I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

"I hope to see something extraordinary today."

The atmosphere became tense.

Everyone could sense that his next words would be important.

Then Lin Feng slowly raised a finger.

"Therefore, for the individual who claims first place in this competition..."

He paused briefly.

Thousands of hearts nearly stopped beating.

"...I shall personally grant a great opportunity."

BOOM!

The entire venue erupted into chaos.

The spectators exploded into excited discussions.

The judges widened their eyes in shock.

Even Daoist Profound Jade and Daoist Falling Snow were surprised by this announcement.

A great opportunity from Senior Feng Lin?

Just what kind of reward would that be?

Nobody knew.

Yet that uncertainty only made it more tempting.

After all, everyone had heard the stories surrounding Lin Feng.

A casual painting from him had enlightened cultivators.

A few words from him had allowed artists to break through bottlenecks that had trapped them for decades.

If such a person promised a "great opportunity," then its value was undoubtedly beyond imagination.

The eyes of every participant instantly turned red with determination.

Their fighting spirit soared to unprecedented heights.

Some clenched their fists.

Some gritted their teeth.

Others looked at their rivals as though they had become mortal enemies.

At this moment, only one thought remained in their minds.

First place!

No matter what happened, they had to obtain first place.

Within the crowd, countless silent vows were made.

"I must win!"

"That opportunity belongs to me!"

"I will stand above everyone else!"

"No one can stop me!"

The competitive spirit that had already been intense now exploded like a volcano.

Seeing this, Lin Feng merely smiled faintly.

The competition had not even begun, yet the flames of ambition were already burning brighter than ever.

Exactly as he intended.

Lin Feng could clearly see the burning determination in the eyes of the participants.

Every one of them was staring at the competition grounds as though their entire future depended on today’s performance.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

This was exactly the kind of spirit he wanted to see.

Seeing the excitement in the crowd reach its peak, Tang Jingyan stepped forward and raised her hand.

"Let the contest begin!" she announced. "Show the world the power of your brush!"

Her voice echoed throughout the venue.

Immediately, thousands of participants sprang into action.

Storage rings flashed one after another as brushes, inkstones, pigments, and canvases appeared in their hands.

Some artists had prepared rare spiritual materials while others relied on simple tools, trusting in their own abilities rather than expensive equipment.

The competition had officially begun.

Anyone under one hundred years of age was eligible to participate. To ordinary mortals, such an age would seem ancient, but in the cultivation world it was merely the beginning.

A cultivator with a decent cultivation base could easily live for several centuries. Powerful experts could live for thousands of years.

Compared to such lifespans, being less than one hundred years old was still considered part of the younger generation.

Because of this, very few participants appeared elderly.

Most looked like men and women in their twenties or thirties despite some of them being several decades older.

The rules of the competition were simple.

The event would last for three full days.

During that time, each participant had to create a single masterpiece that would later be displayed before the judges and the audience.

Whether they chose landscapes, portraits, beasts, heavenly phenomena, or abstract artistic concepts was entirely up to them.

Three days was a generous amount of time.

It allowed artists to carefully refine their works rather than rush them.

Soon, the venue became a sea of concentration.

Brushes danced across canvases.

Ink flowed like rivers.

Spiritual energy flickered in countless forms as the participants poured their comprehension into their creations.

Some closed their eyes before painting, seeking inspiration.

Others immediately began drawing bold strokes filled with confidence.

The audience watched with fascination while discussing the various contestants.

"I heard that young master Zhao has already reached the fifth realm of painting intent."

"That girl from the Liu Clan is supposedly a once-in-a-century genius."

"Look at that brush technique! Incredible!"

Conversations could be heard everywhere.

Meanwhile, the judges’ platform was far from peaceful.

Although they were supposed to be observing the participants, many of the judges secretly wanted to strike up a conversation with Lin Feng.

After all, opportunities to interact with a mysterious grandmaster like him were incredibly rare.

Several judges exchanged glances.

Some wanted to ask about painting.

Others wanted guidance regarding calligraphy.

A few simply wished to become acquainted with him.

Unfortunately, none of them wished to appear too eager, so they restrained themselves for the time being.

Only Daoist Profound Jade and Daoist Falling Snow appeared completely comfortable around him.

This sight naturally caused many judges to feel a little envious.

Far away among the audience, however, there was one man whose mood could not have been more different.

He sat alone with several empty wine jars beside him.

One jar after another disappeared into his hands.

His face carried a bitter smile as his eyes remained fixed upon the judging platform.

More specifically, they were fixed upon Tang Jingyan.

At that moment, Tang Jingyan was standing near Lin Feng, occasionally speaking to him with a smile.

The scene felt like countless knives stabbing into the man’s heart.

This unfortunate individual was none other than Shen Jue.

"I spent so many years pursuing you, Miss Tang..."

He raised another wine jar and took a long drink.

"...yet in the end, it was all meaningless."

His smile became even more bitter. For years, he had admired Tang Jingyan.

He had trained harder because of her. He had attended gatherings because of her.

He had dreamed countless times of winning her heart. Yet all those hopes had quietly crumbled.

At first, Shen Jue had wanted to challenge Lin Feng. The thought had crossed his mind many times.

But after witnessing everything that had happened within the Tang Clan, he understood a harsh reality.