I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 301 My Spirit Fox Turned into a Jade Beauty and She Refuses to Wear a Collar!
Chapter 301: Chapter 301 My Spirit Fox Turned into a Jade Beauty and She Refuses to Wear a Collar!
When Lin Feng woke, it was already deep into the night.
The room was quiet, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the windows. For a moment, he lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling before letting out a slow, helpless sigh.
Once again… he had missed his chance.
“Tomorrow,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and steady. “No one better come to disturb me tomorrow. I’ll finally spend some proper time with Su Muyao.”
There was a hint of determination in his tone, though experience had already taught him not to be too confident. Something always seemed to come up.
Shaking those thoughts aside, Lin Feng rose from the bed. His movements were unhurried as he stretched lightly, feeling the smooth flow of energy through his body.
He was already in peak condition, his physique refined to perfection through cultivation, yet the lingering effects of the massage still brought him a quiet sense of satisfaction.
It was relaxing.
And if he was being honest, the experience was far more enjoyable when it came from a beautiful woman. The memory alone was enough to ease his mood slightly.
He glanced down and noticed a small chicken sleeping soundly on the floor, its tiny body rising and falling with each quiet breath.
Not wanting to disturb it, he stepped lightly past and turned his attention to the others.
Stepping out of the master bedroom, he barely took a few steps before being struck by a rich, enticing aroma.
His nose twitched faintly.
The fragrance of freshly cooked food filled the air, warm and layered, carrying hints of spices, roasted meats, and delicate herbs.
It was the kind of smell that stirred hunger instantly, awakening the senses even before the first bite.
“Hmm…” Without hesitation, Lin Feng followed the scent toward the dining area.
What greeted him was a table already filled with an impressive spread of dishes. Steaming plates of food were arranged neatly, each one crafted with care and precision.
From vibrant vegetables glistening with sauce to perfectly seared cuts of meat, everything looked and smelled exceptional.
And from the kitchen, the sounds of cooking had not yet stopped.
Emery stood nearby, as expected, quietly attending to the arrangements. But Lin Feng’s attention was quickly drawn elsewhere.
His brows lifted slightly.
“Daoist Falling Snow? You’re still here?”
There was genuine surprise in his voice as his gaze landed on the white-haired beauty.
She stood in the kitchen, sleeves slightly rolled, her long white hair cascading behind her like a waterfall of silk.
Despite the simplicity of the act, there was an elegance to her movements… each motion precise, controlled, almost graceful enough to resemble a form of cultivation in itself.
More than anything…
She was cooking.
“I am,” Daoist Falling Snow replied calmly, not even pausing her movements as she stirred a pot with effortless ease. Then, glancing at him briefly, she added with a faint smile, “Am I not welcome in your home, Master Lin Feng? And… you may call me Yun Wanqing. Daoist Falling Snow is too formal.”
“Of course you are,” he said. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, Yun Wanqing. There’s no shortage of space here.” His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, thoughtful.
It was… unexpected.
Most women he encountered either approached him with calculated intentions or threw themselves at him with little restraint.
Whether it was for power, protection, or desire, their actions were usually obvious. Transparent.
But Yun Wanqing was different.
She wasn’t distant, yet she wasn’t overly eager either. There was a quiet curiosity in the way she observed him, a calm composure that made her presence feel balanced rather than overwhelming.
Even now, cooking in his kitchen as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she carried herself with an effortless grace that set her apart.
And strangely enough…
He liked that.
“Dinner will be ready shortly,” Yun Wanqing said, her voice steady. “I hope it suits your taste, Master Lin Feng.”
“I’m already convinced it will,” he replied. “It smells too good not to be.”
An hour later, Yun Wanqing finally finished preparing the meal. Dish after dish was brought to the table, each one carefully crafted, fragrant, and brimming with spiritual energy.
Soon, everyone gathered, and the group shared a warm, lively dinner together.
With Yun Wanqing here, a new round of introductions naturally followed. Names were exchanged, glances were measured, and subtle impressions were formed.
Among them all, one person was particularly affected.
“Master Lin Feng has… yet another woman interested in him,” Emery mused silently.
A faint pang of jealousy stirred within her heart, accompanied by confusion she could not quite put into words.
She had always remained by Lin Feng’s side, observing, assisting, and existing quietly within his world.
Yet now, watching more and more women gravitate toward him, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like… to have someone like that for herself.
To have a man.
The thought felt unfamiliar, almost distant, and yet it lingered stubbornly in her mind. She wasn’t ready to confront it, much less act on it.
Confessing such feelings to Lin Feng was something she couldn’t even begin to imagine.
So instead, she chose to look away.
Her gaze drifted from Lin Feng, from Yun Wanqing, from the fresh tension forming around the table, and wandered aimlessly across the room.
That was when she noticed it.
A small chicken, no larger than her palm, quietly wandering along the edge of the dining room.
Emery blinked in confusion.
“What is a chicken doing inside the courtyard?” she wondered silently.
Frowning slightly, she extended her spiritual sense toward the tiny creature, intending to determine its origin. It should have been nothing more than an ordinary animal… insignificant, harmless.
But the moment her perception touched it…
The world changed.
The small chicken suddenly lifted its head, and their gazes met.
In that instant, Emery felt as though her consciousness had been dragged into another realm. She saw a vast, burning world… endless flames stretching across the horizon, devouring everything in their path.
Above it all soared a colossal phoenix, its wings blotting out the sky, its cry echoing like the roar of creation itself.
