I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 140 Wait, Is This Training or a Honeymoon?

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Wait, Is This Training or a Honeymoon?

Lin Feng followed shortly after, though at a slower pace.

His face remained unreadable, but his thoughts were anything but calm.

Her challenge echoed in his mind. The warmth of her lips lingered stubbornly against his own.

Pride warred with principle. Desire wrestled with restraint.

As he stepped outside Su Muyao’s room, the air felt cooler but it did little to quiet the fire she had so carefully ignited.

Li Zhiyan watched them from a careful distance, her sharp eyes instantly picking up the unmistakable signs of an intimate struggle.

She observed how Su Muyao moved, the subtle arching of her back, the slight flush on her cheeks, the almost imperceptible shiver running through her body.

They were all telltale signs of desire and engagement.

Her gaze inevitably roamed over Su Muyao’s form, finally settling on the widow’s proud peaks.

Even beneath the modest, respectable robes that covered her, her arousal was impossible to miss.

Her peaks were hard and clearly defined, pressing insistently against the fabric as if attempting to push free, making the cloth tent slightly as if it were under great tension.

Every small movement betrayed her excitement, leaving Li Zhiyan in no doubt that Su Muyao was fully alive with desire.

"So they really are in that kind of relationship," Li Zhiyan concluded, her voice quiet in her own mind but tinged with satisfaction.

A part of her felt relief as well knowing that Lin Feng was already deeply engaged with Lady Su meant that he would be unlikely to notice her presence, or pay her any attention.

Lin Feng would be completely drained and sucked dry by the irresistible allure of this beautiful widow!

That knowledge brought a great sense of comfort.

A few breaths later, she gazed at Lin Feng next.

To Li Zhiyan’s observant eyes, he appeared utterly unchanged, composed and unreadable as ever.

There were no visible traces of what had just transpired between him and Su Muyao.

At first, it seemed as if nothing at all had happened, and yet her instincts whispered otherwise.

It was only after a moment’s closer scrutiny that a sharp realization struck her.

Isn’t he too fast? They’ve only been at it for about two minutes! she thought, her brows knitting together.

Li Zhiyan was no stranger to the intricacies of both cultivation and life itself.

Her curiosity and ambition had made her not only an exceptional pill maker but also a highly skilled cultivator, capable of meticulous observation and deduction.

Yet her attentiveness did not stop at herbs, medicines, or martial skills... she had long since trained herself to notice, understand, and mentally catalogue the subtler, more intimate sides of life as well.

Through careful listening and keen observation, she had gathered knowledge of human desire, passion, and performance, and she knew for certain that most women would not be satisfied by a man who finished in mere minutes.

A faint sigh escaped her lips in thought.

Ohhhh... Young Master Lin Feng... she murmured inwardly, a mixture of amusement and exasperation washing over her.

No one is perfect, after all.

She studied him for another moment, taking in the way he moved and the calm in his eyes.

Despite his composed appearance, Li Zhiyan knew better.

Even the strongest cultivator, the most disciplined man, could not fully hide the stirrings of flesh and blood when confronted with desire.

Her curiosity mingled with a twinge of sympathy.

As for Lin Feng, he had returned his attention to Su Wanwan.

The little girl was a bundle of energy, her enthusiasm practically radiating from her small frame.

She moved with uncontainable excitement, her bright eyes sparkling as she prepared to demonstrate her latest progress.

"Teacher Lin Feng, you’re back! Look! Wanwan is so good at this technique now! Wanwan can even make big things disappear!" she exclaimed, rushing toward a large rocking chair and gesturing dramatically, as if presenting a grand magic show.

Ding!

The chair vanished before their eyes.

Wanwan waved her tiny hands again, and just as suddenly, the chair reappeared exactly where it had been.

Lin Feng smiled, nodding approvingly. "Well done, Wanwan. That’s excellent progress."

He then leaned closer, his tone gentle but firm. "Now, remember one important thing... you can only do this with inanimate objects, okay? Don’t try it with animals or people."

He emphasized this warning carefully.

The immortal treasures she was using could store living things just as easily as objects unlike normal storage rings, which had limits and could not contain life.

One careless mistake, and she could accidentally trap someone inside the artifact.

Lin Feng wanted to make sure his precious student understood the responsibility that came with such power, no matter how playful or fun the experiments might be.

Su Wanwan nodded earnestly, her small hands clenching with determination.

"Wanwan understands, Teacher Lin Feng! Wanwan will be careful!"

Lin Feng chuckled softly, feeling a swell of pride.

Despite her size, the girl’s talent and diligence were remarkable, and he could see that with proper guidance, she would become a formidable cultivator in her own right.

He smiled warmly, his eyes drifting toward Su Muyao, who was also smiling... her gaze soft yet filled with unmistakable pride as she watched her daughter.

There was a certain serenity in the way she stood, a quiet strength that seemed to radiate around her.

It made her look even more breathtaking!

Seeing that, Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a pang of reflection for his own situation.

What should I do later? he asked himself silently, his mind turning the question over like a meticulously polished blade.

He thought back to the many temptations he had faced in his first life on Earth, recalling them one by one... the countless moments when female students had tried to seduce him, hoping to gain favor or pass his class but his principles had never wavered.

Not once had he let them or his desires dictate his actions.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting the memory of his past discipline settle over him like armor.

The temptation he now faced was different, more immediate, and far more personal.

Yet, as he reflected, a sense of determination began to build, coiling like a spring in his chest.

I am stronger than this! he shouted silently within his own mind, the declaration reverberating through every fiber of his being.

No temptation no matter how beautiful, how cunning, or how irresistible can ever break my will!