I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 387 I Didn’t Want This Treasure, But the Heavens Shoved It Down My Throat
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Chapter 387: Chapter 387 I Didn’t Want This Treasure, But the Heavens Shoved It Down My Throat
Shi Dong exploded in action.
His body surged forward like a thunderbolt, the air behind him tearing apart with a sharp, piercing screech.
His fist shot out, aimed directly at Lin Feng’s chest with ruthless precision, carrying the full intent to shatter his heart and crush his meridians in a single blow.
BOOM!
At that very instant, the spiritual essence within Shi Dong’s body erupted violently, no longer concealed in the slightest.
It surged outward like a raging storm, distorting the air and shaking the very ground beneath him.
The pressure was terrifying.
It felt as though a mountain had suddenly descended upon everyone present.
Cracks spread across the earth beneath his feet. Loose stones shattered into dust.
Several weaker students were forced to their knees instantly, their faces pale as they struggled to breathe under the crushing aura.
“This… this pressure!”
“Impossible!”
“He was hiding his cultivation?!” Panic rippled through the crowd. This was no ordinary expert.
This was a true powerhouse who had concealed himself until the decisive moment.
“Not good!” Dean Long’s expression changed drastically, his pupils shrinking as he felt the terrifying fluctuation.
“That old man is in the Spirit Severing Realm!”
His voice rang out with urgency, cutting through the chaos like a blade.
“Dodge, Mentor Lin Feng!” Shock filled his heart. He had completely underestimated Shi Dong.
To think this old fox had hidden his true cultivation so deeply and lowering everyone’s guard, enduring humiliation, all just to create this single, fatal opening.
By the time the truth was revealed… It was already too late. Shi Dong’s fist was already inches away.
The speed was too fast and the timing was too perfect.
Even the air around Lin Feng seemed to freeze under the pressure of the incoming strike.
And at the center of it all was Lin Feng who continued to stand still.
Facing a blow that could shatter mountains and end lives in an instant.
Just as Shi Dong’s fist was about to brush against the robes covering Lin Feng’s heart, his entire body froze mid-strike.
It wasn’t a gradual halt. It was absolute. As if the world itself had pressed pause on him alone.
“What… what’s happening to me?!” Shi Dong roared inwardly, his thoughts exploding in panic.
His eyes widened violently, veins bulging at his temples as he tried to force his arm forward.
Just a fraction of an inch and just enough to land the blow.
But no matter how fiercely he commanded his body, it refused to obey.
Nothing moved.
Not his fingers. Not his arm. Not even his breathing felt natural anymore.
Worse… his spiritual essence… once surging like a raging river had completely stilled.
It was as if an invisible hand had reached into his dantian and crushed all flow into nothingness.
Cold fear crept up his spine. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory surfaced in his mind.
A ridiculous, laughable claim he had dismissed without a second thought.
“He… he can defeat enemies using nothing but his eyes…” Shi Dong’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
His heart, though still beating, felt as if it had plunged into an icy abyss.
“No… that’s impossible…” he tried to deny it, but the reality in front of him crushed his thoughts mercilessly.
He couldn’t move. He couldn’t resist. He couldn’t even control his own body.
It was real. Lin Feng hadn’t lifted a finger. And yet… Shi Dong was already defeated.
“No… NOOOO!” he screamed within the confines of his mind, his consciousness trembling as terror consumed him.
The world around him began to dim.
His vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping inward like a closing curtain.
His jaw loosened involuntarily, lips parting as faint bubbles of saliva formed and slipped down his chin.
His breathing grew uneven, shallow, and completely beyond his control.
But Shi Dong was no ordinary cultivator.
He had survived countless life-and-death battles. He had clawed his way through rivers of blood, endured pain beyond imagination, and stood victorious where others had perished.
Even now, those instincts refused to let him surrender.
Move…!
Move, damn you!
With every ounce of willpower he could muster, he tried to bite down on his tongue to use pain as a final spark to reignite control over his body.
Nothing. His jaw wouldn’t close. His muscles didn’t respond.
It was as if his body no longer belonged to him. Panic escalated into pure, suffocating despair.
Still unwilling to accept defeat, he made one last desperate attempt.
Deep within his memories lay a forbidden technique… something he had only used when standing at the brink of death.
A method that burned vitality in exchange for a moment of explosive control.
He tried to activate it.
Forced his thoughts. Pushed his will. Reached for that final lifeline…
But it was like grasping at empty air. There was nothing. No response. No reaction. Only silence.
And then… something else gave way.
A warmth spread through his lower body not the heat of power, but something far more humiliating.
His control slipped entirely, dignity shattering alongside his consciousness.
His eyes rolled back slightly. The last trace of awareness flickered then vanished.
Thud!
Shi Dong’s body dropped heavily to the ground like a lifeless sack of flesh, his unfinished punch collapsing with him.
Dust rose faintly upon impact, the sound echoing far louder than it should have in the stunned silence.
A dark stain spread across his robes, and an unpleasant stench quickly began to seep into the air.
Moments ago, he had stood tall and arrogant, confident, convinced of his superiority.
Now, he lay sprawled on the ground. Defeated without landing a single blow.
Reduced to nothing more than a cautionary tale… proof that before Lin Feng… even the proudest could be brought low without resistance.
“What?! His qi has backflowed so violently that his lower gates have burst! To lose control of his bodily functions in the presence of Mentor Lin Feng! He really came here just to court death!” a big fatty’s voice rang out in the scene.


