I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 168 The Saintess is Looking for Her Lost Virtue

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 The Saintess is Looking for Her Lost Virtue

The humiliation was not merely personal. It was public. Political. Calculated.

The Li Clan had not simply broken the engagement.

They had chosen someone else.

They had declared, without words, that Ye Chen was no longer worthy.

His hands trembled slightly before curling into fists.

"The Li Clan."

Each syllable was laced with restrained fury.

"I will not forget this offense."

His voice was no longer calm.

It was cold.

He stood amidst the wreckage of his chamber, fragments of porcelain crunching beneath his boots.

Slowly, his breathing steadied.

The rage did not disappear.

It condensed.

It hardened.

Like molten iron cooling into steel.

He closed his eyes.

When they opened again, the fury had been buried deep beneath layers of control.

***

While many were quietly sharpening their knives in the shadows and nurturing thoughts of revenge against Lin Feng, he himself remained blissfully unaware of the storm gathering beyond his sight.

Or perhaps he simply chose not to concern himself with it.

Either way, he lived his life one day at a time, unhurried and unbothered.

He woke early that morning, sunlight filtering gently through the thin curtains of his courtyard residence.

For a brief moment, he lay still, staring at the ceiling with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

The events of yesterday lingered in his mind like a pleasant aftertaste.

He stretched lazily before rising from bed.

It was Friday, and he was certain his students would be especially excited for the day’s lessons before the week’s break.

As for himself, his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

He could not help but anticipate seeing Su Muyao later that evening, and the mere thought of spending private time with her made his heart beat a little faster.

The memory of her alluring figure lingered in his mind, filling him with quiet satisfaction.

His thoughts wandered to the intimate moments and myriad exciting positions they might share later, and the anticipation alone was enough to lift his mood.

"I can’t wait already," he muttered under his breath, a trace of boyish excitement slipping into his voice before he straightened himself and proceeded with the day’s routine.

After taking a refreshing bath, he changed into a clean set of his azure teaching robes.

The fabric rested comfortably against his well-built frame.

When he stepped into the dining area, breakfast was already prepared.

The aroma of warm porridge, fresh buns, and carefully prepared side dishes filled the air.

Two lovely women accompanied him at the table. Lin Feng ate heartily, his mood relaxed and satisfied.

Once finished, he wiped his hands, rose from his seat, and began his walk toward the academy.

There was a subtle difference in his steps that morning.

It was not exaggerated, not flamboyant, but lighter. Confident.

If one looked closely, they might notice the faint spring in his stride.

Yet outwardly, nothing about him had changed.

His hands were still clasped neatly behind his back. His posture remained straight.

His pace was steady and unhurried. His expression was calm, composed, and faintly aloof.

He walked as though the world offered neither urgency nor threat.

He felt strong. Healthy. Energized.

Now that he had officially welcomed the first woman into his harem, something within him felt complete in a way it had not before.

The future seemed brighter, fuller of promise.

His ambitions no longer felt distant fantasies but tangible goals waiting to be claimed.

As he entered the academy grounds, voices immediately rose around him.

"Good morning, Mentor Lin Feng!"

"Mentor Lin Feng, good morning!"

"Teacher Lin Feng, will you accept more students this term?"

"I want to transfer to your class too, Mentor Lin Feng!"

Students approached from both sides, some bowing respectfully, others speaking with youthful excitement.

A few young female students giggled shyly as they passed.

Several male students straightened their posture unconsciously, as though hoping to emulate his presence.

Lin Feng responded to each greeting with patient courtesy.

He nodded, smiled faintly, and even paused to exchange a few brief words with those who seemed particularly eager.

He did not rush. He did not brush anyone aside.

His manner was steady and approachable, yet still dignified.

His reputation had grown quietly over these last two weeks.

From a distance, several academy instructors observed him.

"Teacher Lin Feng’s temperament is truly admirable," one commented with a thoughtful nod. "He remains composed no matter the situation. That kind of mental stability is rare."

Another teacher snorted softly.

"You say that, yet your eyes are not on him at all. They are clearly fixed on Miss Li Zhiyan instead."

A few nearby instructors chuckled.

"Anyone who has such a beauty following him around would appear admirable wherever he goes," the second teacher added.

"Tsk. If I had someone like that accompanying me, perhaps I too would walk with such confidence."

Li Zhiyan walked a few steps behind Lin Feng, silent and poised.

Her presence was subtle but undeniable. She did not speak unnecessarily.

She did not draw attention to herself. Yet attention found her anyway.

Teachers and school workers stole glances.

Whispers passed from group to group.

Some admired her beauty openly. Others speculated about her relationship with Lin Feng.

A few felt envy.

Through it all, Lin Feng continued forward without breaking stride.

In truth, he noticed everything. The whispers. The admiration. The jealousy.

The subtle hostility hidden in certain gazes.

He simply chose not to dwell on it.

None of it mattered.

He entered his huge classroom with the same calm expression he always wore.

While others plotted in the dark, Lin Feng stood in the light, unconcerned, confident that whatever storm was coming would arrive in its own time.

With his hands clasped behind his back and no fear in his eyes.

Lin Feng arrived at his massive classroom stadium and was slightly surprised to see that someone other than his students was waiting for him.

It was a woman, and he was not surprised at all.

And a very beautiful one at that.

It always seemed to be these exceptionally beautiful women who appeared out of nowhere to disturb a man’s life and his peace of mind.