I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 423 Why Use a Sword When You Can Simply Bark the Enemy to Death?

“He didn’t even take the Medicine King examination,” Long Aotian continued, his tone firm and unyielding. “There was no public assessment, no verification, no transparency whatsoever.”

Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some nodded subtly. Others exchanged uncertain glances.

Long Aotian took a step forward, his presence pressing down as he spoke again.

“I have every reason to believe that this process was manipulated,” he said coldly. “Perhaps someone was bribed. Perhaps certain individuals abused their authority.”

His words grew sharper, each sentence striking like a hammer.

“But regardless of the reason… such corruption should never be allowed to exist within these sacred halls of healing!”

The moment those words fell, the atmosphere shifted. Heavy. Tense. Dangerous.

The Medicine Pavilion was a place revered by all… a sanctuary where lives were saved and principles upheld.

To accuse it of corruption so openly was no small matter.

Yet Long Aotian showed no intention of backing down.

“And so,” Long Aotian declared, his voice echoing across the hall, “I, Long Aotian, formally challenge this decision.”

A brief pause. Then, with absolute certainty…

“Unless Lin Feng can prove here and now that he possesses the qualifications worthy of a Medicine King…”

“I will not acknowledge him.”

***

At this time, Lin Feng was seated within one of the inner halls of the Medicine Pavilion, surrounded by its most senior elders.

The atmosphere was warm and almost celebratory.

“Senior Lin Feng, you must stay,” one of the elders said with a polite smile.

“A feast must be held to commemorate your ascension as Medicine King.”

“Yes, yes,” another chimed in eagerly. “Such an occasion only comes once in a thousand years. It would be a shame not to celebrate it properly.”

But beneath their enthusiasm, there was something deeper. Curiosity. Expectation.

Even a trace of reverence.

These old healers were no fools.

Each of them had walked the path of medicine for countless years, saving innumerable lives and witnessing countless miracles.

Yet what Lin Feng had accomplished today… was beyond anything they had ever imagined.

To restore Xiao Yan completely… That was not just skill. That was something approaching the Dao itself.

Naturally, they wished to learn.

Even a fragment of Lin Feng’s insight could elevate their abilities and allow them to save countless more lives in the future.

And yet… Before the discussion could continue, a disturbance echoed faintly from outside.

Voices. Raised. Angry.

Though separated by layers of halls and formations, everyone present was a powerhouse.

Hearing the commotion below was effortless. The room fell into brief silence.

“…Please don’t mind him, Senior Lin Feng,” one elder said carefully, forcing a calm expression.

“Yes, yes,” another added quickly. “He has eyes, yet fails to see your greatness.”

“Long Aotian is young and impetuous,” a third elder said with a sigh. “He does not understand what he is saying.”

One after another, they spoke, trying to smooth over the situation before it could escalate.

But Lin Feng simply smiled.

A faint, amused smile.

“Aren’t I also young and impetuous?” he said lightly as he rose to his feet.

The elders were momentarily stunned. Before they could respond, Lin Feng had already turned toward the exit.

In truth… He had almost forgotten about Long Aotian.

That arrogant young master who strutted about as if the world revolved around him.

But now… Since the other party had come knocking on his door so eagerly…

It was time. Time to put an end to this foolish display of arrogance.

“This is not good…”

The elders’ expressions shifted instantly, alarm flashing through their eyes.

They had not expected things to escalate this quickly.

Long Aotian might be arrogant and blind, but his background was anything but ordinary.

He came from one of the most prominent clans in Dao Origin City.

If something were to happen to him here especially within the Medicine Pavilion… it would not end quietly.

“Senior Lin Feng, please don’t lower yourself to the level of a junior,” one elder said hurriedly, stepping forward.

“Allow me to handle this. I will personally teach Long Aotian a lesson… he will not repeat such reckless behavior again.”

Several others nodded in agreement, clearly anxious. But Lin Feng… Didn’t respond.

He simply walked past them. Calm. Unhurried. Unstoppable.

The elders exchanged helpless glances before quickly following behind.

A few moments later… Lin Feng arrived at the main hall. His eyes immediately landed on Long Aotian.

Standing tall. Defiant. Completely unaware of the storm he had just provoked.

Lin Feng paused for a brief moment.

Then, as if already deciding the outcome, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Interesting,” he said lightly. “A mere Medicine Master standing before a Medicine King… yet you neither kneel nor bow.”

His gaze sharpened slightly.

“You should already be singing praises before me.”

The words weren’t loud. But they carried an undeniable authority.

Long Aotian’s expression darkened.

“Never,” he replied coldly, meeting Lin Feng’s gaze without hesitation. “You are unworthy in my eyes.”

A ripple spread through the crowd. No one expected him to be this direct.

“I don’t know what you said to Senior Shi Hanfeng or what you offered him,” Long Aotian continued, his voice rising with conviction. “But your title as Medicine King is highly questionable.”

He took a step forward. Pointing directly at Lin Feng.

“It should be revoked.”

The Medicine Kings standing behind Lin Feng were stunned the moment Long Aotian’s words fell.

Their expressions changed drastically.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Aotian! Senior Lin Feng is…” one elderly Medicine King began, unable to hold back any longer.

But before he could finish… Lin Feng raised a hand. A simple gesture. Yet it instantly silenced him.

The old man froze, swallowing the rest of his words as he stepped back respectfully.

Lin Feng’s gaze remained calm as he looked at Long Aotian.

“I suppose… you do have a point,” he said lightly.

The crowd was taken aback.

Even Long Aotian narrowed his eyes slightly, not expecting that response.