I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 358 Rubbing the Abbot’s Lucky Bald Head

Chapter 358: Chapter 358 Rubbing the Abbot’s Lucky Bald Head

Lin Feng’s tone was casual, almost indifferent. The wind around them shifted slightly. And in the next instant, the space where they stood distorted, and both figures vanished from the spot without a trace.

For high-level cultivators like them, traversing the skies was second nature. There was no need for cumbersome flying boats or spirit vessels.

Their bodies alone were enough to defy gravity, their spiritual essence carving open paths through the heavens as easily as a blade slicing through water.

Lin Feng stepped into the air first. The space beneath his feet seemed to solidify, supporting him effortlessly as he rose.

There was no surge of power, no dramatic display and just a quiet, natural ascent, as if the sky itself welcomed his presence. Qin Ran followed closely behind.

She, too, moved with ease. As a cultivator in the Spirit Severing Realm, flight was trivial to her.

Her control over spiritual essence was refined to an extraordinary degree, her movements smooth and precise.

In fact, since Lin Feng’s reincarnation into this world, Qin Ran was the strongest cultivator he had encountered face to face and up close.

Under normal circumstances, she would have been an untouchable existence. But before him, she was like a baby that had yet to truly take its first steps. The two figures shot forward.

In an instant, they became streaks of light cutting across the vast sky. Below them, the world transformed into a flowing painting. Towering mountains shrank into ripples on the horizon.

Endless forests blended into a sea of green. Rivers twisted like silver threads, glimmering faintly under the moonlight. The wind roared. Clouds split apart. Distance lost its meaning.

Clear Moon City, once vast and bustling, disappeared behind them in mere moments. Thousands of miles, crossed in silence. And yet, what began as a simple journey soon shifted.

Qin Ran’s eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced ahead. Lin Feng was flying in front of her. Not by much. But enough. A faint spark ignited within her chest. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t hostility.

It was something more instinctive. A desire to prove herself. Without a word, her speed increased. At first, it was hidden. A slight surge of spiritual essence. A small adjustment in her trajectory.

Then… More.

Her aura intensified, the air around her distorting as she pushed herself further. The wind began to howl louder, her robes fluttering violently as her figure blurred through the sky. She closed the distance.

Or at least… She thought she did. Lin Feng, ahead of her, didn’t even turn around. He simply continued forward. At the same steady pace.

And yet no matter how much Qin Ran accelerated, she could not overtake him. The gap remained. Constant. Unchanging. Her brows furrowed. She pushed harder.

Her spiritual essence surged like a rising tide, her speed climbing to a level that would leave ordinary cultivators utterly stunned.

The pressure of the wind alone was enough to tear apart weaker bodies, but to her, it was nothing. Faster. She needed to be faster. Just once, she wanted to surpass him.

But Lin Feng… Remained the same. There was no visible effort. No fluctuation in his aura. No sign that he was even aware of her attempt. And yet, he stayed ahead. Effortlessly.

As if the distance between them was something he controlled at will. Qin Ran clenched her teeth, a rare trace of frustration appearing on her usually composed face.

“Just how strong is he really…?” she thought, her mind trembling. Her breathing grew uneven. A shocking development.

At her level, such a thing should not happen so easily. And yet, pushing herself to this extreme, trying to break through that invisible barrier between them, was beginning to take its toll.

Still… She refused to give up. Her pride would not allow it. Her speed surged once more, reaching her absolute limit. The sky itself seemed to tremble as she cut through it.

But in the end, nothing changed. Just like earlier that day. The result was the same. Lin Feng remained ahead. Calm. Untouched. Unreachable.

He won without even realizing there had been a contest. Minutes later, the distant outline of the Grand Purity Temple appeared.

A vast expanse of ancient structures emerged from layers of spiritual mist, its towering peaks illuminated faintly under the night sky.

The entire sect radiated a serene yet powerful aura, like a sacred land untouched by the mortal world. They descended.

Qin Ran slowed, her chest rising and falling slightly as she steadied her breathing. Though she quickly regained her composure, the faint signs of exertion could not be completely hidden.

Her gaze shifted toward Lin Feng. Complex. Unsettled. Another loss. Another moment where she had given everything and he had given nothing. Yet still won.

She could only look at Lin Feng with a complex expression on her beautiful face. They hovered in the sky for a brief moment, overlooking the Grand Purity Temple. The name suited it perfectly.

The entire sect radiated a sense of purity and holiness, as if it stood apart from the mortal world.

A faint, sacred aura lingered in the air, so profound that it could be felt even from beyond the towering gates below.

It wasn’t oppressive, nor was it overwhelming… it was calm, steady, and ancient, like a presence that had endured the passage of countless years. From above, the temple stretched across vast grounds.

Grand pavilions rose one after another, their structures elegant yet imposing. White stone pathways wound through the complex like flowing rivers, connecting halls, courtyards, and meditation grounds.

Incense smoke curled gently into the night sky, adding to the serene atmosphere.

And everywhere… Statues.

Towering statues of monks stood across the temple grounds, each carved with lifelike precision.

Some held prayer beads, others stood with hands clasped, and a few gazed toward the horizon as if watching over generations yet to come. Each one represented a figure who had once led the temple.

Thousands of years of history… Immortalized in stone.