I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 181 Two Birds, One Very Lucky Stone (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

Chapter 181: Chapter 181 Two Birds, One Very Lucky Stone (Bonus Chapter for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)

Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan found herself quietly confused.

"They didn’t do it today?" she wondered inwardly, her thoughts tinged with curiosity.

She stole a careful glance at Lin Feng, who was leading the way with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

His expression was as calm as ever. His posture was that of a hidden master.

There was no trace of dissatisfaction, no subtle tension in his brows, no lingering impatience in his steps.

If he felt any disappointment, he hid it perfectly.

Seeing that, Li Zhiyan slowly convinced herself that everything must be fine.

After all, she knew that another woman was waiting for him back at his home.

That realization made her cheeks warm faintly.

"I wonder what that feels like..." she found herself thinking before she could stop it.

Her heart skipped slightly at the direction of her own thoughts.

Spending so much time beside Lin Feng, witnessing the subtle changes in the women around him, and knowing how effortlessly he commanded affection and intimacy... it had quietly influenced her.

She had always considered herself disciplined and pure in mind.

Yet lately, stray thoughts would surface uninvited. Questions about closeness. About warmth.

About sensations she had never personally experienced.

Her blush deepened.

"It must be because I’m around him too much," she reasoned silently, trying to calm herself.

"His presence alone is... overwhelming."

She quickly straightened her posture, attempting to suppress the wandering curiosity before it grew any further.

But just as she was regaining her composure, something unusual caught her eye.

Her steps slowed.

High above the skyline of Clear Moon City, the sky itself seemed to ripple.

"That’s..."

Her eyes widened slightly as she focused upward.

Within a few breaths, more people began noticing it as well.

Merchants in the streets paused mid-transaction. Children stopped playing.

Even cultivators who had been meditating opened their eyes and stepped outside.

One by one, heads tilted toward the heavens.

The nice afternoon sky was no longer calm.

A strange light shimmered faintly among the clouds, like a distortion in space itself.

The air grew subtly heavier, charged with an indescribable pressure that sent both excitement and unease through the crowd below.

Whispers spread rapidly through the streets.

"What is that?!"

"It’s a flying boat!"

"And look at the flag. That’s the Nine Peaks Sword Sect! What are they doing here?"

"Is it already time for sect enrollment?"

"That’s impossible. The year hasn’t even ended yet."

The crowd erupted into restless chatter as people pointed toward the sky.

The massive vessel drifted above them with imposing grandeur, its banner fluttering proudly in the wind.

The emblem of nine swords was unmistakable, and its appearance alone was enough to send waves of excitement and unease through the city.

Speculation spread quickly.

Everyone wanted answers.

And all eyes remained fixed on the flying boat, waiting to see what would unfold next.

The flying boat did not pause midair or hover aimlessly above the city.

Instead, it continued advancing in a steady, deliberate direction, cutting through the clouds as though guided by a clear and unwavering purpose.

Its massive shadow swept across rooftops and streets below, causing countless heads to tilt upward.

The spiritual pressure radiating from the vessel was unmistakable, dense and authoritative.

Even from a distance, cultivators could feel the disciplined aura of a powerful sect surrounding it.

Curiosity quickly turned into commotion.

People poured out from shops, courtyards, and training grounds.

Word spread rapidly through the streets, and soon an entire crowd was trailing beneath the flying boat’s projected path, trying to determine its destination.

"It’s not stopping."

"It’s heading somewhere specific." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Look at its direction..."

Within a few moments, realization dawned.

"They’re landing in the Wang Clan!"

The exclamation sent another wave of whispers through the crowd.

"Inside the Wang Clan’s territory? Are you certain?"

"There’s no mistake. That’s their domain."

Speculation immediately followed.

"Could this be about the Wang Clan’s attack on the Chen Clan a few days ago?"

"That seems likely. Why else would such a force appear so suddenly?"

"The timing is too precise to be a coincidence."

The flying boat began its gradual descent, its formation unwavering, as though announcing its arrival rather than requesting permission.

The sheer confidence of the maneuver only deepened the tension in the air.

Figures hidden throughout the city stirred into action.

Spies from smaller clans and independent factions quietly mobilized.

Some concealed themselves atop tall pavilions.

Others hid within the shadows of nearby structures, using secret techniques to extend their senses as far as they dared.

Yet none of them crossed the boundary into Wang Clan territory.

They kept their distance.

The Wang Clan itself was a formidable local power as of late, one capable of crushing lesser families without hesitation.

The Nine Peaks Sword Sect was an even greater authority.

It was one of the strongest sects in this region.

Offending either side could bring catastrophic consequences.

No one wished to invite annihilation upon their own clan simply for the sake of curiosity.

So they watched.

The atmosphere grew heavy as the enormous vessel descended fully into the Wang Clan grounds.

The city’s usual bustle quieted, replaced by a tense anticipation.

A full minute later, two extraordinary beauties descended gracefully from the flying boat.

They wore striking red cultivator robes that accentuated their elegant figures without compromising their dignified bearing.

The fabric flowed smoothly with every step, and embroidered upon their chests was the unmistakable insignia of nine swords, marking their affiliation with the Nine Peaks Sword Sect.

The moment their feet touched the ground, a faint ripple of spiritual energy spread outward.

Their presence alone carried both authority and refinement.

The two women walked forward in perfect composure, their expressions calm yet sharp, as if measuring everything before them.

A breath later, an elderly man from the Wang Clan hurried forward to receive them. He clasped his fists respectfully and bowed slightly.

"This old one greets the honored envoys of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect," he said in a steady voice, though a hint of tension lingered beneath his courtesy.