I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 315 He Died as He Lived! Face Down in the Pink Tight Peach Blossoms!
Chapter 315: Chapter 315 He Died as He Lived! Face Down in the Pink Tight Peach Blossoms!
Somewhere deep in a dark and secluded chamber, far from prying eyes and mortal reach, a body suddenly fell from above.
It dropped from the high ceiling and landed with a dull thud upon a cold corpse table.
Daoist Limitless Sword lay there, unmoving for a brief moment, his mind still reeling.
“Where… is this?” he tried to speak, yet no sound came out.
His lips parted, his throat strained, but it was as if his voice had been completely stripped away.
A trace of unease crept into his heart.
Suppressing the rising panic, he immediately released his spiritual sense, letting it spread outward like an invisible tide.
The dark chamber slowly revealed itself in his perception… cold walls, damp air, and an oppressive aura that seemed to suffocate even the soul.
And then… he saw it.
Not far from him, a grotesque scene unfolded.
A naked, fat man sat leisurely in the shadows, completely at ease as he indulged himself in a manner that made Daoist Limitless Sword’s expression stiffen.
There was no shame, no restraint… only indulgence and a disturbing sense of satisfaction as the fat man lounged in place, watching an equally naked body of another man move mechanically between his legs like a lifeless puppet.
But in the next instant, the fat man suddenly paused.
His head slowly turned.
Their gazes met.
The moment their eyes locked, Daoist Limitless Sword felt a chill run down his spine.
Every hair on his body stood on end, and a sense of danger… no, something far worse than danger flooded his mind.
That look…
He had seen it before.
It was the kind of gaze carried by men who harbored certain… preferences.
This fat man was clearly looking at him as nothing more than a sexual object, his gaze devoid of any humanity or restraint.
A gaze that stripped away dignity and reduced others to nothing more than toys to play with.
“Well, well, well…” the fat man spoke, his voice thick and amused, a grin spreading across his face. “Another gift from that old fogey Lin Feng.”
His eyes roamed over Daoist Limitless Sword’s body with undisguised interest.
“And a Nascent Soul realm powerhouse at that… how rare,” he continued, chuckling softly.
“Looks like I won’t be lonely for the next few thousand years.”
His grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth.
“Welcome… fresh meat.”
“…”
Daoist Limitless Sword said nothing.
On the outside, he remained as still as a corpse, his expression cold and unchanging.
But inside, his thoughts had already erupted into chaos.
What kind of cursed place is this?!
Why am I here?!
Lin Feng… what have you done to me?!
He tried to circulate his spiritual energy… nothing.
He tried to move his body… completely restrained.
An invisible force bound him in place, suppressing him so thoroughly that even his Nascent Soul cultivation felt like a cruel joke.
For the first time in countless years, true fear began to take root in his heart.
The fat man let out a low laugh, clearly enjoying the silent turmoil reflected in Daoist Limitless Sword’s eyes.
“Don’t bother struggling,” he said casually. “Everyone who comes here tries the same thing. It never works.”
He leaned back slightly, his expression filled with anticipation.
“Relax… we have plenty of time to get to know each other.”
A long silence followed.
And then, deep within his mind, Daoist Limitless Sword finally roared in fury and despair…
“Lin Feng! Damn you!”
***
Meanwhile, Tang Aining and Yun Wanqing stood rooted to the spot, their gazes locked onto Lin Feng as if he had suddenly sprouted a hundred-meter horn from his head.
Their expressions were frozen between disbelief and dread, their thoughts in complete disarray.
They simply could not accept what they had just witnessed.
Daoist Limitless Sword… a renowned expert, a figure whose name alone could shake this Golden Lotus Empire had been dealt with so effortlessly.
No grand battle that shattered the heavens, no prolonged exchange of techniques… just a clean, merciless end.
It was too fast.
Too simple.
Too… absurd.
He was instantly smashed into a cloud of blood mist by Lin Feng’s turtle shell weapon, leaving nothing but a fading crimson haze in the air.
For a fleeting moment, both women even questioned if what they saw was real.
Yet, neither of them knew the truth.
Daoist Limitless Sword was not truly dead.
Far away, within the sect, his soul lantern would still be flickering, quietly proving that his life had not yet been extinguished.
But such a method of verification was beyond their immediate reach, and in this moment, all they could see was the aftermath of what appeared to be an unquestionable execution.
The lingering killing intent in the air had yet to fully dissipate.
It pressed down on their chests like an invisible weight, making it hard to breathe, let alone speak.
Lin Feng, however, remained utterly unconcerned.
To him, this was nothing more than a trivial interruption.
He had already lost enough time.
Because of that lewd man he had delayed something far more important.
He had planned to spend time with Su Muyao, something as exciting as cooking rice together one more time.
And yet, that special moment had been disrupted.
Just thinking about it made his mood slightly sour.
Explaining himself?
Completely unnecessary.
“They wouldn’t understand anyway,” he thought indifferently.
“The tea has grown cold, Zhiyan.”
His voice broke the suffocating silence, calm and steady, as though nothing of significance had occurred.
It carried neither pride nor regret.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked back toward his courtyard, his figure relaxed, his steps unhurried.
The contrast between his demeanor and the chaos he had just caused was almost surreal.
Li Zhiyan, who had been waiting nearby, immediately stepped forward to attend to him.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Her voice was soft and respectful, perfectly controlled.
At least, on the surface.
She lowered her head slightly as she followed behind him, her movements as elegant and composed as ever.
Every gesture was precise, every step measured just as one would expect from someone in her position.
But beneath that carefully maintained calm…
Her fingers trembled.
