I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 47 Harmony

Lin Feng let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head.

Why does fate always toy with me like this?

Tsk, tsk... he murmured inwardly. I never imagined that creating a harem of my own would prove to be this difficult!

He watched Qiao Mei prepare herself, noting the confidence in her posture, the quiet determination burning in her eyes, and the faint yet unmistakable aura of strength that radiated from her.

She was already an exceptional cultivator, but that didn’t mean she was any easier to teach than his other students.

Lin Feng clapped his hands once, and said firmly, "Let’s begin."

He focused his gaze toward Qiao Mei, and in the very next second, her entire character status unfolded before his eyes as if carved into the fabric of reality itself.

Ding!

A clear, crisp sound echoed in his mind, signaling the activation of his ability.

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Name: Qiao Mei

Cultivation Base: Third Stage of the Immortal Ascension Realm

Strengths: Mystic Yin Physique

Weaknesses: She currently practices the Eight Desolations Fire Dragon Technique to conceal her Mystic Yin Physique, keeping it hidden from others. This forced imbalance between yin and yang severely slows her cultivation progress and, if continued recklessly, could eventually lead to total qi deviation or even self-destruction.

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Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he read through the information.

He could immediately see the root of her problem.

The Mystic Yin Physique was a heaven-blessed constitution, one sought after by countless sects and powers.

Yet instead of nurturing it, Qiao Mei had been suppressing it with a domineering fire-based technique... an act no different from swimming against a raging current.

Lin Feng, of course, did not judge her. How could he, when he understood the weight of her past so clearly?

In her earlier years, someone had seduced her and attempted to take her "first time"... an act that would have allowed that man to absorb her essence.

Such an exchange could result in a massive realm breakthrough or the clearing of a long-standing cultivation bottleneck.

To many cultivators, Qiao Mei was not merely a talented woman... she was a living treasure that only one lucky man could tap into and gain immense power.

Her Mystic Yin Physique made her a natural energy furnace, a rare existence capable of refining and nourishing others through intimate contact.

Because of this, countless men would covet her, not for who she was, but for what she represented... power, progress, and advantage.

Lin Feng’s gaze softened with understanding rather than condemnation.

"So that’s why..." he murmured inwardly, a faint nod accompanying his thoughts.

"This must be the reason I feel so drawn to Qiao Mei whenever I see her. This is the reason I can’t look at Qiao Mei without getting painfully hard. Why my mind floods with images of spreading her thighs every time she’s near me... why I keep having these unbearable impulses."

It wasn’t mere attraction.

It was instinct... an unconscious resonance with her unique constitution, a pull rooted in cultivation itself rather than emotion alone.

Realizing this, Lin Feng felt neither guilt nor indulgence, only clarity.

And with that clarity came resolve.

Whatever path Qiao Mei had walked before, she was his student now... and under his guidance, no one would ever be allowed to exploit her again.

"You’ve had a hard life, Mei," Lin Feng said softly, his voice steady yet filled with weight.

"But that is true for all of us. No one in this world is perfect... cultivator or mortal alike. Every path is paved with blood, tears, and regret."

He paused, letting his words sink in.

"Tell me," he continued, his gaze locking onto hers, "why did you start cultivating in the first place?"

Qiao Mei froze.

Her eyes slowly lost focus as her thoughts drifted backward through the long years of her life... through glory and disgrace, triumph and despair, warmth and betrayal.

Memories surged up like waves crashing against her heart. It did not take her long to find the answer, though it was one she had long tried to bury.

"It was... expected of me, Teacher Lin Feng," she finally said in a faint voice. "I was good at it."

Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke. She hated revisiting the past.

There were too many memories she wished she could erase, too many moments she wished she could undo.

Lin Feng studied her silently for a moment before speaking again.

"And yet here you are," he said firmly, "a coward who has strayed from your original purpose and intention."

Qiao Mei’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened.

"I only w—" She wanted to explain. She wanted to justify herself.

She didn’t want to invite calamity upon her clan again like what had happened in the past.

That was why she no longer cultivated her special physique.

That was why she hid, suppressed, and restrained herself.

But Lin Feng raised a hand, stopping her before she could finish.

"I know," he said calmly. "You fear the danger that comes with your talent. You fear becoming a target. You fear losing the people you care about. And you fear repeating the tragedy of the past."

His eyes softened slightly.

"But fear is not wisdom, Qiao Mei. Fear is only a chain."

He took a step closer.

"Do not fear. You only need to become stronger than anyone else. When you are strong enough, no one can take what you do not wish to give. No one can harm what you choose to protect."

His voice grew firmer.

"A honeybee sacrifices itself to fulfill its purpose. It knows it will die, yet it still stings to protect its hive. Tell me... can you truly say you have lived as a cultivator who defies the will of the heavens if you choose to hide and suppress your full potential?"

He paused, his words heavy.

"If you refuse to walk your path... then isn’t a honeybee braver than you, the Purple Flame Empress?"

Silence filled the room.

Qiao Mei’s heart trembled violently.

His words struck her like thunder, shaking something deep within her soul... something she had locked away long ago.

Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Bang!

A fierce, icy force suddenly erupted from her body.