I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 261 Does Being This Handsome Count as a Forbidden Art? (Bonus - for weekly Webnovel Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)
Chapter 261: Chapter 261 Does Being This Handsome Count as a Forbidden Art? (Bonus Chapter for weekly NovelFire Power Stone ranking! Thank you so much for voting!)
The great halls of the clans buzzed with whispered strategy sessions.
Patriarchs and elders huddled in private chambers, their faces grim yet curious.
“He… he could be one of them,” one elder murmured, voice low and tight with excitement.
“A hidden scion of an ancient lineage… someone we cannot afford to ignore.”
“Then we must act,” another replied, eyes glinting. “Do whatever is necessary to win his favor. Offer alliances, gifts, anything. If we can secure him now, the advantage will be ours forever.”
Within hours, the plan became clear in every big clan… Lin Feng was someone to be flattered, someone to be cajoled, someone to hug tightly.
The phrase spread like a mantra…
Hug his thick thigh at all costs!
The great clans of Clear Moon City had truly decided to go all in.
What had begun as cautious interest quickly escalated into a full-blown frenzy.
“Send gifts to Lin Feng immediately!” an elder barked, rising from his seat. “Spare no expense. Spirit stones, rare herbs, cultivation manuals and whatever he desires, we provide it!”
“Yes, and investigate him thoroughly!” another added. “Find out his preferences, his habits, his temperament. Does he favor weapons? Pills? Women? We must know everything!”
The atmosphere in the grand halls grew tense, charged with urgency.
“This… this must be why the Li Clan acted first,” a middle-aged strategist said slowly, his expression darkening.
“They willingly turned one of their precious prodigies into Lin Feng’s maid. At the time, it seemed excessive… even humiliating.”
He paused, then exhaled sharply.
“But now it all makes sense. They knew. They saw his potential before anyone else.”
A ripple of realization spread through the room.
“The Li Matriarch… the Dark Sword Empress…” someone muttered under their breath, awe creeping into their voice. “Her foresight is truly terrifying.”
Silence lingered for a moment and then it shattered.
“Then we follow their example!” one elder declared decisively. “Choose one of our most talented and beautiful geniuses and send her to serve at his side. If the Li Clan can do it, so can we!”
“I disagree!” another voice cut in sharply, his tone filled with urgency. “You’re thinking too small.”
All eyes turned toward him.
“It’s obvious that Lin Feng values beauty,” he continued, pacing slowly.
“But do you really think one woman will be enough to secure his favor? The Li Clan has already taken that step. If we merely imitate them, we will always remain behind.”
He stopped, then slammed his hand onto the table.
“We must surpass them!”
The room stirred.
“Send ten of our most beautiful women!” he declared. “Each one carefully selected, each one exceptional. Let him see our sincerity!”
A brief silence followed and then someone scoffed.
“Ten? That’s far too conservative.”
Another elder leaned forward, eyes gleaming with ambition.
“If we are to act, we act decisively. Make it twenty.”
The room erupted.
“Twenty?!”
“Are you mad?!”
“Mad? No… I’m a visionary!” the elder shot back. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If we hesitate now, we will regret it for generations!”
“We cannot be outdone by the Li Clan!”
“Resources, treasures, women and whatever it takes, we must secure his favor!”
The discussions grew louder, more chaotic, more desperate.
Some argued for sending priceless heirlooms.
Others proposed offering exclusive cultivation grounds.
A few even suggested forming direct marriage alliances to bind Lin Feng permanently to their clan.
Every idea was more extravagant than the last.
Every voice carried the same underlying fear.
If they were too slow…
If they were too cautious…
Someone else would seize the opportunity.
And once Lin Feng chose his allies, the balance of power in Clear Moon City would shift forever.
The great clans were no fools. They understood this better than anyone.
This was not just about currying favor.
This was about survival.
About dominance.
About the future of their clans.
And so, they plotted.
They calculated.
They prepared to offer everything they had…
All for the chance…
To cling to Lin Feng’s rising legend before it soared beyond their reach forever.
While the great clans descended into madness, throwing out treasures and beauties as if they cost nothing, the smaller clans found themselves in a far more awkward position.
They simply did not have much to offer.
No priceless heirlooms.
No peerless prodigies.
No breathtaking beauties capable of shaking hearts at first glance.
Compared to the giants, they were painfully lacking.
And yet… they were the most desperate of all.
Among them, one small clan had reached a rather… unconventional conclusion.
“Why… are you looking at me like that, Patriarch?”
An extremely handsome young man in the Body Refining Realm stood stiffly in place, his voice uneasy.
The way the clan leader was staring at him made his scalp tingle. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t pride.
It was… calculation.
Cold, terrifying calculation.
The patriarch slowly stroked his beard, eyes narrowing as he examined the young man from head to toe.
“You are quite handsome,” he said thoughtfully. “Refined features, clear skin, elegant bearing…”
He paused.
Then, with complete seriousness…
“I wonder if Young Master Lin Feng has a preference for handsome men as well?”
The words struck like lightning.
The young man froze.
Then…
Cold sweat poured down his back like a waterfall.
What kind of question is that?!
His heart pounded wildly as a sense of impending doom rose within him.
He had thought he was being called here for praise… or perhaps an important task.
Never… never… had he imagined this!
“P-Patriarch…” he stammered, forcing out a strained smile.
“Young Master Lin Feng is always seen surrounded by beautiful women. His preferences are… quite clear, I would say. I cannot imagine him taking any particular interest in men…”
His words came out carefully, cautiously like someone walking on thin ice.
Then…
Silence.
A long, suffocating silence.
The patriarch closed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly.
The young man’s heart climbed to his throat.
Please… please give up on this idea…
