I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 422 I Said the Pill Was Life-Saving, I Never Said It Wouldn’t Taste Like Dirty Socks
Her beauty was otherworldly and flawless to the point of being unreal but it carried a dangerous edge, like a poisoned blade wrapped in silk.
Suddenly… Her eyes shifted.
She looked toward a distant direction, her gaze piercing through countless mountains, rivers, and domains as if nothing could obstruct her sight.
A faint frown appeared on her delicate face.
“Someone… has healed a wound from my Emerald Void Arrow.”
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried an indescribable weight.
The moment those words left her lips, the surrounding mist trembled, and the skulls beneath her seemed to rattle faintly, as though reacting in fear.
That arrow was not something that could be easily erased. It carried her will. Her Dao. Her mark.
Anyone struck by it would be cursed for eternity, their life slowly eroded no matter how powerful they were.
Even the strongest beings could only suppress it… they could never truly remove it.
And yet now it has been undone completely.
Her frown deepened slightly, though there was a trace of intrigue in her eyes.
“Hmmm… is this an omen of change… or war?” she murmured.
For the first time in countless years, something had slipped beyond her control.
Something… unexpected. She did not move.
She simply sat there, her gaze fixed in that distant direction for a very, very long time.
As if trying to peer through the fabric of fate itself and find the person who dared to erase her mark.
***
An hour later, the healing finally came to an end.
The oppressive silence in the chamber lifted, replaced by a calm, steady stillness as if the very air had been cleansed.
It was at this moment that Shi Hanfeng and Deng Zimo began to stir.
“…What happened?” Shi Hanfeng muttered, his brows tightly knit as he slowly pushed himself up.
“Ohhh… my head…” Deng Zimo groaned, clutching his temples as a dull ache throbbed through his mind.
The two of them remained dazed for a few breaths, their thoughts sluggish and disoriented.
But as seasoned cultivators, their senses quickly returned.
Their eyes sharpened, and almost instinctively, they looked forward…
Only to see Lin Feng walking toward them, calm and composed as ever.
Before they could even process the situation, a deep breath echoed behind him.
Xiao Yan inhaled slowly, his chest rising with newfound strength.
Then… He took a step. Not with the aid of a sword. Not with trembling limbs. But firmly. Steadily.
A faint ripple spread from his body as his aura stabilized… no longer chaotic, no longer suppressed.
It was vast and boundless, like a dormant volcano that had fully awakened.
Xiao Yan closed his eyes briefly, feeling every inch of his body. His meridians flowed smoothly.
His vitality surged like an endless river.
The lingering pain that had haunted him for over a hundred thousand years was gone.
Completely gone.
“…My heyday,” he murmured softly, a complicated expression crossing his face.
He had finally returned to the height he once stood upon. Yet, there was a trace of regret.
More than a hundred thousand years wasted in stagnation, crippled by a wound he could never overcome.
Still…
Compared to before when he could barely walk without leaning on his sword like a cane…
This was nothing short of rebirth.
“I healed him, Elder Shi,” Lin Feng said plainly, his voice cutting through the moment. “Don’t go back on your word.”
Shi Hanfeng froze.
Then his gaze shifted from Lin Feng… to Xiao Yan. And what he saw made his heart tremble.
There was no trace of weakness left. No hidden injury. No suppressed aura.
Xiao Yan stood there like a towering mountain… unshakable, complete.
Shi Hanfeng inhaled sharply.
“…You really did it.”
Everything that followed happened swiftly. Too swiftly. The news spread like wildfire.
A new Medicine King had been crowned. And his name… Lin Feng.
The entire Dao Origin City was thrown into an uproar.
The title of Medicine King was not something casually given.
It represented the absolute pinnacle of healing arts, a position only granted to those who had proven themselves through countless achievements and decades if not millennia of recognition.
At the Medicine Pavilion, the elders and old fogeys were initially reluctant. Skeptical. Even resistant.
But all doubts vanished the moment they learned the truth. Lin Feng had healed Xiao Yan.
Not merely suppressed his condition. Not merely extended his life.
But completely restored him, bringing back a legendary powerhouse who had once stood at the peak of the world.
Someone they themselves had been utterly powerless to help.
They had all seen Xiao Yan’s condition. They had all tried. And they had all failed. Yet Lin Feng…
Had accomplished the impossible.
Their understanding of healing was overturned entirely.
“Did you hear? There’s a new Medicine King and his name is Lin Feng!”
“Lin Feng? How come I’ve never heard of him before?”
“Same here…”
Voices filled the streets, the markets, the inns and every corner of Dao Origin City buzzed with speculation.
Confusion spread just as quickly as the news itself.
To become a Medicine King, one must first be a renowned Medicine Master.
Fame, reputation, achievements… these were prerequisites.
Such a figure should have been known far and wide long before ascending to that title.
And yet… No one had any information on Lin Feng. No past. No reputation. No records.
It was as if he had appeared out of thin air… and in a single day, stepped onto the very peak.
Which only made one question echo louder in everyone’s mind…
Who exactly… was Lin Feng?
***
Meanwhile, while the entire Dao Origin City buzzed with curiosity about Lin Feng, someone had already stepped forward and openly voicing opposition.
“I object to Lin Feng being granted the title of Medicine King!”
The voice rang out loudly, cutting through the crowd like a blade. Instantly, countless gazes turned toward the source.
It was Long Aotian.
He stood tall at the forefront, his expression stern, his eyes filled with undisguised dissatisfaction.
