I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 166 Promoted from Tea Girl to Bed-Warmer with Benefits

Chapter 166: Chapter 166 Promoted from Tea Girl to Bed-Warmer with Benefits

"You said it was only a ploy to win Lady Su’s favor! You never said my head could actually roll! The prisoner’s hands trembled violently.

Even now, his neck felt cold as if the phantom kiss of a blade still lingered there.

One of the elders released his arm and casually brushed invisible dust from his sleeve, utterly unbothered.

"Compose yourself," he said with a dismissive wave. "We had to make it convincing. Do you think Lady Su is a fool? If we had treated you gently or showed the slightest mercy, she would have noticed something was amiss."

The lead elder let out a hearty laugh, the earlier killing intent gone as though it had never existed.

"It had to feel real," he added. "Your fear... your silence... even the way you wet yourself..."

He paused and glanced down with faint amusement. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"...all of it made the performance flawless. Well done! Truly a job well done. The clan will reward you handsomely tomorrow."

The other elder chuckled deeply. "Frankly, we didn’t even need to coach you. Your terror did most of the work."

The prisoner’s face flushed red with humiliation.

"That wasn’t part of the agreement!" he protested weakly. "You told me no real danger was involved!"

The elder’s laughter softened into something colder.l

"Boy," he said, leaning closer, his voice dropping slightly, "understand this clearly. If Lady Su had given the order to make your head a trophy on her wall, we would have had no choice."

He made a slow slicing motion across his own neck.

"Your head would have fallen. Act or not."

Silence followed.

The prisoner swallowed hard, his throat dry.

He suddenly realized something terrifying.

They had not been joking.

For a fleeting moment back in Su Muyao’s home, the elders truly had been prepared to kill him.

Clan politics did not allow room for half-measures.

"You were gambling with my life..." he whispered.

The lead elder shrugged. "The clan was gambling with yours. There’s a difference."

The other elder added lightly, "Besides, you survived. Isn’t that what matters?"

He clapped the fake prisoner roughly on the shoulder, nearly making him stumble again.

"Go home and make love to your wife. You were lucky tonight, so thank your ancestors properly and light an incense in their honor," the clan elder said before turning to leave.

The other followed shortly after, leaving the fortunate actor alone to reflect deeply on the choices that had brought him to this moment.

His heart still thudded unevenly in his chest.

His neck still tingled with imagined steel.

Tonight, he had stood one breath away from death. Not metaphorically. Not symbolically.

Truly.

And the elders had been ready to sacrifice him without hesitation if necessary.

A bitter realization settled in his mind.

In the Su Clan, loyalty was praised...

But expendability was assumed.

As the cold night air brushed against his damp robes, he clenched his fists silently.

I am never... ever... volunteering to stick my neck out for the clan like this again.

If they needed another pawn for their political games...

They could find someone else.

He had already brushed against the edge of the blade once tonight.

He had no desire to feel its kiss again.

***

Meanwhile, Lin Feng had already returned to his courtyard.

Almost immediately, a rich, mouthwatering aroma of food drifted through the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

It was comforting, grounding him after the day’s excitement.

He followed the scent into the dining room, where a generous spread had been prepared, each dish arranged neatly and steaming, inviting him to sit and indulge.

Standing near the side of the table was Emery, the tall, striking cook in her usual black cultivator’s robes.

Her posture was relaxed but attentive, eyes sharp beneath the soft glow of the lanterns.

She looked up as Lin Feng entered and offered a polite smile.

"Welcome back, Master Lin Feng," she said, her voice calm but sincere.

Her eyes briefly flicked to Li Zhiyan, who moved silently behind Lin Feng, keeping to the shadows.

Emery gave her a subtle nod, acknowledging Li Zhiyan without speaking.

"Thank you, Emery," Lin Feng replied simply, and without further ceremony, they began eating.

The sound of chopsticks clinking against bowls and the soft hum of conversation filled the room.

An hour passed in contented silence, filled only with the occasional comment on the taste of the food.

And just like yesterday, when the meal concluded, Li Zhiyan quietly took charge of washing the dishes, moving with efficient grace, while Emery led Lin Feng into his room for their usual round of shooter games.

The familiar routine was comforting.

Surprisingly, only thirty minutes into the game, Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, stretching and cracking his neck.

"Let’s play again tomorrow, Emery. Tonight I want to retire early," he said, his tone calm but firm.

"As you wish, Master," Emery replied, but her eyes lingered on him, studying his expression carefully.

He looked the same as always, and yet she could sense nothing.

Lin Feng expertly concealed everything behind his handsome, unreadable expression.

His poker face could confuse even the most perceptive of cultivators.

People did not change so abruptly without cause, so she knew that something either wonderfully good or terribly bad must have happened to Lin Feng today.

Emery let out a quiet sigh, shook her head, and returned to mind her own business.

She bid Lin Feng goodbye and stepped out of the master bedroom.

As usual, she immediately spotted Li Zhiyan lurking in the shadows, spying on her once again.

Emery extended her spiritual sense and probed Li Zhiyan’s mind.

What she saw almost made her smile, and at the same time caused her to miss a step.

Only thirty minutes this time. I guess Young Master Lin Feng’s primordial yang qi was already drained earlier. Even his knees would weaken if he exerted himself like that for so long in a single day, Li Zhiyan thought.

Seeing this, Emery finally understood what had transpired today.

So that’s it, Emery thought quietly to herself.

But she did not expect the strange feeling that suddenly stirred in her heart, an emotion she had never anticipated feeling toward her very own master.