I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 318 The Fairy’s Lips Grasp the Root of the Great Dao
Chapter 318: Chapter 318 The Fairy’s Lips Grasp the Root of the Great Dao
“A man may appear virtuous in the presence of others, but only in solitude does his true nature emerge… raw, unrestrained, greedy, ambitious. A beast. A monster. The face he hides from the world.”
Those words, spoken by Ning Xi’s mother, echoed endlessly within her mind, each repetition carving deeper into her resolve.
And Ning Xi did not hesitate.
She followed her mother’s instructions to the letter.
“Mentor Lin Feng… may I have a moment of your time? I wished to speak with you about my grandmother’s birthday this coming Sunday,” Ning Xi said softly after dinner, her tone respectful, even carrying a trace of nervousness that seemed entirely natural.
Lin Feng glanced at her, then nodded with a faint smile. “Of course, Teacher Ning Xi.”
There was no suspicion in his eyes. No wariness.
Only the calm composure of a man confident in himself.
A few moments later, he led her into an empty room.
Lin Feng pushed open the door to a vacant room and stepped inside first.
Ning Xi followed.
The moment she crossed the threshold, something within her shifted.
The hesitation she had shown outside vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold, calculating clarity.
With a quick motion, she reached into her storage ring.
A small glass bottle appeared in her hand… delicate, translucent, containing a clear liquid that shimmered faintly under the dim light.
It looked harmless. Ordinary, even.
But Ning Xi knew better.
Her fingers moved with practiced precision.
She uncorked the bottle just enough to release its contents, careful not to let even a hint of its scent spread prematurely.
Tilting it slightly, she allowed a single drop to fall onto her wrist.
The liquid absorbed instantly into her skin, leaving behind no visible trace but only a faint warmth that spread slowly through her veins.
Ning Xi exhaled softly, steadying herself. Then she turned and gently closed the door behind her.
“Hm?” Lin Feng’s gaze flickered ever so slightly as he caught Ning Xi’s curious movement.
It was good, almost imperceptible to the naked eye but nothing escaped him.
Without the slightest change in expression, his divine sense spread outward like an invisible tide, silently enveloping her.
It brushed against her skin, lingered over the faint sheen of liquid she had just applied, and dissected it layer by layer.
“Interesting…” he mused inwardly.
Outwardly, however, he remained composed, calm, indifferent, as though nothing in the world could stir even the faintest ripple in his heart.
Yet within that brief moment of observation, he had already uncovered far more than Ning Xi would have ever imagined.
She learned more about Ning Xi. Her lineage unfolded before his perception like a scroll.
Her father was a Holy Son of a powerful sect, a figure of status and unquestionable talent.
Her mother…
Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. A woman of the Dark Jade Succubus Clan.
An ancient, hidden clan that had long since withdrawn from the mortal world.
Their name was rarely spoken, and when it was, it was always accompanied by caution or fear.
Their methods were terrifying, insidious, and often irreversible.
And Ning Xi… clearly carried that blood within her.
Lin Feng’s divine sense shifted again, focusing on the liquid she had applied.
At first glance, it seemed harmless and ordinary.
But beneath that surface…
A faint, intoxicating fragrance began to spread, so faint that even seasoned cultivators might fail to notice it until it was too late.
“Supreme Harmony Oil…”
The name surfaced in his mind effortlessly. A rare and dangerous treasure.
It was a potent aphrodisiac, exclusively produced by the Dark Jade Succubus Clan.
And yet, for all its power, it was not without consequence.
On the contrary, it was exceedingly dangerous even to the one who wielded it.
There were instances where the user, instead of controlling the situation, became the center of it.
Overwhelmed. Consumed. Reduced from the hunter… to the prey.
Devoured completely by those who had fallen under its influence.
Meanwhile, the faint fragrance had already begun to disperse into the air, weaving itself silently into the surroundings.
Anyone within range would be affected, whether they realized it or not.
Yet Lin Feng stood there, unmoved. His breathing steady. His gaze clear.
His mind, like an unshakable mountain, showed no signs of disturbance.
If anything…
There was only mild curiosity.
As though he were watching a carefully planned performance unfold before him.
“What should I do now?” Lin Feng mused to himself, his brows furrowed as he stared at the delicate yet determined woman standing before him.
This sticky situation had spiraled far beyond his expectations.
He had only meant to gently push her away, to maintain some semblance of control, but Ning Xi’s eyes burned with a fierce, desperate longing that left no room for hesitation.
She was done waiting.
“Whooosh!” With a sudden burst of resolve, Ning Xi dashed forward, closing the distance between them in a single fluid motion.
Her slender fingers trembled slightly not from fear, but from the overwhelming hunger that had been building inside her for far too long.
Before Lin Feng could react or utter another word, she reached out and tugged at the sash of his robes with surprising strength.
The fabric parted easily under her eager hands, sliding down his body and pooling at his feet.
His yang spear, already half-awakened by the charged atmosphere, sprang free, throbbing with restrained power.
Ning Xi dropped to her knees without a second thought, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall.
Her beautiful face flushed a deep crimson, yet her gaze was locked onto his impressive length with strong, unfiltered desire.
She licked her lips once, her breath coming in short, heated bursts.
Then, as if afraid he might disappear or change his mind, she leaned in immediately and pressed her soft, warm tongue against the base of his yang spear.
“Hmmmm…” A low, involuntary groan escaped Lin Feng’s throat as she began to lick him with fervent devotion like a woman who had been starved for this very moment.
