I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 370 The Peerless Sword Saint is Currently Washing Dishes

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 The Peerless Sword Saint is Currently Washing Dishes

The faintest hint of understanding flickered within them, but he did not comment on her words again.

Instead, his attention settled fully on Bai Lian.

He was ready to begin.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand from Bai Lian’s wrist and straightened, his expression calm and assured.

Then, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, he began listing the items he needed.

“Prepare a basin of warm water. Three stalks of broccoli, one potato, two tomatoes, and three onions… freshly picked. And…” He paused briefly, as if weighing his thoughts. “A small jade needle set will suffice.”

The moment his words fell, both Elder Bai Yun and Bai Meili froze.

They looked at him as if they had misheard.

“Th-that’s all?” Bai Yun asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Over the years, the so-called experts they had invited had demanded rare treasures, priceless pills, or absurdly complicated formations.

Some had even required entire rooms filled with spiritual artifacts just to begin.

But Lin Feng’s request… it was absurdly simple.

Bai Meili’s brows furrowed deeply, her suspicion immediately rising.

“You’re joking, right?” she said, unable to hide the doubt in her voice. “You expect to cure my sister with just those things?”

To her, it sounded no different from a child’s play.

Lin Feng merely glanced at them, his expression unchanged. “If you doubt me, then there’s no need to proceed.”

His tone was calm, yet carried an unshakable confidence.

Elder Bai Yun reacted instantly.

“No, no… please wait, Young Master Lin Feng!” He shot a quick glare at Bai Meili before turning back respectfully. “We will prepare everything immediately.”

Without another word, he hurried to make arrangements.

Bai Meili remained where she stood, her eyes fixed on Lin Feng, her emotions tangled between doubt and a faint, reluctant hope she did not want to admit.

Could it really be… this simple?

The requested ingredients arrived swiftly.

None of them were rare or precious spiritual materials, and in a place like this, they were easy to gather.

Within minutes, everything was neatly arranged before Lin Feng, still carrying the faint scent of earth and morning dew.

“Is Mentor Lin Feng going to cook?” Su Wanwan murmured under her breath, her bright eyes fixed on the ingredients.

For a brief moment, she even swallowed, unable to stop the small wave of hunger that rose within her.

The vegetables looked fresh and crisp and looked delicious.

Lin Feng did not waste a single moment.

With a casual flick of his sleeve, a sturdy chopping board appeared in his hand, followed by a sharp, gleaming knife.

Both were taken from his storage ring.

His movements were smooth and practiced, devoid of any unnecessary flair, yet strangely mesmerizing to watch.

Slice.

Slice.

Slice.

The sound of the blade rhythmically striking the board echoed softly in the room.

Each cut was precise, reducing the vegetables into fine, even fragments.

Broccoli, potato, tomatoes, and onions and each was handled with the same level of care, as though their ordinary nature held some hidden significance.

Before long, the ingredients were no longer recognizable as whole vegetables.

They had been minced into a uniform mixture, releasing a surprisingly rich and layered aroma that filled the air.

It was not merely the scent of food and it carried something deeper, something faintly invigorating.

Lin Feng then produced a pot from his storage ring and transferred the mixture into it.

The minced vegetables settled together, forming a thick, vibrant blend.

The onlookers watched in silence, confusion growing in their eyes.

Then, Lin Feng reached for the jade needle set.

He picked up a single needle between his fingers, its surface faintly gleaming with a soft, spiritual luster.

Without hesitation, he dipped the tip into the mixture within the pot, allowing it to absorb the essence of the finely prepared ingredients.

His expression turned focused.

With a steady hand, he lifted the needle and gently pressed it against Bai Lian’s forehead.

Pierce.

The motion was clean and precise.

Without pause, he took another needle, dipped it again into the mixture, and moved to her left cheek.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow and they carried a natural rhythm, as though guided by instinct.

Pierce.

Then the right cheek.

Pierce.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The soft, rhythmic sounds echoed in the quiet room, each one marking the placement of another needle.

One by one, the jade needles found their positions across Bai Lian’s delicate face and upper body.

Every insertion was deliberate, forming an intricate and almost artistic pattern.

No one spoke.

The casualness from before had vanished, replaced by quiet awe.

Lin Feng did not stop.

His hands moved with unwavering precision, dipping, lifting, and placing each needle as though he were weaving something invisible into Bai Lian’s body.

The strange vegetable mixture clung faintly to the needles, carrying with it an unspoken purpose.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Time seemed to stretch as the final needles were used.

Only when the last jade needle was placed did Lin Feng’s hand finally come to rest.

The set was empty.

And yet, the air in the room had subtly changed, as though something unseen had begun to stir.

Once he was done, something strange began to happen.

The jade needles embedded in Bai Lian’s body suddenly trembled faintly.

A dark hue crept across their once-lustrous surfaces, spreading like ink through clear water.

What had once gleamed with spiritual brilliance now turned pitch black, as though all impurities had been drawn into them.

Then they began to dissolve.

Not falling, not breaking, but fading… turning into wisps of black mist that vanished into thin air.

One by one, the needles disappeared.

Silence filled the room as the final trace of black mist dissipated, leaving Bai Lian’s body completely free of the needles.

A single breath passed.

Then…

“Mnn…”

A soft moan escaped her lips.

Her delicate fingers twitched slightly, followed by a faint movement of her body, as though life itself was slowly returning to her limbs.