I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 300 Senior Brother, Your Foundation is So Thick I Can Barely Wrap My Arms Around It!
Chapter 300: Chapter 300 Senior Brother, Your Foundation is So Thick I Can Barely Wrap My Arms Around It!
Meanwhile, Ning Xi had already returned to the Ning Clan earlier this afternoon.
The moment she stepped through its grand gates, the atmosphere shifted openly in her favor.
Clansmen and elders alike turned their gazes toward her, their expressions filled with admiration, curiosity, and no small amount of envy.
It was no longer a secret… her connection to Lin Feng had spread like wildfire.
Wherever she went, people greeted her warmly, their voices tinged with respect that had not been there before.
Some offered polite bows, others attempted to strike up conversation, while a few more opportunistic individuals presented her with gifts carefully wrapped spirit herbs, polished jade slips, and even rare cultivation resources.
Ning Xi accepted them all without hesitation.
She was not naïve. In the cultivation world, power dictated everything, and resources were the foundation of power.
Whether their intentions were sincere or self-serving did not matter to her.
What mattered was that these offerings could aid her growth, strengthen her foundation, and bring her closer to the heights she sought.
Yet even as she accepted their praise and gifts, her mind remained elsewhere.
None of this was her true purpose for returning.
Leaving the bustling outer grounds behind, Ning Xi made her way toward a secluded estate deep within the clan’s inner territory. The change in atmosphere was immediate.
The lively chatter faded into silence, replaced by a stillness so complete it felt almost oppressive.
This was a place few were allowed to approach.
No guards stood at the entrance, yet none were needed. The very air carried an invisible pressure, a quiet warning that this was the domain of someone far beyond ordinary cultivators.
Ning Xi stepped forward without hesitation.
She stopped before a particular chamber and slowly lowered herself into a lotus position. Her posture was flawless, her breathing even as she entered a state of quiet meditation.
Time passed.
One hour.
Then another.
The sun shifted across the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard, yet Ning Xi remained unmoving. There was no impatience in her expression, no sign of frustration.
Her will was steady, her purpose unwavering.
She knew what she was waiting for.
And more importantly, she knew that what she would gain here would far outweigh the time she had spent waiting.
Eventually, the silence broke.
The heavy doors of the chamber creaked open with a slow, deliberate motion.
A figure stepped out.
It was a blonde woman, her long golden hair still damp, cascading over her shoulders like flowing silk.
She made no effort to conceal her body, her movements natural and unhurried, as if such things were beneath her concern.
Her figure was flawless, her aura refined, carrying a quiet authority that seemed to press down on the surroundings without effort.
Her features bore a striking resemblance to Ning Xi’s… almost identical, yet undeniably more mature, more tempered by time and experience.
Where Ning Xi possessed youthful sharpness, this woman embodied a calm, overwhelming presence.
There was no doubt.
They were bound by blood.
The woman’s gaze fell upon Ning Xi, yet there was no surprise in her eyes, only a faint trace of curiosity.
With a casual motion, a soft towel materialized in her hand, and she began drying her long hair as though she had expected this visit all along.
“I was somewhat surprised to hear that you came to see me today, Xi’er,” she said, her voice calm and unhurried, carrying a natural authority that needed no emphasis.
Ning Xi opened her eyes.
In one smooth motion, she rose from her lotus position, her posture straight as she faced the woman directly. There was no hesitation in her movements, no sign of nervousness.
“And yet you still made me wait, Mother,” she replied evenly.
Her tone was respectful, but there was a sharpness beneath it.
The woman paused for a brief moment, the corner of her lips lifting ever so slightly.
“Patience is a virtue,” she said lightly. “I had hoped you would remember that.”
Ning Xi did not respond immediately. Instead, she met her mother’s gaze without flinching, her eyes clear and unwavering.
The air between them grew heavy.
There was no warmth, no gentle affection, no easy familiarity. Instead, there was tension… quiet, restrained, yet unmistakable.
It was the kind of tension that existed not between strangers, but between two individuals who understood each other all too well.
It was clear from this alone that their relationship was far from ordinary.
Ning Xi finally spoke again, her voice calm but resolute. “I did not come here to exchange pleasantries.”
Her mother’s smile deepened slightly, though her eyes remained unreadable.
“Of course you didn’t,” she replied. “You never do.”
A brief silence followed, as if both were measuring the other, weighing words that had yet to be spoken.
Then, slowly, Ning Xi took a step forward.
“I came because I need something,” she said.
The woman’s gaze sharpened, the faint amusement in her expression fading into something more serious.
“Oh?” she murmured. “And what could possibly make my daughter come all this way… and wait so patiently outside my door?”
Ning Xi did not hesitate this time.
Her answer came without pause.
“I have a man I like. I want you to teach me how to win his heart,” Ning Xi said without hesitation, her voice calm but resolute.
Her mother paused briefly, then a knowing smile slowly spread across her lips.
“So… my daughter has finally fallen for someone,” she said, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Let me guess… it’s that young master from the ancient clans… Lin Feng, was it?”
Ning Xi gave a small nod, her expression serious as she fixed her gaze on her mother, clearly waiting for her response.
There was no embarrassment in her demeanor, only focus and determination.
One had to know her mother was no ordinary woman. In her youth, she had once captivated the Holy Son of a great sect, a man of unparalleled talent and status.
He had even traveled all the way to Clear Moon City, casting aside his pride to beg her to return with him.
And yet… she had rejected him without hesitation.
Such a story was not merely rumor… it was legend within certain circles.
That was why Ning Xi had come.
If there was anyone in this world who understood how to capture the heart of a powerful man… it was the woman standing before her now.
