I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 424 Your Young Master is a Genius? My Dog Can Do Basic Alchemy
“Nobody here has actually seen me perform any healing,” Lin Feng continued.
“So it’s only natural to be skeptical, especially when I’ve just been given the title of Medicine King.”
He paused briefly, his lips curving into a faint smile.
“In that case, I know a simple way to resolve this.”
His eyes swept across the crowd.
“Does anyone have a pet in their beast storage that I could borrow?”
There was a moment of silence then someone quickly stepped forward.
“I do! Please, use mine, Senior Lin Feng!” a bystander said eagerly.
With a flick of his wrist, a small flash of light appeared, and a tiny creature emerged.
It was a dog. Barely the size of a palm.
Its fur was snow-white, soft and pristine, and its round eyes shimmered with innocence.
It blinked curiously at its surroundings, completely unaware of the situation it had just been thrown into.
“Woof!”
“Woof! Woof!”
A few people in the crowd couldn’t help but soften at the sight.
“Perfect,” Lin Feng said with a nod.
He then turned his gaze back to Long Aotian.
“I’ll let you witness the gap between us,” Lin Feng said. “And what a true Medicine King is capable of.”
The moment those words fell the atmosphere shifted once more. Everyone held their breath.
Lin Feng did not act immediately.
Instead, his gaze swept across the many cultivators gathered in the hall.
His expression was calm, but there was a deliberate seriousness in his eyes.
“What you are about to witness,” Lin Feng said slowly, his voice carrying clearly through the hall, “is something only a true Medicine King can accomplish.”
A brief pause.
“Do not attempt to imitate it or try this at home. Otherwise… the consequences will be irreversible.”
His warning sent a subtle chill through the crowd. Only after that did he lower his gaze…
Toward the small, snow-white puppy.
It looked up at him innocently, its tail wagging faintly, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
Lin Feng’s expression didn’t change.
“Scatter,” he whispered.
Poof!
In an instant…
The puppy’s body exploded into a fine mist of blood. It didn’t even have time to whimper.
A soft sound. Then nothing. Crimson spread across the ground, staining the pristine floor.
Silence. Absolute silence. Every single person froze.
Their eyes moved slowly, stiffly from the bloodstain… to Lin Feng… then back to where the puppy once stood.
Their minds struggled to process what they had just seen. Did he… just kill the poor puppy?
For a moment, no one spoke.
“Nooooo! My precious!” a voice cried out, breaking the silence.
The owner of the puppy rushed forward, his face pale, his eyes filled with grief and disbelief as he looked at the blood on the ground.
The hall descended into tension. Shock. Confusion. Even fear.
Lin Feng remained standing there, completely composed.
“Do not fear,” Lin Feng said calmly, his voice cutting through the rising panic.
“The dog is alive or rather… it will be brought back to life by my technique. Watch closely.”
The crowd froze.
Even the grieving owner halted mid-step, his body trembling as he looked back.
Lin Feng took a slow, measured breath.
His aura did not flare, nor did any overwhelming pressure descend.
Instead, there was only a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation as if something deeper than spiritual energy had been stirred.
“Come,” he said softly. And then a miracle unfolded. The scattered blood mist on the floor began to move.
At first, it was faint like ripples on still water.
Then, before everyone’s eyes, the crimson droplets reversed their flow, gathering together as if time itself had turned backward.
Gasps echoed through the hall. The blood rose. Condensed. Reformed.
In the blink of an eye, the stains vanished completely as though they had never existed.
And in their place was a small, snow-white puppy stood once more.
Its bright eyes blinked innocently as its tail wagged happily, completely unaware that it had just died moments ago.
“Woof!”
“Woof! Woof!”
Its cheerful barking shattered the suffocating silence.
The owner’s eyes widened, then instantly reddened with tears.
“My… my precious!” he cried, rushing forward and scooping the puppy into his arms.
He checked it frantically, his hands trembling, only to find it perfectly fine… warm, lively, and real.
Relief flooded his face. He looked up at Lin Feng.
But this time, his gaze was no longer filled with gratitude. It was filled with fear.
As if he were looking at something beyond human understanding. A monster.
Without saying another word, the man hugged his dog tightly, turned around, and ran almost stumbling in his haste to leave.
“I’ll never come back… never again…” he muttered under his breath, his voice shaking.
“Powerful cultivators are truly heartless…” His figure quickly disappeared into the distance.
Meanwhile, the hall remained silent. No one laughed. No one spoke.
Because what they had just witnessed… Was not simply healing.
It was control over life and death itself.
Everyone around Lin Feng stared at him as if he had suddenly grown ten heads.
Their expressions were no longer just shocked and they were shaken to the core.
“What… what kind of technique was that?”
“Did Medicine King Lin Feng just… reverse death itself?”
“Impossible! Even the greatest records don’t mention anything like this without severe backlash later!”
Whispers erupted throughout the hall. Some were filled with awe. Others with fear.
To destroy life was one thing. But to restore it so perfectly without flaw, without consequence…
That crossed into a domain none of them could comprehend.
Even the Medicine Kings present were silent, their eyes fixed on Lin Feng as if trying to unravel a mystery that simply refused to be understood.
Not everyone was convinced.
“Hahaha!”
A loud, mocking laugh broke through the tension.
Long Aotian stepped forward, his face full of disdain, as if everything he had just witnessed meant nothing.
“Who are you trying to fool?” he sneered.
“Do you think we are kids here that are easy to fool!m? A Medicine King exists to heal people, not beasts.”
His words were sharp, deliberately dismissive. The crowd quieted again, unsure how to react.
But Lin Feng… Remained completely calm. He looked at Long Aotian.
“What are you proposing, then?” Lin Feng asked lightly.
On the surface, his tone was casual. But deep inside he was already smiling.
