I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 24 Signal

In the end, Lin Feng had no choice but to agree.

He stayed in the Su household for nearly an hour, sharing the simple meal with Su Muyao and Wanwan.

The dishes were modest, but prepared with care, and the warmth of the small home contrasted sharply with the cold indifference he often found in the wider world.

They talked lightly, Su Muyao cautiously at first, then with more ease, as if the presence of someone genuinely kind allowed her to lower her guard.

Wanwan was uncontainably cheerful, bouncing between questions and laughter, telling stories of her days at the academy, her voice bright and her excitement shining through.

Lin Feng listened quietly, smiling softly at the girl’s enthusiasm.

He said little, but every word carried a careful weight, encouraging without being overbearing.

When it was finally time to leave, Lin Feng stood and nodded to Su Muyao.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Wanwan, keep working hard at the academy. I’ll see you tomorrow."

"We... thank you, Teacher Lin Feng," Su Muyao said, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

She had never imagined someone would show such kindness and generosity without expecting anything in return.

Her smile was warm, pure, and almost radiant, and Lin Feng noticed the quiet pride in her gaze as it rested on her daughter.

Outside, the carriage waited.

The driver, a burly man with a weathered face, frowned slightly as he looked at Lin Feng.

He had spent his life carrying passengers through the city, and over the years, he had witnessed many cultivators, nobles, and men of power... people who treated ordinary mortals like insects beneath their feet.

Cruelty was often the first impulse, and mercy was rare.

A single careless word or gesture could bring ruin to someone like him.

"Where to next, Master Lin Feng?" the driver asked, his voice polite but cautious, tinged with underlying tension.

Every fiber of him was aware that a cultivator’s power could crush him in an instant.

"Back to the academy," Lin Feng replied calmly, stepping into the carriage with the same quiet ease that had defined him throughout the day.

He did not rush, he did not gesture extravagantly, but the calm confidence in his presence alone seemed to shift the air around him.

The journey began in silence.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the cobbled streets of the city as twilight deepened into early evening.

Lanterns flickered along the roads, casting long shadows across stone walls, and the faint hum of life in the city created a soft, distant melody.

Lin Feng sat quietly, his eyes scanning the horizon occasionally, taking in the layout of the city, noting the positions of guards, the flow of people, the pulse of the mortal world... a world that seemed so small to him, yet held its own subtle rules and dangers.

The driver, meanwhile, kept his eyes firmly on the road, wary and alert.

He had never dared to look directly at Lin Feng for too long, and he kept his hands steady on the reins, despite the growing tension and curiosity in his mind.

Lin Feng might be considered "trash" by other cultivators, but in truth, against someone like him, Lin Feng could have crushed him with a single finger, or a thought.

The knowledge made the driver simultaneously anxious and awed.

When the carriage finally stopped at the academy, Lin Feng stepped down with the same calm precision.

"Thank you for the ride," he said politely.

The driver opened his mouth to ask for payment, though he did so hesitantly, unsure how such a man might react.

Before the words could leave his lips, Lin Feng’s voice stopped him.

"I left my payment inside," Lin Feng said quietly, nodding toward the carriage seat where he had been sitting.

"But beware of prying eyes that might see it. Good night, good sir."

The driver leaned forward, peering inside. His eyes widened in disbelief.

There, where Lin Feng had been sitting, lay a neat stack of gold coins, enough to make the man’s jaw tighten in shock.

He quickly glanced left and right, checking that no one had seen.

The streets were quiet, the lanterns flickering in the wind, but even in the half-darkness, the coins gleamed like little suns.

Heart pounding, the driver climbed back onto the carriage with newfound urgency.

Every step of the way home, his mind raced... not with greed, but with awe.

He had seen men of power, cultivators capable of destruction, but he had never encountered someone who wielded such authority so calmly, who could choose to act with generosity rather than cruelty.

Lin Feng’s quiet confidence, combined with the simple, almost casual display of wealth and power, left an impression the driver knew he would never forget.

Even the streets themselves seemed different now, ordinary and unremarkable, yet carrying a faint sense of the extraordinary... a reminder that true power did not always shout or demand attention.

Sometimes, it simply existed, and the world could only take notice.

By the time he reached his home, the driver’s hands were still trembling slightly.

He had delivered many passengers in his life, but none like Lin Feng.

He would tell no one of what he had seen tonight. Some things were best kept in silence.

Some men, he thought, were not meant to be measured by the ordinary rules of the world.

And Lin Feng, stepping away into the academy gates, left behind a silence that seemed heavier than the city itself, a quiet proof that even "trash" could be something far greater than the world imagined.

Still, the carriage driver was far from foolish.

He knew better than to speak of what he had seen to anyone.

Such a treasure... both the gold and the presence of a man like Lin Feng was not something to be shared casually.

To speak of it would be reckless, potentially dangerous.

He would keep this knowledge to himself, buried deep within his mind, like a secret locked behind an iron gate.