I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 278 A Deep Insertion into the Plot Hole

Chapter 278: Chapter 278 A Deep Insertion into the Plot Hole

Lin Feng said nothing, allowing her to sort through her thoughts.

Soon, they arrived at a finely prepared carriage waiting outside.

The servants bowed respectfully as they stepped aside.

They all boarded and the carriage began to move, its wheels rolling steadily along the stone path as they departed from the Ye Clan.

Inside, the space grew quiet.

Yet outside…

The Ye Clan elders had already gathered, their faces tense and filled with worry.

The earlier events had shaken them far more than they were willing to admit.

After exchanging uneasy glances, one of them finally spoke, unable to hold back any longer.

“What are we going to tell the Grand Purity Temple, Patriarch?”

The moment the words fell, the surroundings turned deathly silent.

All eyes shifted toward the Ye Patriarch.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, his expression unusually grim.

The confidence and authority he once exuded now seemed weighed down by an invisible burden.

Time passed.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Yet he still said nothing.

Because, in truth… he had no answer.

How was he supposed to explain this?

Fang Yuan was no ordinary disciple.

He was a favored talent of the Grand Purity Temple, someone with status and backing.

His disappearance was not something that could be brushed aside with a few simple words.

Say he died?

Impossible.

There was no body.

The Ye Patriarch’s brows furrowed deeply.

“He…” the Ye Patriarch finally opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat.

For a long moment, he simply stood there in silence before letting out a slow, heavy sigh.

“How… how do you explain a man simply vanishing into the floor right here in our own hall?”

His voice was low, filled with helplessness.

The elders fell silent once more, their expressions turning even more complicated.

Somewhere deep down, they all understood…

No matter what they said, the Grand Purity Temple would not be easily appeased.

***

Lin Feng returned home early that day, choosing not to visit Su Muyao just yet, giving her plenty of time to adjust to her newfound strength.

With the afternoon still stretching before them, they settled in for another round of poker and chess.

Tang Aining, new to the games, was quickly overwhelmed… chess, in particular, left her in awe.

“This game… is so complicated. The sheer number of possible positions and strategies… mastering it seems impossible!” she thought, her brow furrowed as she carefully considered each move.

Despite her struggles, she had managed to win all her previous matches against others.

But the moment she faced Lin Feng, victory eluded her every time.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not overcome him.

She glanced at him, curiosity and wonder mingling in her gaze.

How had he defeated Fang Yuan earlier? Even someone in the Nascent Soul Realm like herself could not understand how he did it.

Her gaze lingered on Lin Feng longer than it should have.

“It’s your move, Aining. Don’t stare at me too much and focus more on the game,” Lin Feng said coolly, his tone calm but carrying an amused hint.

“I understand, Master Lin Feng,” Tang Aining replied obediently, redirecting her attention to the board.

The game continued, each move carefully considered, yet in the end, Lin Feng emerged victorious once again.

Her defeat was absolute, leaving her both frustrated and strangely fascinated by the man who seemed to hold so many secrets.

Lin Feng, meanwhile, kept himself busy, juggling multiple tasks even while playing a mentally draining game of chess.

He extended his divine sense and examined the life story of the old man he had captured.

What he discovered confirmed his suspicions… this was no ordinary old fogey.

He was a truly evil, ancient being, a mighty powerhouse from a realm higher than this cultivation world.

Once a Divine Tribulation Realm master at the height of his power, the old man had already lived for over six million years which was far beyond the typical five-million-year lifespan of his realm thanks to longevity pills.

During that unimaginable stretch of time, he had committed countless atrocities, including the twisted teachings he imparted to his disciple, Fang Yuan.

This was an evil elder worthy of being punished six million times over.

But death, Lin Feng thought, was far too simple for someone like this old monster.

Such an easy way out would be meaningless. He had something far brighter in mind.

Since you wish to live forever and are so difficult to kill, let me grant your wish… and perhaps, in the end, you’ll even thank me for it, Lin Feng mused silently.

The ring on his finger… the very one he had taken from Fang Yuan… suddenly dissolved, falling to the floor.

Within a single breath, it transformed into something entirely new.

“May you enjoy a fun, good, and happy life from now on, old man,” Lin Feng added quietly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Three breaths later, the old man trapped in the ring finally stirred, his consciousness flickering back to life after what felt like an eternity of darkness.

“Hmmmm…” he groaned, straining to open his eyes.

The moment they cracked open, he was met with a sight so shocking it nearly made him collapse.

Towering figures loomed over him, their faces strangely familiar, their presence suffocating.

For a moment, he was dazed, trying to comprehend where he was, why everything around him seemed too big.

Then it hit him.

A single, piercing voice screamed.

“Cockroach!”

“Cockroach!”

“Cockroach!”

Panic surged through him. One of the women leapt forward, her movements swift and precise.

She brandished her sword with deadly intent, swinging it directly at him.

“Ahhhhhhh!” The old man’s shriek echoed through the tiny confines of his new body.

He could feel every strike, every impact as if his very essence was being torn apart.

Pain coursed through him in waves unlike anything he had ever known, yet somehow, he remained alive, helplessly trapped in this fragile cockroach shell.

The attacks came faster, more relentless.

“I can’t believe it! It’s still alive!” one woman gasped, horror and disbelief mixing in her voice.

“Die, you pest!” another shouted, joining in the assault, her weapon striking again and again.