I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 430 Crossing Ten Million Miles Just to Realize I Forgot My Sword
Xiao Yan’s lips twitched.
“So… you’re that kind of person as well.”
There was no judgment in his tone, only quiet understanding.
“I suppose… this will be the only way I can repay the favor of healing me.”
He turned without hesitation and began walking back toward his clan, his steps firm and deliberate.
A debt of that magnitude… could not be taken lightly.
And since spiritual treasures or cultivation resources might not impress someone like Lin Feng…
Then he would prepare something far more… appropriate.
As the wind stirred around him, Xiao Yan’s figure gradually disappeared into the distance and was already planning the repayment he believed would satisfy a man like Lin Feng.
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Several hours later, within a secluded hidden spring far from prying eyes, a woman stood quietly with a jade slip resting in her slender fingers.
Wisps of mist drifted lazily across the water’s surface, curling around her figure like a veil.
Her long, dark hair fell freely down her back, damp at the ends, clinging lightly to her smooth skin.
Beneath the faint glow of the surrounding spirit lamps, her complexion appeared flawless… pale and luminous, as if sculpted by the heavens themselves.
The spring was silent, save for the gentle trickle of flowing water and the faint rustle of leaves stirred by a distant breeze.
It was a place meant for solitude and relaxation.
“Medicine King Lin Feng…” she murmured softly, her voice barely louder than the whispering steam.
She repeated the name once more, slower this time, as if tasting each syllable.
Her gaze lowered to the jade slip.
Within it was not only detailed information about Lin Feng… his abilities, his recent actions, his rising reputation but also something far more valuable… a high-grade spatial talisman sealed within the slip itself.
Even without activating it, she could feel the faint fluctuations of space contained inside, restrained yet powerful.
“Senior Xiao Yan is really…” she began, her brows knitting slightly.
In the end, she did not finish her sentence, though the faintest hint of admiration flickered in her eyes.
She exhaled slowly, letting her thoughts settle.
The mission itself lacked clarity.
There were no strict instructions, no detailed plan… only a direction and an objective that left room for interpretation.
For a lesser cultivator, such ambiguity might breed hesitation or confusion.
But for her, it was simply another challenge.
As a core disciple of the Xiao Clan, she had long since learned to act decisively even when faced with uncertainty.
“I’ll see it through,” she said quietly, her tone steady.
With that, she began her preparations.
The next hour passed swiftly.
She stepped out of the spring, the water cascading gently from her form as she moved with calm precision.
With a flick of her wrist, a set of robes appeared from her spatial ring, draping over her figure in layers of soft fabric.
The attire was elegant yet practical and fitted for movement, yet refined enough to reflect her status.
She dried her hair using a trace of spiritual energy, then tied it loosely behind her back, leaving a few strands to frame her face.
Her expression had shifted entirely now no longer relaxed, but focused and composed.
Next came her equipment.
One by one, she checked the contents of her spatial ring… medicinal pills, defensive talismans, concealed weapons.
Each item was examined carefully, ensuring nothing had been overlooked.
Her movements were neither rushed nor overly cautious and simply efficient, as though she had done this countless times before.
By the time she finished, an hour had already passed.
She stood still for a brief moment, her gaze drifting toward the sky beyond the spring’s natural barrier.
The clouds moved slowly, undisturbed, giving no indication of the turbulence that was about to unfold.
“Time to go.”
Another hour later, she stood just outside Dao Origin City.
The vast city loomed in the distance, its towering walls and bustling aura visible even from afar.
Yet she did not approach it.
Instead, she raised the jade slip in her hand, her fingers tightening slightly as she channeled her spiritual energy into it.
The talisman responded instantly.
A low hum filled the air.
Then…
Bang!
Space itself shuddered violently.
A jagged crack split open before her, as if the fabric of reality had been forcibly torn apart.
The surrounding air twisted and distorted, forming a vortex that pulsed with overwhelming spatial energy.
The ground beneath her feet trembled, small fragments of stone lifting into the air before being crushed into dust by the pressure.
Her robes fluttered wildly, caught in the chaotic currents.
For a brief moment, she hesitated not out of fear, but instinct.
The power contained within the rift was immense, far beyond what ordinary teleportation formations could achieve.
Yet she did not retreat. Instead, she took a single step forward.
The moment she crossed the threshold, the rift surged violently.
A powerful force seized her body, pulling her into the swirling void.
Space folded in on itself, light and darkness blending into a chaotic stream as her surroundings vanished completely.
The rift collapsed as suddenly as it had appeared, sealing itself without leaving the slightest trace behind.
The skies outside Dao Origin City returned to normal, calm and undisturbed.
As if she had never been there at all.
The moment she materialized, she had already crossed a gap of thousands of miles, leaving Dao Origin City far over the horizon.
She did not need to search for him for long.
The information gathered by her clan was far more detailed than what one would expect for a mysterious man like Lin Feng.
With a light step, she ascended into the sky, her figure cutting gracefully through the clouds as she headed toward Clear Moon City.
The Xiao Clan had gained little directly from Lin Feng himself.
However, the same could not be said for the old man who had accompanied him, Deng Zimo.
For the price of a small fortune, the man had been more than willing to speak.
