I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 367 Pencils, Protractors, and Other Weapons of Minor Destruction

Chapter 367: Chapter 367 Pencils, Protractors, and Other Weapons of Minor Destruction

“I am sure you do not know me, Young Master Lin Feng,” the old man said as he straightened his posture, his tone respectful yet carrying an undeniable urgency. “I am Elder Bai Yun of the Hidden Mist Sect.”

He paused briefly, then continued without wasting time, clearly aware of the eyes and ears around them.

“I have heard of Young Master Lin Feng’s miraculous teaching abilities… how you are able to point directly to the root of cultivation problems, dispel long-standing confusion, and resolve bottlenecks that have trapped cultivators for years, even decades.” His voice grew more serious.

“Furthermore, I have heard rumors of your insight… so profound that it appears to surpass conventional understanding. Some even claim that a single word from you can change a person’s entire cultivation path.”

Elder Bai Yun stepped forward and bowed deeply once more, his posture completely devoid of the arrogance that normally came with his status.

“Please… I beg of you, Young Master Lin Feng. Grant this old man a little of your time!” The field fell into absolute silence after his words. Even the wind seemed to slow.

Thousands of students stood frozen, their eyes shifting between Lin Feng and the old man from the Hidden Mist Sect.

Many of them instinctively held their breath, sensing that something far beyond their level of understanding was unfolding before them. Lin Feng, however, remained calm.

He did not immediately respond.

Instead, he slowly swept his gaze across the sea of students in front of him, as if observing something far more subtle than the situation itself.

His expression was unreadable, his hands still clasped behind his back. Finally, he spoke.

“I wonder…” Lin Feng said softly, his tone carrying a hint of contemplation, “who might have spread news of my humble teachings and deeds. It is rather puzzling to me as well.”

His voice was not loud, yet every single person heard it clearly. A number of students visibly stiffened.

Then, almost in unison, many of the adult cultivators slowly lowered their heads, their expressions turning awkward… and guilty. They remembered everything.

The letters. The transmissions. The exaggerated reports sent back to their clans. One student coughed lightly, avoiding eye contact. Another scratched the back of his head, pretending to look at the sky.

And one by one, fragmented memories surfaced in their minds:

Mentor Lin Feng has the eyes of an immortal!

He sees through all cultivation flaws with a single glance!

His wisdom is like that of an ancient sage who has lived ten thousand lives!

There is no problem in cultivation he cannot solve!

Some even say… he could heal any injury, perhaps even reverse death itself!

The more they recalled, the more absurd it sounded but at the time, they had genuinely believed it. Or at least… heavily embellished it.

A few of them quietly shrank back into the crowd, hoping desperately not to be noticed.

Meanwhile, Elder Bai Yun remained bowed, patiently waiting, as if the exaggerated rumors no longer mattered at all… only Lin Feng’s response did.

No one could meet Lin Feng’s eyes. The entire field stood in uneasy silence, each student quietly aware that they had, in one way or another, contributed to the situation.

It wasn’t just simple admiration anymore.

Their exaggerated praise, their excited storytelling, and their careless reports sent back to their clans had already carried Lin Feng’s name far beyond Spirit Spring Academy.

What started as internal discussion had slowly turned into rumors… and those rumors had spread across cities, then sects, and eventually reached even distant forces thousands of miles away.

Now, standing here before them, that reality had returned in the form of Elder Bai Yun. Lin Feng glanced at the old man kneeling before him and let out a faint sigh, his expression calm but unreadable.

“You have one minute,” he said evenly.

There was no pressure in his tone, no urgency… just a simple statement of time. Yet somehow, it carried more weight than any threat. Elder Bai Yun immediately understood.

He did not hesitate even for a fraction of a second.

“Thank you, Young Master Lin Feng!” he said quickly, then lowered his head in respect before speaking rapidly. “It is like this… I have a daughter. She has been afflicted by a strange and unknown curse since she was very young.” His voice grew heavier as he continued, each word carrying years of helplessness.

“From childhood until now, she has remained in a deep, unending sleep. She breathes… her body is warm… but she has never once opened her eyes. She cannot speak, cannot move… she is like someone trapped between life and death.” A faint tremor entered his voice, but he forced himself to continue.

“I have searched everywhere. I have brought her to countless divine physicians, famous alchemists, sect healers, wandering sages… anyone with even a shred of reputation in medicine or cultivation. I have traveled across regions, even ventured into forbidden territories, hoping for a miracle…”

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

“…but none of them could even identify the source of her condition. Every diagnosis ended in confusion. Every attempt at treatment ended in failure.” For a brief moment, his voice cracked.

“I have watched her like this for years… unable to wake, unable to grow, unable to live the life she should have had.” Then, suddenly, Elder Bai Yun dropped fully to his knees.

He bowed so deeply that his forehead touched the ground, his posture no longer that of a powerful sect elder, but of a desperate father with nothing left to lose.

“Please, Young Master Lin Feng!” he begged. “I beg you to help me save her! If you are willing, this old man will offer anything in return… my treasures, my sect contributions, my loyalty… even my life if you desire it!” His voice echoed across the silent field, raw with desperation.

“I will become your servant without hesitation… as long as you can save my daughter!” The atmosphere grew heavy again.

Even the students who had been quietly watching felt their expressions soften. The seriousness of the request was undeniable. All eyes slowly turned back toward Lin Feng, waiting for his response.