I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 143 The Parched Flower Begs for the Morning Dew

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 The Parched Flower Begs for the Morning Dew

When the clock struck one in the morning, Lin Feng finally leaned back in his chair and exhaled.

"All wins and no losses. Excellent rank farming, if you ask me." He smiled in satisfaction and stood up to stretch, his joints giving a faint crack after hours of gaming.

"I think so too, Master Lin Feng," Emery replied calmly.

She had grown rather fond of playing this shooter game with him.

Truth be told, the game itself was relatively easy for her.

With her peak reaction speed and flawless coordination, landing shots and predicting enemy movements required little effort.

She could even land headshots on enemy toons with a one hundred percent success rate every time.

However, what truly entertained her was not the gameplay...

It was the online live chat.

Their teammates were ecstatic whenever they were matched together, praising their skill and begging to queue again.

Meanwhile, their opponents filled the chat with endless complaints... calling them unfair, broken, outright cheaters.

Emery’s lips twitched very slightly.

Almost a smile.

Almost.

She stood up gracefully and placed the controller down with care.

She already knew what came next... her master would be retiring for the night.

"Thank you for today, Emery," Lin Feng said casually. "I’ll see you in the morning."

He paused briefly before adding,

"And... don’t forget to leave through the front door. You have a fan waiting out there."

Emery’s eyes shifted subtly.

She extended her spiritual sense outward and immediately understood what he meant.

Li Zhiyan.

Hiding.

Listening.

Waiting.

"I understand, Master Lin Feng," Emery replied evenly. "Have a good rest tonight."

She gave one final bow before turning and exiting the room.

As she stepped into the courtyard, she immediately spotted Li Zhiyan concealed in a shadowed corner. The girl had clearly been waiting for quite some time.

But Emery gave no indication that she had noticed.

She simply walked past with steady, unhurried steps, her expression cold and composed.

Li Zhiyan’s eyes followed her carefully.

Emery continued forward entering the farthest guest room of the house.

The door closed softly behind her.

The night returned to silence.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng lay on his bed, quietly staring at the ceiling.

The room was dim, illuminated only by faint lantern light seeping through the curtains.

Silence lingered in the air.

He remained still for half a dozen breaths, his expression thoughtful.

"I suppose it’s time," he muttered softly.

With a flick of his wrist, a pen and a sheet of paper appeared from his soul space.

He sat up slightly and began writing, his strokes swift yet precise.

Each character flowed smoothly onto the page, neat and deliberate.

In less than ten breaths, he finished.

He glanced at the paper once more before whispering gently to his handiwork.

"Go."

The sheet trembled.

Then it folded itself, transforming into a delicate paper bird. Its wings fluttered once, twice...

And in the next instant, it shot forward.

The small paper bird pierced through the air as though space itself offered no resistance.

It passed through the walls of Lin Feng’s room without leaving so much as a ripple, vanishing into the night sky in a streak of silent light.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if space and time had bent to allow its passage.

Lin Feng lay back down calmly, as if he had merely completed a trivial task.

One breath later, the same paper bird arrived at a modest, private home.

"What’s this?"

A woman in thin, flowing nightwear... a fabric that barely concealed the curves of her body froze as the paper bird appeared before her, landing delicately on the polished floor.

She was standing alone in the living room, the soft glow of lanterns casting gentle shadows across the room.

She had been waiting for someone for hours.

Not impatiently, not anxiously but with a sense of deliberate anticipation.

Every moment of waiting heightened the thrill, a subtle tension coursing through her.

She knew that no man could resist her charm, her beauty, or her presence.

With a delicate hand, she picked up the paper bird and carefully unfolded the letter it contained.

Her eyes scanned the words.

And in that instant, her smile vanished.

The words were from Lin Feng.

He would not be coming tonight.

Polite, respectful, apologetic and yet firm.

Boundaries were clearly set, leaving no room for negotiation.

Su Muyao’s brows knit slightly, and a quiet sigh escaped her lips.

She hadn’t anticipated this, nor prepared herself in the slightest, and the disappointment was impossible to hide.

She read the letter again. Slowly. Methodically. Each word sinking deeper.

A third reading followed.

Her expression softened slightly, but the disappointment was replaced by something else... a spark of amusement, a flicker of excitement.

She placed the letter on the nearby table with a measured, almost ceremonial gesture.

Several seconds of silence followed as she let her mind wander, her eyes staring at nothing, her lips twitching just enough to hint at the thoughts forming inside her head.

Then, suddenly, a bright, dazzling smile spread across her face.

She was disappointed tonight but far from defeated.

In fact, this only heightened her curiosity. She understood something crucial about Lin Feng now.

"You may not take the initiative," she murmured to herself, her voice low and almost teasing, "but you can’t resist it when I’m already in front of you."

Her smile widened further, turning playful and cunning.

Tonight’s disappointment was nothing but a prelude. She already knew how to exploit his weakness.

After all... no man, not even a saint, could resist when the feast was placed directly before him.

And Su Muyao intended to be that feast.

Su Muyao leaned back slightly, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

She thought back to earlier, to the moment when she had touched Lin Feng and he had simply stood there, completely composed, taking it like a true man.

Su Muyao found herself smiling at the memory.

She was betting that the next time something like that happened, he would react in the same way.

And already, her mind was racing, spinning through countless scenarios, imagining myriad ways to exploit his weakness, his restraint, and his inaction.

"Tomorrow," she whispered, the corners of her lips curling into a lingering smile, "...will be far more interesting than tonight."