I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 259 A Deep Thrust into the Heart of Evil
Chapter 259: Chapter 259 A Deep Thrust into the Heart of Evil
“Hmph!”
Letting out a cold snort to mask the unease in his heart, Master Xie Yan turned around decisively.
Without another word, he began to walk away.
His steps were steady, measured, as if nothing was wrong.
Before leaving, he cast Lin Feng a disappointed glance… one last attempt to preserve his dignity, to make it seem as though he was the one in control.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
Four…
“You seem to be misunderstanding something, Master Xie Yan.”
Lin Feng’s voice rang out behind him.
It was not loud. It was not sharp.
Yet it struck like a bolt of lightning.
Master Xie Yan froze.
His body stopped mid-step, as though an invisible force had locked him in place.
Even his breathing seemed to halt for a brief moment.
“When I told you to take out the trophies from your storage ring…”
The voice drew closer.
“…I wasn’t asking.”
A split second later…
Every single hair on Master Xie Yan’s body stood on end.
A primal sense of danger exploded within him, screaming warnings into his mind.
His pupils shrank, his heart pounded violently against his chest…
He turned around.
And his vision was instantly filled.
Lin Feng was already there.
No footsteps.
No sound.
No warning.
Just… there.
A clenched fist hovered right before his face, so close he could feel the faint pressure of the air it displaced.
It covered his entire field of vision, blotting out everything else.
Too fast!
The thought erupted in his mind like a scream.
This speed… this was impossible!
There was no time to think.
No time to react.
No time to do anything at all.
Dodge? Impossible.
Block? Too late.
Counter? A joke.
This was not a fight.
This was a judgment.
A perfect, merciless sucker punch.
In that frozen instant, Master Xie Yan felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness swallow him whole.
All his confidence, all his schemes, all his pride… none of it mattered before this single fist.
His mind went blank.
And deep within, the only thing left was a furious, desperate howl…
Damn you, Lin Feng!
“Poke!”
At the last instant, the incoming punch dissolved into something far gentler into a single finger extending forward to tap Master Xie Yan’s forehead.
Soft.
Light.
Almost playful.
“What?!”
Master Xie Yan froze, utterly stunned. His mind blanked for a moment as disbelief washed over him.
This wasn’t what he had prepared for at all.
He had braced himself for a devastating blow, ready to ride the force of the punch, to be sent flying backward and seize that fleeting opportunity to escape.
He had even calculated the angle, the distance, the exact moment he would twist his body mid-air and flee with everything he had.
But this…
This absurd, harmless poke…
It shattered every expectation he had.
For a brief, foolish second… he thought he had been spared.
Then he tried to move.
Nothing happened.
The world seemed to tilt.
His body refused to respond.
Not his arms.
Not his legs.
Not even the slightest twitch of his fingers.
Panic exploded within him like a raging storm.
What… what did he do?!
Cold sweat instantly drenched his back.
“Fuck! He sealed my meridians… I can’t move!” Master Xie Yan screamed inwardly, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.
It wasn’t just a simple suppression.
Every pathway of spiritual energy within his body had been locked down with terrifying precision.
It was as if countless invisible chains had wrapped around his meridians, strangling his cultivation at its very core.
He stood there like a statue… eyes wide, breath shallow, mind trembling.
Even blinking felt like an impossible task.
Before he could process the horror any further, Lin Feng casually stepped forward.
There was no urgency in his movements. No tension. No trace of effort.
Just absolute, unquestionable control.
With a relaxed expression, he reached out and gently grasped Master Xie Yan’s hand.
Then…
He slipped the storage ring off his finger.
Effortlessly.
Master Xie Yan could only watch.
No resistance.
No struggle.
No dignity left.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest as a deep sense of dread began to creep in.
No… no, don’t…
But Lin Feng didn’t even spare him a glance.
Holding the ring between his fingers, Lin Feng’s spiritual sense flowed into it like a quiet tide.
The seals placed upon it which were meticulously crafted, bound to its owner should have rejected any intruder instantly.
And yet…
They crumbled.
Like dry leaves before a storm.
Without even pausing, Lin Feng broke through every restriction as if they never existed.
A faint glimmer flickered…
And the contents of the ring spilled out.
At first, it was just a blur of colors.
Then…
Cloth.
Delicate.
Bright.
Embarrassingly varied.
A long, tangled string of women’s underwear poured out into the open, cascading onto the ground like a bizarre, humiliating banner.
Silk.
Lace.
Different colors, different sizes…
Some elegant.
Some provocative.
All unmistakable.
They piled up in full view of everyone.
Silence fell.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
The crowd stared.
Eyes widened.
Mouths parted.
For a moment, no one dared to speak as if their minds refused to process what they were seeing.
Then…
A ripple.
A tremor of suppressed anger.
Someone choked.
Another turned away, shoulders shaking in disbelief.
Master Xie Yan’s face went deathly pale.
“Someone… tell me this isn’t real…”
“Master Xie Yan wouldn’t do this… he can’t…”
“This… this has to be a dream…”
“No… nooooo…!”
The crowd descended into chaos.
Disbelief spread like wildfire, crashing through the hearts of the onlookers.
Faces turned pale, eyes trembled, and some even staggered back as if struck by an invisible force.
A few people clutched their chests, their expressions filled with anguish.
Others shook their heads desperately, refusing to accept what lay before them.
But the evidence…
It was right there.
Unmistakable.
Undeniable.
Cruel in its clarity.
The colorful heap on the ground destroyed every illusion they once held.
“I… I can’t believe it…” one man muttered, his voice trembling. “I was fooled… fooled so easily…”
His fists tightened as bitterness filled his chest.
“Master Xie Yan… he only wore the skin of a Buddha…”
His voice rose, breaking through the noise like a blade.
“…but beneath it… he harbored the heart of a demon!”
