The hall fell silent again. Everyone could feel the weight behind his words.

Shi Hanfeng was not a man who could be entertained with mere arrogance. If Lin Feng wanted to play this game, he needed something real and something valuable enough to justify such madness.

Yet even under that pressure, Lin Feng remained calm. In fact, he smiled.

“Of course,” he said lightly. “I am not naive. I know what moves the world… money and power.” A faint murmur rippled through the crowd at his words.

“Power isn’t suitable here,” Lin Feng continued, his tone steady. “After all, I do need your Medicine King title to avoid unnecessary headaches in the future.”

There was a refined confidence in his voice, as if everything had already been calculated.

“So… I’ll use money instead.” His gaze met Shi Hanfeng’s, unwavering.

“I’m sure you’ll like this, Senior Shi Hanfeng.” As his words fell, Lin Feng slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

At that moment… A soft glow emerged.

Nestled in his hand was a single rose, yet it was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. Its petals shimmered with shifting hues, as if capturing the essence of a rainbow within them.

Seven distinct colors intertwined seamlessly, each one radiant and pure, giving off a faint, mesmerizing light. The moment it appeared, the entire hall seemed to grow quieter.

“A flower?” someone muttered in confusion.

“What kind of flower is that…?”

People leaned forward, squinting, trying to make sense of it. To most, it looked extraordinary but nothing more than a rare, beautiful plant.

However… Shi Hanfeng’s expression changed instantly.

The calm, authoritative demeanor he had maintained until now shattered completely. His pupils shrank. His breathing hitched. For a moment, he thought he was seeing things.