I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 67 Tournament

Ning Xi followed Lin Feng’s gaze and quickly spotted the source of his attention... an extremely fat man, roughly five foot eight, standing strangely still in the middle of a bustling street.

People flowed around him like water around a rock, yet he remained unmoving, as though he had been frozen in place by some unseen force.

His eyes were unfocused, staring into nothingness, and his breathing was heavy and uneven.

Every few seconds, he let out a long, weary sigh, then inhaled deeply again, as if struggling to steady himself.

His chubby face was scrunched up with a mixture of sadness and helplessness, his watery eyes glistening as though tears might spill at any moment.

He looked like someone who had just lost something precious or someone who had reached the edge of despair and didn’t know how to step back.

Ning Xi instinctively glanced back at Lin Feng, expecting to find him still observing the man.

Instead, she was caught completely off guard when she realized Lin Feng was looking directly at her.

Their eyes met.

A sudden wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, and her heart skipped slightly.

She quickly looked away, unsure of how to respond or what expression to wear.

For a brief moment, she felt awkward and exposed, as though her thoughts had been laid bare.

Yet when she dared to glance at him again, Lin Feng’s face remained calm and unreadable.

There was no trace of admiration, no hint of infatuation, not even the slightest flicker of interest in her natural beauty.

His gaze was steady, composed, and utterly indifferent, as if she were simply another passerby.

"Teacher Ning Xi," Lin Feng said evenly, breaking the silence, "I know why you’re following me."

She stiffened slightly, her heart tightening.

"You think the Li clan will come after me," he continued, his tone neither accusing nor grateful, merely stating a fact.

"So you’re here to guarantee my safety. I understand your intentions, and I thank you for that."

He paused, then added gently, "You’re naturally a good person. A kind soul. That much is obvious."

Ning Xi opened her mouth as if to respond, but no words came out.

"But you really don’t need to worry about me," Lin Feng went on, his voice steady and confident. "I’m a big, strong man. I can take care of myself. I’ve handled worse than this before. Trust me."

His eyes held hers briefly, calm yet firm, making it clear that this was not a request... it was a boundary.

"Have a good Saturday morning, Teacher Ning Xi," he said politely. "Please don’t follow me around anymore."

Before she could react, Lin Feng had already turned away.

His robes fluttered lightly as he walked off without hesitation, his steps unhurried yet purposeful, heading straight toward the direction of the fat man standing in the crowd.

A moment later, Lin Feng caught that same intoxicating, fresh fragrance drifting from Ning Xi’s body, light yet lingering, like a spring breeze brushing past him.

"Being hardheaded must be one of this woman’s weaknesses," Lin Feng mused inwardly.

He gave a small shake of his head, forcing himself to push the distraction aside, and refocused his attention on the fat man standing alone in the middle of the bustling city streets.

The streets were lively and loud, filled with merchants shouting, cultivators passing by, and mortals hurrying along their daily routines.

Yet amid all this motion, the fat man stood still, like a lonely island surrounded by a flowing sea.

Lin Feng stepped closer and came to stand beside him, while Ning Xi followed just behind, her expression hesitant and conflicted.

They stood there for several long breaths, but the fat man didn’t even notice them.

His gaze remained unfocused, fixed on nothing, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had settled upon them.

Lin Feng’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. He recognized that look all too well.

He had worn the same expression countless times back on Earth... after rejection, after loneliness, after realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he was always overlooked.

Seeing it now on another face made something stir quietly in his chest.

In that moment, Lin Feng felt as though he had found a kindred spirit.

"Hey," Lin Feng said softly, his voice gentle and careful, as though afraid a louder tone might shatter the fragile state of mind before him. "Are you okay?"

The fat man slowly turned toward him.

His eyes were red and glossy, his lower lip trembling slightly, as if he were struggling to hold himself together.

"I... I just want someone to love me back," the man said, his voice hoarse and weak. "Why can’t I find a dao companion? Is it really that hard for someone like me? For someone... to like me in return?"

Lin Feng studied him for a moment, then replied gently, "Perhaps... you just haven’t tried hard enough yet."

"I did!" the fat man cried, his voice cracking.

He sniffed hard and wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve.

"I asked a thousand girls to be with me. Not one of them even agreed to go on a single date with me. Every single one rejected me."

Lin Feng’s heart skipped.

A thousand.

He felt genuine shock ripple through him.

In his previous life, he had asked out a hundred girls and been rejected every time and that alone had crushed his confidence and self-esteem for years.

He still remembered the bitterness, the shame, the feeling of being invisible.

Compared to that, this man’s suffering was on an entirely different level.

Lin Feng looked at him with new understanding, a rare softness entering his eyes.

"Then they simply haven’t seen your true worth yet," Lin Feng said after a brief pause, his voice steady and sincere.

He knew how painful it was to love deeply, to have so much love to give, and yet have no one willing to reciprocate his feelings.

"People are often blind to what truly matters. They judge too quickly and too shallowly."

The fat man sniffed again, but this time his breathing steadied slightly.