I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 357 Taking the Patriarch’s Large Jug with Both Hands

Chapter 357: Chapter 357 Taking the Patriarch’s Large Jug with Both Hands

Because only a few days ago Yun Wanqing had been exactly the same confused shaken and unable to understand what she was feeling yet still drawn toward him so easily.

“I suppose…” Yun Wanqing mused inwardly, her gaze deepening, “another woman is about to fall for Master Lin Feng.” Her fingers lightly brushed against her sleeve as her thoughts began to move.

Unlike Qin Ran, she didn’t resist that feeling. She embraced it.

Her eyes lingered on Lin Feng’s calm figure, taking in every detail… the way he held his cup, the ease in his posture, the quiet dominance he exuded without even trying.

It was obvious that she was also hooked to Lin Feng.

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Two hours later, Ning Xi’s grandmother finally arrived. She was escorted into the hall by several Ning Clan elders, each one carrying themselves with solemn dignity.

The moment they stepped inside, the entire atmosphere went joyful like a formal tide returning after chaos had briefly swept through the shore.

Music resumed. Servants quickly adjusted the banquet layout. Laughter and polite conversation began to rise again, carefully rebuilding the celebratory mood.

But beneath all of it, there was an unspoken understanding. Everyone in the hall was deliberately avoiding two figures. Lin Feng. And Qin Ran. No one mentioned the earlier incident.

No one even dared glance too openly in their direction. It was as if speaking of it might summon something far more dangerous than the event itself.

The celebration continued. One by one, gifts were presented before the elder of the Ning Clan.

Rare herbs, ancient artifacts, spiritual stones polished to perfection and each item drawing polite praise and formal gratitude. The hall gradually regained its rhythm. Ning Xi stepped forward.

All movement subtly slowed. Not because of authority, but because of attention.

She carried something carefully in her hands was a treasure of great worth. The Crystal Heart Pagoda. Even before she spoke, several elders’ eyes narrowed slightly. They could already feel it.

A treasure of extraordinary value. Ning Xi approached her grandmother with a gentle smile, her steps steady and respectful.

“Grandmother,” she said softly, “I hope this gift brings you long life and good health.” Her voice was warm, carrying genuine affection. Then, she leaned in and lightly kissed the elder’s cheek.

For a brief moment, the old woman froze. She looked down at the pagoda. Her expression shifted instantly. Shock. Disbelief.

Her trembling hand reached forward and gently touched the great treasure on her hands. The moment contact was made… A soft, warm wave of energy flowed into her body.It wasn’t violent.

It wasn’t overwhelming. But it was profound. Her aging spiritual veins, long worn by time, seemed to be soothed.

Even her breathing became steadier, as if a layer of invisible burden had been lifted from her shoulders. The hall itself seemed to dim slightly in comparison to the glow of the treasure. Her eyes widened.

“This… this is…” she murmured. Her voice was no longer calm. Ning Xi smiled faintly, watching her reaction.

But her grandmother did not finish her sentence immediately. Instead, she slowly lifted her gaze, scanning the hall as if searching for the origin of such a gift. Her eyes paused. Just briefly.

On Lin Feng’s table. Only for a moment. But that single glance said more than words ever could. Ning Xi caught it immediately and gave a small, knowing smile.

“It’s a long story, Grandmother,” she said softly, stepping slightly closer as if to gently steer the attention away. “I’ll tell you later.” Her tone was light, almost playful but her eyes carried warmth.

The elder finally exhaled slowly, her expression softening as she returned her attention to the pagoda in her hands.

“Child…” she said again, quieter this time. “Such a treasure… even the clan’s treasury may not hold something equal to it. You should not be so reckless with gifts.” Ning Xi only smiled.

“As long as it makes you happy, it’s worth it.” Around them, the hall remained filled with polite smiles and congratulatory words, but beneath the surface… Whispers stirred again.

“This level of treasure… it’s unbelievable.”

“Could it be from Master Lin Feng again?”

“It must be him…” And at the edge of it all, Lin Feng remained seated. Calm. Drinking. As if none of it had anything to do with him.

Nearby, Qin Ran sat silently at her own table as well, her gaze occasionally drifting toward him without her control. Her expression remained composed but her eyes were no longer as sharp as before.

After that, Ning Xi formally introduced Lin Feng to her grandmother.

The elder studied him for a moment longer than most guests, her gaze thoughtful, but in the end she simply nodded with polite warmth. With that, the atmosphere finally loosened.

The feast resumed in full, laughter and conversation flowing more freely as the earlier tension faded into the background.

Music played again, servants moved with renewed energy, and the hall returned to its celebratory rhythm. Qin Ran also presented her gifts on behalf of the Grand Purity Temple.

They were valuable and rare, refined, and appropriate for the occasion. Yet after that, she said nothing more. Not a single unnecessary word.

She simply returned to her seat and remained there in quiet silence. It was obvious to anyone paying attention as her mind was elsewhere.

Occasionally, her gaze would drift, unfocused, as if replaying something only she could see. Even the surrounding celebration seemed distant to her. The night continued like that.

Hours passed. Wine flowed. Music softened. And little by little, the celebration came to an end. By the time 3:00 a.m. arrived, Ning Xi’s grandmother’s birthday celebration had officially concluded.

Despite everything that had happened throughout the night, it was considered a success. Guests began to depart. Clansmen exchanged polite farewells.

The hall slowly emptied, leaving behind only traces of lingering spiritual energy and scattered remnants of celebration. Lin Feng rose from his seat.

He briefly returned to his residence and informed his women that he would step out for a moment. There was no urgency in his tone. Then he left again. When he stepped outside… He stopped.

Waiting in the quiet night was Qin Ran. Alone.

The earlier arrogance she carried had not fully returned, but her presence remained steady, composed, and unreadable. Lin Feng glanced at her and spoke first.

“Let’s make this quick.”