I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 355 Just One Finger is Enough to Make You Reach the Peak

Chapter 355: Chapter 355 Just One Finger is Enough to Make You Reach the Peak

Still, Lin feng didn’t argue. A true gentleman adapts.

“Fine,” Lin Feng said with a casual shrug. “Just don’t blame me if you die as a consequence.” His tone was light and almost indifferent.

Then… He raised a single finger. No grand display of power. No overwhelming aura. No earth-shattering technique. Just… a simple point toward Qin Ran.

Yet in that instant… Qin Ran’s expression changed. Her pupils shrank violently. A chilling sensation surged from the depths of her soul, spreading through her entire body like ice.

In that finger… She saw only one thing.

Death.

Not metaphorical. Not distant. But absolute, inevitable death. It was as if the heavens themselves had drawn a line across her fate and that finger was the execution. For the first time in countless years…

Qin Ran felt fear.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Qin Ran tried to scream. But no sound came out.

Her lips parted, her throat strained yet her voice was completely silenced, as if some unseen force had erased even the concept of sound from her being. Panic struck instantly.

She tried to move. Nothing. Her body refused her command.

It wasn’t stiffness… it wasn’t paralysis… it was something far more absolute.

The very space around her had turned into an invisible prison, locking her in place. Every inch of her existence felt restrained, suppressed beneath an overwhelming, incomprehensible force.

“Move…!” Her thoughts roared, but even they felt sluggish like struggling through a thick, suffocating mire. She tried to circulate her spiritual essence. Nothing responded.

The vast ocean of power she had cultivated over thousands of years had gone silent. Like it had never existed. A flicker of true fear ignited in her heart.

“Impossible…!” Her eyes trembled as she desperately attempted to summon her treasures. Her strongest artifact. The pride of her clan.

A supreme treasure that had accompanied her through countless battles, that had saved her life time and time again… She couldn’t even summon it!

Not because it was sealed. Not because it was suppressed. But because she simply didn’t have the time. Everything… was too fast!

Lin Feng’s finger moved forward.

Slow. Calm. Unhurried. And yet… She could not react. She could only watch. And in that moment… Time stretched. Endlessly.

Her mind fractured under the pressure as memories surged forth like a collapsing dam.

Her childhood within the Grand Purity Temple. The first time she sensed spiritual energy. Her pride when she was acknowledged as a genius. The countless rivals she defeated.

The enemies she crushed without mercy. The disciples who revered her. The authority she held. The arrogance she carried. All of it… Flashed before her eyes.

Then came the regrets. The things she had abandoned in pursuit of power. The moments she had dismissed. The paths she never walked. The life she never truly lived. And beneath it all…

A single, primal scream echoed from the depths of her soul.

“I don’t want to die!”

“I want to live!” Her will erupted.

A terrifying surge of spiritual essence burst from her body, roaring outward like a storm breaking free from its cage.

The ground beneath her feet cracked, the air distorted, and for a brief moment and it seemed as if she might break free.

But…

The finger was already there.

Ding!

A soft, almost playful sound. Like a pebble tapping against glass. Lin Feng’s finger gently touched her forehead. And everything ended. The pressure vanished. The frozen space shattered.

The suffocating silence collapsed.

Qin Ran’s body lurched as control returned all at once. She staggered slightly, her breath coming in uneven gasps as her vision snapped back into clarity.

Her eyes focused… And she saw him. Lin Feng stood right in front of her. Close. Calm. Composed. Untouched. As if the scene just now had been nothing more than a trivial gesture.

He slowly withdrew his finger, his expression unchanged, a faint smile resting on his lips.

“If I were serious,” he said, his tone steady and indifferent, “and this were a real battle… you would already be dead, Elder Qin Ran.” Each word fell like a hammer onto her mind.

No exaggeration. No arrogance. Just truth.

“I suppose you owe me a life,” he added lightly, almost as an afterthought. “But since I’m merely an uncultured man, as you said, I won’t keep track of that debt.”

Qin Ran couldn’t respond. Her lips trembled slightly, but no words came. Her mind… was blank. Lin Feng turned his back to her without hesitation.

“After this event ends, I’ll visit the Grand Purity Temple,” he continued as he began walking away. “I’ll help the women there.” His steps were slow, unhurried. Unconcerned.

“Compose yourself,” he added calmly. “You have five minutes before this formation collapses.”

And just like that… He left. No lingering glance. No attempt to assert dominance. No interest in her reaction. It was as if she… didn’t matter.

Thud.

Her knees hit the ground. Hard. The sound echoed faintly within the enclosed space.

All the strength in her body drained away in an instant. Her hands trembled as they pressed against the ground, her breathing uneven, her heart still pounding violently in her chest.

She knelt there… Motionless. Defeated. Not by overwhelming force. Not by a grand technique. Not by a desperate struggle. But by a single… casual gesture.

A finger.

Her pupils shook as the reality sank in.

I… lost?

No. That wasn’t even accurate. She hadn’t fought. She hadn’t resisted. She hadn’t even qualified to struggle.

Tears unconsciously gathered at the corners of her eyes not from pain, but from something far deeper. Shock. Humiliation. And fear. For the first time in thousands of years…

Qin Ran understood something she had never truly grasped before. There were heights in this world… That she had never even begun to touch. And Lin Feng…

Stood far, far above them all. It was then that she remembered Daoist Falling Snow’s words from earlier.

“If you came here for Young Master Lin Feng, then you should think twice, Daoist Ancient Maiden. You are not his match.”