I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 275 The Sword Saint’s Rod is Long, Hard, and Unyielding!
Chapter 275: Chapter 275 The Sword Saint’s Rod is Long, Hard, and Unyielding!
“…This is bad.”
Unlike the others, the Ye Patriarch could see deeper into the situation.
His heart trembled.
If handled poorly, this love triangle could easily turn into a catastrophe that would drag the entire Ye Clan into ruin.
“Our clan’s luck… is truly terrible this time,” the old man muttered inwardly, his gaze flickering with worry.
The Patriarch looked at Ye Jian and shook his head inwardly.
Beauty was both a blessing and a calamity.
Lin Feng was utterly unfathomable, while Fang Yuan was a peerless prodigy backed by the formidable Grand Purity Temple.
Between the two, there was no truly safe choice.
Still, as Patriarch, he could not afford to remain passive.
If he did not act now, it might soon be too late.
“I was not aware of your arrival, Young Master Lin Feng,” the Ye Patriarch said, stepping forward with a respectful tone.
“Please forgive my clan for failing to provide you with a proper reception. Allow me to arrange a few attendants to accompany you and I hope you will excuse this humble gathering of ours.”
“You’re too polite, Patriarch Ye,” Lin Feng replied calmly. “There’s no need for attendants or any special arrangements. I only came here to eat, nothing more.”
With that, he casually began selecting dishes from the table, as though the tension around him did not exist.
At his side, Ye Jian immediately followed, personally serving him with utmost attentiveness, her every movement graceful and eager to please.
Not far behind, Ning Xi, Li Zhiyan, and Tang Aining also stepped forward, each one naturally joining in as if this were the most ordinary scene in the world.
The Patriarch watched silently.
What he saw made his expression grow even more complicated, yet no words came out.
In the end, he simply stood there, observing everything unfold.
Sometimes, the wisest choice… was to say nothing at all.
“I can only hope my clan weathers this storm with the least damage possible…” the Ye Patriarch prayed silently, his heart heavy with unease.
A moment later, the atmosphere in the hall turned noticeably tense.
“Your friend here seems like the type to wander from place to place just for a free meal, Jian’er,” Fang Yuan said, his voice laced with undisguised mockery.
“I don’t think it’s wise for you to associate with someone like that. Who knows what else he might do to take advantage of your relationship?”
Lin Feng didn’t even pause his movements as he picked up a dish, his expression calm but his reply came sharp and immediate.
“Yes, that’s me,” he said casually. “But aren’t you the one who keeps forcing yourself on Teacher Ye Jian?”
He finally glanced at Fang Yuan, his gaze cold.
“I’d rather be someone who eats at another’s expense than a pitiful man begging for scraps of affection and clinging to a woman who clearly has no interest in him. Normally, I might feel sorry for someone like you…”
His tone turned colder, each word landing with precision.
“But considering you’ve made a habit of using women however you please, I find nothing in you worth pity… only disgust.”
“He knows…!”
Fang Yuan’s pupils shrank violently, his mind thrown into chaos.
A cold chill ran down his spine, yet at the same time, a blazing fury erupted from deep within his chest.
The secret he had guarded more carefully than his own life… had just been exposed so casually.
It should be known that Fang Yuan had secretly taken countless Dao companions within the Grand Purity Sect.
They were the very reason his cultivation had skyrocketed at such an unnatural pace.
Every step he took, every breakthrough he achieved, had been built upon their hidden efforts in long dual cultivation sessions.
“This man must die!” Fang Yuan’s thoughts roared like thunder, filled with rage and disbelief.
A terrifying spiritual pressure burst out from his body without restraint, rolling through the hall like a violent storm.
The tables trembled, cups rattled, and even the surrounding cultivators felt their hearts tighten under the sudden weight.
Impossible…!
No one else should have known. Not a single soul.
Every woman, every scheme, every step he had taken… it had all been done in absolute secrecy.
Even the heavens themselves should not have noticed.
Yet Lin Feng… spoke as if he had seen everything.
In that instant, Fang Yuan’s expression twisted.
Then he must die.
There was no hesitation left.
“Fang Yuan, don’t do it! We know nothing about him!” the old master’s voice exploded urgently from within the ring, laced with rare panic.
But Fang Yuan could no longer listen.
“You dare spout such nonsense in front of me?!” he roared, his killing intent surging to its peak. “You’re courting death!”
Ding!
The clear, chilling sound of a sword leaving its sheath echoed through the hall.
A dazzling blade appeared in Fang Yuan’s hand, its edge gleaming with a deadly light as spiritual energy coiled around it like a raging dragon.
Without holding back in the slightest, he stepped forward and unleashed a merciless strike toward Lin Feng.
The air split apart.
A sharp, suffocating pressure descended upon everyone present, forcing weaker cultivators to stagger back in alarm.
This strike was meant to kill.
Yet…
Lin Feng didn’t move.
He didn’t dodge.
He didn’t even bother to look particularly concerned.
He simply stood there, one hand holding a pair of chopsticks, the other casually selecting food from the table as if the incoming attack was nothing more than a passing breeze.
Then…
Fang Yuan’s body suddenly stiffened.
His sword stopped mid-swing.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hhk—!”
A strangled gasp escaped his throat as his breathing was abruptly cut off.
It felt as though an invisible hand had reached into his chest and crushed his lungs, leaving him unable to draw even the slightest breath.
The terrifying momentum behind his attack vanished in an instant.
“How…?!” he forced out, his voice trembling with shock and fear.
He couldn’t understand.
He couldn’t see anything.
