I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 31 Autumn

"Wanwan is late, Teacher Lin Feng. Wanwan is sorry," Su Wanwan said in a small, trembling voice as she finally arrived.

Her chest rose and fell quickly from running, and fine beads of sweat clung to her forehead and the tip of her nose.

Though she looked tired, there was a noticeable difference from yesterday... her face had more color, and her body no longer seemed frail or starved.

She had eaten a full meal that morning, something she was still not used to, and had left early for the academy with great determination.

But no matter how early she left, her short legs simply couldn’t move fast enough.

In the end, she was still late.

Su Wanwan lowered her head, her fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her clothes.

She slowly lifted her eyes to look at Lin Feng, her gaze filled with anxiety and fear, as if she were about to cry at any moment.

In her past, being late often meant punishment, scolding, or worse.

"You’re not late, Wanwan," Lin Feng said gently, his voice calm and warm like a spring breeze.

He gave her a reassuring smile that instantly eased her tension.

"You arrived at just the right time. Go ahead and sit down. We’ll begin our lesson shortly."

Su Wanwan froze for a second, as if she hadn’t heard correctly.

"I... I’m not late?" she asked softly.

"No, you’re not," Lin Feng replied, nodding.

"Thank you, Teacher!" Su Wanwan’s face immediately brightened, her eyes sparkling as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart.

Her lips curved into a wide, genuine smile... one that hadn’t appeared on her face very often before.

With light steps, she hurried over to the chairs, her small figure filled with relief and happiness.

As she approached, she suddenly noticed that someone was already sitting there.

It was a beautiful young woman with elegant features and a calm, gentle aura.

Su Wanwan stopped a short distance away, her hands clasped together nervously.

After hesitating for a moment, she gathered her courage and spoke.

"Are you Wanwan’s classmate?" she asked shyly, her voice soft and polite, as if afraid of disturbing her.

"Yes, I am," the woman replied with a warm smile. "My name is Wang Yuyan."

As Wang Yuyan spoke, her eyes naturally fell on the little girl before her.

She quietly observed Su Wanwan from head to toe.

The child looked small and thin, her clothes simple and slightly worn, her expression timid yet sincere.

Wang Yuyan tried to sense something unusual about her... some hidden talent, special background, or striking feature but at first glance, she couldn’t find anything extraordinary.

Su Wanwan seemed like an ordinary, fragile child.

"Wanwan’s name is Su Wanwan," the little girl said carefully, standing up straight as if making a formal introduction. "Wanwan is happy to know you, big sister."

Her voice was filled with sincerity, and her eyes shone with pure joy.

She truly was happy.

To Su Wanwan, Wang Yuyan looked grown-up, gentle, and kind... nothing like the children she had met before, who mocked her, pushed her around, or treated her as invisible.

Wang Yuyan felt safe. She felt warm.

Su Wanwan had a quiet feeling in her heart that this big sister would never bully her.

And for the first time in a long while, Su Wanwan felt that maybe, just maybe, this academy could become a place where she belonged.

Lin Feng was genuinely happy to see his students getting along so well.

The classroom felt calm, focused, and harmonious, filled with an atmosphere of sincere effort and mutual respect.

For a teacher like him, there was nothing more rewarding than watching his disciples cultivate not only their strength, but also their relationships with one another.

Moments like this reminded him why he had chosen this path in the first place.

After observing them quietly for three steady breaths, he finally stepped forward and began what he had come here to do.

He first turned his attention to Wang Yuyan, guiding her through the intricate and mysterious principles of the Chaos Mantra.

His voice was calm and steady as he explained the subtle circulation of energy, the precise rhythm of breathing, and the delicate balance between chaos and order that the mantra demanded.

Wang Yuyan listened intently, her posture straight and her expression serious, committing every word to memory as she followed his instructions step by step.

At the same time, Lin Feng did not neglect Su Wanwan.

He directed her along her own unique path toward the Grand Dao, one that differed greatly from ordinary cultivation methods.

Her journey required patience, creativity, and an open heart, and Lin Feng adjusted his teaching accordingly.

He offered gentle encouragement, corrected her mistakes with care, and made sure she never felt overwhelmed by the complexity of her task.

Time passed quietly within the classroom, marked only by the soft sound of breathing, the faint hum of spiritual energy, and the occasional scratch of brushes or movement of robes.

To an outsider, the room might have appeared ordinary, but someone keen and perceptive enough could have noticed the depth of cultivation and learning taking place within those walls.

An hour later, a sudden knock echoed sharply against the door.

The sound cut through the calm like a blade, halting everyone’s focused work and training at once.

Spiritual energy settled, brushes paused mid-air, and all eyes turned toward the entrance.

The door slowly opened, and the newcomer stepped inside.

Everyone stared, surprise flashing across their faces. Even Lin Feng was momentarily stunned.

He had not been expecting anyone else aside from the earlier latecomer, Su Wanwan, no one had informed him of another visit.

For a brief moment, the room fell completely silent.

Everyone had their own thoughts about the newcomer.

"This day just keeps getting better and better," Lin Feng thought inwardly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his gaze swept over the striking features of his unexpected visitor.