I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 361 The Rogue Cultivator Who Knew Too Many Positions
Chapter 361: Chapter 361 The Rogue Cultivator Who Knew Too Many Positions
Although it was difficult, Lin Feng still chose to see it through to the end.
Every step he took demanded patience, precision, and an unyielding will.
He poured his time, energy, and spiritual strength into saving more than two thousand women… women who had unknowingly suffered under Fang Yuan’s schemes.
Yet in return, he received no gratitude, no relief… only suspicion, fear, and even hatred.
It was almost ironic. The truth he revealed was too cruel, too devastating for them to accept.
To many of those innocent women, it would have been far kinder to remain ignorant, to continue living in blissful illusion rather than face the defilement they had endured.
Reality had shattered whatever fragile peace they once had.
Lin Feng could see it in their trembling eyes, in the way they recoiled not from Fang Yuan, but from him.
“No good deed goes unpunished…” he muttered inwardly, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips.
And yet, truth was truth.
The moment Lin Feng completed the healing process, the evidence became undeniable.
Before the watchful eyes of Qin Ran and the senior monk Wang Peng, strands of ghostly miasma began to seep out from the women’s bodies.
It was faint at first like wisps of smoke drifting into the air but soon it thickened, carrying with it an eerie, oppressive aura that made the surroundings feel colder.
That miasma was not natural.
It was something planted. Something insidious.
Qin Ran’s expression changed instantly, her calm and composed demeanor cracking for the first time.
Her hands trembled slightly as she stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the fading remnants of the dark energy.
“To think… something like this could be hidden so deeply within our temple…” she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief and a trace of lingering fear. “I can’t even begin to imagine how Fang Yuan managed such a thing.”
Wang Peng, who had lived for thousands of years and witnessed countless strange phenomena, felt a chill run down his spine.
His brows furrowed deeply, and his usual steady breathing grew uneven.
“He didn’t just corrupt one or two,” Wang Peng said slowly, his voice heavy with shock. “This is on a massive scale… thousands. Over two thousand victims just in our temple and perhaps even more we haven’t discovered yet.”
The sheer magnitude of it was horrifying.
For something like this to happen right under their noses, within a place that prided itself on purity and righteousness, was nothing short of a disgrace.
Qin Ran clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms.
“We failed them…” she murmured, guilt creeping into her tone. “As elders, as protectors of this sect… we failed to see it.”
Lin Feng stood quietly amidst their shock, his expression calm but distant.
He had expected this reaction. People only realized the truth when it was forced upon them.
“He naturally had help,” Lin Feng said flatly, breaking the heavy silence.
His voice carried no emotion, only certainty. Both Qin Ran and Wang Peng fell silent at his words.
They knew he was right.
This wasn’t the work of a single man. Not entirely.
But before either of them could question further, Lin Feng had already turned away.
His interest in the matter had clearly faded.
To him, the truth had already been revealed, and the rest… was no longer his concern.
He had already dealt with Fang Yuan and even his master, Roachy, had not escaped punishment.
With everything settled, Lin Feng could finally rest easy, knowing that justice had been served.
As for Fang Yuan, his fate was perhaps even more miserable. Left in the capable hands of the big fatty, Zhang San, whatever awaited him would be far worse than a simple death.
With that thought, Lin Feng felt a rare sense of peace, as if a lingering weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders.
Tonight, at the very least, he could sleep soundly.
“But enough of that,” Lin Feng continued, his tone indifferent. “I’ve done what I came here to do.”
He took a slow, steady breath, as though casting off the weight of the entire ordeal.
The air around him subtly shifted, spiritual energy gathering for an instant.
“I’m going home.”
Without waiting for a response, his figure blurred and in the next moment, he was gone.
Only the lingering traces of spiritual energy remained, along with the stunned silence of those left behind.
The aftermath was left in Qin Ran and the senior monk’s hands to manage.
What had unfolded that day was far from simple… thousands of disciples had been affected, their minds shaken and their faith in the temple deeply fractured.
Restoring order would take time, patience, and careful handling.
When everything was finally settled, Qin Ran returned to her chambers, her steps slower than usual, a faint weariness clinging to her normally composed demeanor.
She did not even succeed in retrieving Fang Yuan’s body.
By now, she had already learned enough of his crimes to feel nothing but disgust.
Whether his body rotted where it lay or was taken by others no longer mattered to her.
Yet despite everything, her thoughts refused to settle.
They drifted… again and again… toward one person.
“Just what kind of man is he…?” she murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible in the quiet of her room.
Qin Ran was no stranger to defeat.
Throughout her long life, she had encountered stronger opponents, suffered setbacks, and endured losses.
But this… this was different.
This wasn’t a defeat where she had been outmatched after a fierce struggle.
This was a defeat where she couldn’t even begin to resist.
In front of Lin Feng, she had felt utterly powerless like a child standing before an insurmountable mountain.
No matter what she did, no matter what thoughts crossed her mind, she knew instinctively that resistance was meaningless.
That kind of overwhelming presence… it left a deep and unsettling impression on her heart.
And yet, what disturbed her even more was something else entirely.
His indifference.
