I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 310 Beauty is the Only Path to the Apex
Chapter 310: Chapter 310 Beauty is the Only Path to the Apex
Daoist Limitless Sword felt the urge to explode on the spot, his temper flaring like a drawn blade ready to strike.
The humiliation, the frustration, and the tension of the moment all surged within him at once. Yet, even as that violent impulse rose, he forced himself to suppress it.
He had to think of the bigger picture.
Taking a slow breath, he reined in his killing intent, withdrawing it layer by layer until the suffocating pressure around him eased.
The air, once heavy and oppressive, gradually returned to normal, though the lingering tension remained.
His gaze shifted toward Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing.
These two women…
He had pursued them long ago, back when they still walked the same path within the Nine Peaks Sword Sect.
Back then, he had been confident, even arrogant, believing that with his talent, status, and future, no one would refuse him.
Yet he had been rejected.
Cleanly. Without hesitation.
Over the countless years that followed, Daoist Limitless Sword had not lacked for women. He had taken wives, accepted concubines, and experienced all the pleasures the world had to offer.
Mortal beauties, talented cultivators, rare and exotic companions… he had them all.
And yet, none of them truly mattered.
Because none of them could walk beside him.
Time was cruel. While he continued to rise, breaking through realms and extending his lifespan, the women around him withered away one by one.
Those who could not keep up with his cultivation eventually turned into dust, their lives fleeting compared to his ever-lengthening existence.
In the end, all he was left with were fading memories.
Loneliness, cold and persistent, had slowly taken root in his heart.
That was why his greatest obsession had formed.
He wanted a partner who could stand beside him as an equal. Someone who would not fade away with time. Someone who could truly understand him.
A Nascent Soul cultivator like himself.
And Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing had once been the closest to that ideal.
Even now, standing before them again, that old desire stirred faintly within him. Not as intense as before, but enough to remind him of what he had lost… and what he still could not obtain.
Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Daoist Limitless Sword spoke, his voice steady but carrying a hint of restraint.
“Daoist Heavenly Fate, Daoist Falling Snow. Come with me. The Sect Master and the disciples of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect are worried about the two of you.”
There was no longer any killing intent in his tone, only authority and expectation.
Tang Aining did not hesitate.
“I’m not going,” she said calmly. “I have already left the sect, Daoist Limitless Sword.”
Her words were simple, but firm, leaving no room for negotiation. A brief silence followed. Then Yun Wanqing spoke as well, her voice gentle but resolute.
“I also wish to remain in Clear Moon City for a while. Please inform the Sect Master of my decision, Daoist Limitless Sword. Thank you.”
The moment their words fell, it felt as though something struck Daoist Limitless Sword directly in the heart.
He stood there, motionless.
For the first time in a long while, his composure wavered.
He had expected resistance from Lin Feng. He had prepared for conflict, even battle. But this… this quiet refusal from the very people he came to retrieve was something he had not anticipated at all.
The wind passed through the courtyard, lifting the edges of his crimson robes.
Yet Daoist Limitless Sword felt none of it.
In that moment, the weight of rejection… past and present seemed to overlap, pressing down on him in a way even battle never could.
Daoist Limitless Sword could hardly believe what had just happened.
He was no fool. Far from it. Having lived for thousands of years, he had long since come to understand the ugliness of the human heart. He had seen it time and time again, in countless forms and situations.
Desire, greed, admiration, obsession… these things were as common as the wind. Women, in his experience, were no exception.
They were drawn to status, to power, to wealth, and above all, to beauty.
He possessed nearly all of these. His cultivation stood at the Nascent Soul Realm, his status within the Nine Peaks Sword Sect was unquestionable, and his wealth was beyond measure.
Yet the one thing he lacked…
Was a face that could captivate women that he truly liked. And that, to him, felt like a cruel twist of fate.
A sharp, almost bitter pain surfaced in his heart as recalled the good looks of Lin Feng.
That calm expression, that effortless composure, and above all, that striking appearance… it was enough to draw anyone in.
Lin Feng would simply smile, and women would compete to see who could spread their legs the fastest for him.
In his mind, everything became clear. Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing… had already been swayed. Not by force. Not by coercion. But by something far more natural.
“They’ve already fallen,” he thought, his jaw tightening.
And yet…
Instead of despair, a strange sense of satisfaction rose within him. Because this… was still within his expectations. In fact, it aligned perfectly with one of the possibilities he had prepared for.
This was precisely why he had volunteered to come here in the first place.
“I see now,” Daoist Limitless Sword said slowly, his voice deep and heavy with suppressed emotion. His eyes sharpened as he stepped forward, his presence rising once more.
“Both of you have been corrupted by that young master of an ancient clan. He must have used some mind-altering technique to control your thoughts, or perhaps a sinister drug to awaken your most base desires.” His aura surged again, no longer restrained.
“Do not worry,” he continued, his voice rising into a roar that echoed across the courtyard. “Even if it costs me my life, I will save you!”
For the first time since his arrival, Daoist Limitless Sword reached into his storage ring. A sharp glint of light flashed. His sword appeared in his hand.
The moment it was drawn, the surrounding air trembled, as if unable to withstand the sheer sharpness contained within the blade. A faint hum resonated, like a dragon awakening from slumber.
Boom!
