I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 351 The Missing Piece of My Dual Cultivation Puzzle

Chapter 351: Chapter 351 The Missing Piece of My Dual Cultivation Puzzle

“It seems that, in addition to being uncultured, you are also prone to lying, Master Lin Feng,” Qin Ran replied. Her tone remained calm, almost casual, but the implication behind her words was sharp.

Without waiting for further exchange, she lifted her cup again and drank in one smooth motion, emptying it completely as if to show she had no intention of being outdone in this strange exchange.

This time, however, she did not stop there.

She reached out and took a larger cup from the table. It was no longer a delicate teacup used for formal politeness, but a proper wine cup meant for stronger drink.

Then, with steady movements, she picked up the jug of wine and filled it to the brim. Instead of drinking immediately, she gently pushed it forward toward Lin Feng. A quiet challenge, disguised as courtesy.

Lin Feng glanced at the cup for a moment, then accepted it without hesitation.

“I am not one who lies,” he said calmly. “I disdain lying, especially to people I have only just met.” Without any unnecessary pause, he raised the cup and drank it all in one go.

The strong liquor disappeared down his throat effortlessly.

As soon as he set the empty cup down, Qin Ran immediately refilled it again, her movements smooth and gentle.

It was as though neither of them was willing to yield even in something as simple as drinking. But this time, her gaze did not leave him.

From Qin Ran’s perception, Lin Feng appeared completely ordinary at this moment.

A cultivator at most at the third stage of the Body Refining Realm… weak, unremarkable, almost negligible in the eyes of true experts. And yet… She did not believe what she was seeing.

There were far too many methods in this world to conceal one’s true cultivation, suppress one’s cultivation base, or disguise one’s realm.

Illusions, artifacts, secret techniques… any of them could distort perception and mislead even experienced cultivators. So while her eyes showed her one truth, her instincts refused to accept it.

Something was wrong. Or rather, something was being hidden. That much was obvious.

“Is this man truly part of an ancient clan… or is he merely pretending?” she mused inwardly. The more she observed him, the more uncertain she became.

On the surface, Lin Feng appeared relaxed.

Yet beneath that calm exterior, there was something difficult to pin down like a deep lake whose bottom could not be seen no matter how much one tried to peer into it.

And that only made him more suspicious in her eyes. According to the intelligence she had gathered before coming here, Lin Feng was anything but ordinary.

His methods were said to be diverse, unpredictable, and far beyond what normal sect cultivators could achieve.

There were rumors that he could seal an opponent’s meridians with nothing more than a glance.

That alone was enough to make even seasoned cultivators uneasy, especially since it was allegedly how he had defeated Fang Yuan.

Others claimed he possessed a powerful treasure capable of both offense and defense, one that could suppress even Nascent Soul realm cultivators without difficulty. Qin Ran’s gaze slowly lowered.

Her eyes landed on Lin Feng’s hand.

On his finger sat a ring carved with a turtle shell pattern which was completely unassuming at first glance, yet carrying a faint sense of hidden weight.

“That must be the treasure,” she concluded silently. But even that was not the end of the rumors. There were even stranger claims.

Some said Lin Feng could cause a person’s hair to fall out instantly with a single glance, leaving them completely bald in an instant.

And perhaps the most terrifying of all was Lin Feng’s rumored ability to completely immobilize his enemies, leaving them in a half dead state where they were still alive yet unable to move speak or interact with their surroundings in any way.

To outsiders it was as if they had ceased to exist in the living world while not truly crossing into death.

Those unfortunate victims along with others who had crossed Lin Feng were said to have been transported and stored in the city morgue their condition unknown and their fate uncertain.

Others said his techniques were so varied that they did not belong to any single known system. Absurd.

Yet the more she heard, the more contradictions there were, the harder it became to dismiss everything as coincidence.

None of it matched the rigid inheritance systems of ordinary sects like the Nine Peaks Sword Sect, which primarily focused on sword cultivation and strict lineage techniques.

Lin Feng, however, seemed to use everything. Too many styles. Too many methods. As if he carried the accumulation of countless teachings within a single body.

That level of diversity was not something a normal sect disciple could achieve. Not even a genius.

Only an ancient clan could possibly nurture such a foundation… one that passed down multiple inheritances freely, allowing descendants to learn without restriction from birth.

Qin Ran knew this well, as she had experienced a similar upbringing herself. In Qin Ran’s mind, the conclusion formed naturally. Lin Feng was not just talented. He was not just mysterious.

He was someone raised in an environment completely different from everyone else. A hidden ancient clan prodigy. And that, more than anything else, made him unpredictable.

Qin Ran lifted her teacup once more and drank it in a calm, measured motion, as though she had already decided to cut through all unnecessary formalities and get straight to the truth.

When she placed the cup down, her gaze became sharper. The faint amusement that had lingered earlier was gone.

“Where is Fang Yuan? What did you do to him?” she asked directly. There was no probing, no testing tone this time. It was a straightforward question, heavy with intent.

Lin Feng did not answer immediately. Instead, as if this was part of some established rhythm between them, he calmly refilled her cup before speaking.

“He is alive. Somewhere… but… you will never be able to find him.”