I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 440 Ten Thousand Cultivators, One Brain Cell
However, the excitement of the day did not end there. If anything, it had only just begun.
The moment Lin Feng returned to his courtyard, the previously quiet surroundings instantly erupted into commotion.
Before, there had already been a few people kneeling outside his residence, hoping to gain his attention or perhaps receive a word of guidance from him.
Yet after today’s grand gathering, the situation had become even more exaggerated again.
The entire vicinity around Lin Feng’s courtyard had practically transformed into a temporary city overnight.
Thousands upon thousands of cultivators had gathered there.
Tents filled the surrounding area endlessly, stretching across nearby pathways and open grounds.
Some people sat meditating outside, others waited patiently with gifts in hand, while many simply hoped to catch a glimpse of the legendary Medicine King.
The moment Lin Feng appeared, the crowd instantly exploded into excitement.
“Look! It’s Medicine King Lin Feng!”
“Master Lin Feng has returned!”
“Mentor Lin Feng!”
“Senior Lin Feng!” Voices rang out endlessly one after another.
Many people immediately stood up from their cultivation spots while others hurriedly bowed deeply toward him.
The scene was incomparably lively despite the late hour.
Lin Feng looked at the massive crowd surrounding his courtyard and could not help but pause slightly.
Even he had not expected the number of people to increase this much within just a single night.
Some people had clearly traveled from extremely far away, their clothes covered in dust and exhaustion visible on their faces.
Yet despite that, their eyes still burned with excitement and anticipation as they stared toward Lin Feng like believers witnessing a living legend.
To them, Lin Feng was no longer merely a teacher or a medicine king.
He had already become a symbol of miracles.
From that day onward, Lin Feng became the center of attention throughout the entire region.
His fame spread like wildfire across countless cities, sects, clans, and kingdoms.
Everywhere people went, his name could be heard being spoken with awe and reverence.
The legendary Medicine King Lin Feng.
The mysterious young man who casually defeated a Spirit Severing powerhouse as though swatting away an insect.
The peerless genius whose medical skills were said to rival the heavens themselves.
Naturally, such a person became the target of endless admiration and pursuit.
Every single day, tens of thousands of people flooded toward Spirit Spring Academy just to catch a glimpse of him.
The once peaceful academy had transformed into the busiest place in the entire region.
Cultivators filled the skies riding flying swords, spirit beasts, and flying ships while luxurious carriages lined up endlessly outside the academy gates.
“Move aside! Don’t block the road!”
“Make way for the Azure Flame Sect!”
“Master Lin Feng has no time to meet everyone! Return another day!”
“Please, let me in! I only need one minute to speak with Master Lin Feng!”
The noise was endless.
Academy elders and disciples were overwhelmed trying to maintain order.
Even the guards stationed at the entrance were sweating heavily as they tried to manage the sea of people pushing forward endlessly.
Fortunately, despite the chaotic atmosphere, nobody truly dared to cause trouble.
Lin Feng’s terrifying display of power had already frightened everyone deeply.
The image of him crushing a Spirit Severing expert with overwhelming ease was still fresh in their minds.
Anyone capable of such a feat was definitely not someone ordinary cultivators could provoke.
Even arrogant young masters who usually acted tyrannically everywhere they went became obedient the moment they arrived at Spirit Spring Academy.
No one wanted to offend Lin Feng.
No one wanted to die.
Some came hoping to request healing for hidden injuries and incurable poisons.
Others wanted guidance in cultivation.
Some sought pills while others simply wished to establish connections with him before he rose even higher in the future.
Many people even brought priceless treasures as gifts.
Rare herbs thousands of years old. Ancient cultivation manuals.
Spirit stones piled like mountains. Exotic beasts. Beautiful women.
Everything imaginable was offered in hopes of earning even a little favor from Lin Feng.
Unfortunately for them, Lin Feng accepted very few visitors personally.
Inside his quiet courtyard, Lin Feng sat calmly under a tree while sipping tea leisurely as though the outside commotion had nothing to do with him at all.
“I’m not some charity organization,” Lin Feng muttered lazily. “If I helped everyone that came here, I wouldn’t have time to enjoy life anymore.”
To Lin Feng, cultivation and immortality were meant to be enjoyed.
He had no intention of exhausting himself endlessly for strangers.
Thus, only a small number of fortunate individuals were personally received by him.
Usually, those chosen either possessed great talent, rare treasures that interested him, or beautiful appearances pleasing to the eye.
This only made the outside world even more desperate.
“Master Lin Feng accepted someone from the Golden River Clan yesterday!”
“I heard he healed a crippled elder with just a wave of his hand!”
“They say he casually gifted a profound cultivation technique to one of his students!”
Rumors spread nonstop, causing even more people to rush toward Spirit Spring Academy.
Meanwhile, inside an extravagant inn near the academy, a richly dressed young master sat while frowning deeply.
Several servants stood around him nervously.
“I want to become Lin Feng’s true disciple,” the young master said firmly. “Not just one of those ordinary students listening from afar with thousands of others.”
“That may be difficult, Young Master,” an old servant replied carefully. “Master Lin Feng only publicly accepts students. In just one day alone, the number of students under him already surpassed fifteen thousand. At this rate, there may soon be over a hundred thousand people attending his lectures.”
“Hmph.”
The young master snorted coldly.
“How can those trash compare to me?” he said arrogantly. “I am the heir of the Black Jade Clan. My talent, wealth, and status are all superior to theirs.”
The servant lowered his head without speaking.
The young master narrowed his eyes in thought.
