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

Lin Feng was soon introduced to the gathered crowd.

Since this was the Tang Clan, news of his arrival had already spread throughout the estate like wildfire.

Curiosity filled the hearts of countless clan members, and even the reclusive elders who rarely showed themselves emerged from their secluded residences to personally witness the mysterious expert who had astonished the entire clan.

One after another, powerful figures arrived in the grand hall.

Their auras were restrained, yet each of them possessed cultivation that could shake cities and mountains.

Normally, individuals of their status would not bother attending such an event, but the stories surrounding Feng Lin had become too unbelievable to ignore.

The moment their gazes landed upon Lin Feng, their expressions immediately changed.

"This Senior Feng Lin is as deep as the ocean!"

An elder with snow-white hair narrowed his eyes and carefully observed Lin Feng.

Yet the more he looked, the more confused he became.

"I can’t read him at all."

Another elder nodded solemnly.

"I feel the same way. The more I look, the less I can see. It is as if he is standing right before us, yet at the same time he is countless worlds away. This senior is truly not simple."

The elders quietly exchanged glances. Their hearts were already filled with shock.

These particular elders had not been present when Lin Feng created his legendary masterpiece... a painting formed from a single brush stroke that contained an incomparably profound Dao.

At the time, many elders who witnessed that miraculous scene had broken through on the spot.

Some had shattered long-standing cultivation bottlenecks that had trapped them for centuries, while others had entered states of sudden enlightenment, comprehending truths they had spent their entire lives pursuing.

When those elders later recounted the event, many within the clan found it difficult to believe.

After all, a single stroke causing multiple breakthroughs sounded more like a myth than reality.

Yet now that they were standing before Feng Lin himself, doubts began to disappear from their hearts.

Although Lin Feng sat calmly in his seat, appearing no different from an ordinary scholar, every movement he made seemed to harmonize with heaven and earth.

His breathing was steady and natural. His posture was relaxed.

Yet the surrounding spiritual energy unconsciously revolved around him as if he were the center of the world.

The elders attempted to probe him with their divine senses, but every attempt ended in failure.

Lin Feng felt like a bottomless abyss. No matter how far they looked, they could not discover his limits.

One elder secretly released a strand of spiritual sense that was powerful enough to inspect even peak experts.

However, the moment it approached Lin Feng, it disappeared without a trace like a drop of water falling into an endless sea.

The elder’s pupils contracted.

"What terrifying cultivation!"

Cold air filled the room.

At that moment, the elders finally understood why Tang Jingyan and the others spoke of Feng Lin with such reverence.

This was not merely an expert.

This was a supreme existence whose cultivation had likely reached a realm far beyond their imagination.

Many of the elders immediately became respectful.

Some even lowered their heads slightly in greeting, unwilling to offend such a mysterious senior.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng remained completely calm. Inwardly, however, he was trying hard not to laugh.

’They’re overthinking things again,’ he mused inwardly.

The more they tried to inspect him, the more mysterious he appeared.

As a result, the respect in their eyes only grew stronger with every passing second.

Naturally, Tang Jingyan’s parents were present as well.

Her father, Tang Wei, was the current clan leader of the Tang Clan, a powerful cultivator respected throughout the region.

Beside him stood his wife, whose beauty was every bit as breathtaking as her daughter’s.

Her long blonde hair flowed down her back like strands of liquid gold, shimmering gently beneath the light.

Yet her hair was only a small part of her charm.

The moment one’s gaze fell upon her face, it was difficult to look away.

Her features seemed sculpted by the heavens themselves, possessing an elegance that words could scarcely describe.

She had the youthful appearance of a woman in her early twenties, but her eyes carried the maturity and wisdom of countless years.

The combination of youthful beauty and refined grace created a unique charm capable of captivating the hearts of many.

Every smile and every movement she made seemed naturally elegant.

Compared to Tang Jingyan’s youthful and scholarly beauty, her mother possessed a mature and noble allure that had only grown more enchanting with time.

The moment she saw Lin Feng, her eyes immediately lit up.

Unlike many of the clan members who were focused on Lin Feng’s mysterious cultivation, what interested her most was his attainments in the Dao of Painting.

After all, she too was a devoted lover of the arts.

The stories surrounding the miraculous painting Lin Feng had created had already reached her ears.

A single brush stroke had enlightened cultivators and helped elders break through long-standing bottlenecks.

To someone who cherished painting, such a feat was nothing short of legendary.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she stepped forward.

"Senior Feng Lin, how were you able to attain such mastery in the Dao of Painting?"

Her beautiful eyes shone with anticipation.

Before Lin Feng could answer, another question followed.

"If Senior does not mind me asking, how old are you?"

A moment later she asked yet another.

"Does Senior accept disciples? If so, would there be an opportunity for others to study under you?"

The rapid succession of questions caused several elders nearby to chuckle.

It was rare to see the dignified wife of the clan leader acting so excited.

Tang Wei could only smile helplessly.

His wife normally carried herself with grace and composure, but whenever the topic of painting arose, she became as enthusiastic as a young student meeting a legendary master for the first time.

Tang Jingyan was not surprised in the slightest.

After all, her mother’s love for painting was every bit as great as her own.

In fact, it was her mother who had first introduced her to the Dao of Painting when she was still a child.

Now that a figure such as Feng Lin had appeared before them... a peerless master whose artistic attainments had seemingly reached a realm beyond imagination it was only natural that both mother and daughter would be unable to contain their excitement.

The two women stared at Lin Feng with bright, expectant eyes, eagerly awaiting his response.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng could not help but smile inwardly.

It seemed that no matter where he went, his reputation as an artistic master attracted countless admirers.

He answered them the best could and parried some of the questions wisely.

***

Five hours after the feast had begun, the atmosphere had become far more relaxed and lively.

Delicacies from both land and sea filled the tables, while countless jars of fine spiritual wine were opened one after another.

The wine served by the Tang Clan was no ordinary alcohol.

Each jar had been brewed for decades or even centuries, containing rich spiritual energy that could nourish a cultivator’s body and soul.

As the hours passed, laughter echoed throughout the grand hall.

Even powerful cultivators who could normally remain unaffected by mortal pleasures found themselves feeling pleasantly light-headed.

Faces were flushed, conversations became more animated, and the barriers of formality gradually disappeared.

It was at this moment that Tang Jingyan’s mother, Tang Bingyao, finally gathered the courage to ask a favor she had been contemplating for the entire evening.

She stood from her seat and respectfully cupped her hands toward Lin Feng.

"Senior Feng Lin, please forgive this junior if I am being too direct."

Her voice carried both nervousness and anticipation.

"This junior has heard countless stories about Senior’s attainments in the Dao of Painting. Jingyan has described them to me many times tonight, yet words can only convey so much."

Tang Bingyao took a deep breath.

"This junior only wishes to witness the pinnacle of the Dao of Painting once in this lifetime. Would Senior be willing to grant me this wish?"

The entire hall immediately fell silent.

Everyone turned toward Lin Feng.

Many of them had heard the same stories.

Some had even witnessed the miraculous brush stroke that had enlightened numerous cultivators.

Yet none would refuse the opportunity to witness another display of such heaven-defying artistic mastery.

Tang Jingyan also looked at Lin Feng expectantly.

Although she had already seen his painting before, she still felt excitement bubbling within her heart.

After all, every action taken by a true grandmaster contained endless profundities.

Lin Feng smiled gently.

"Of course."

He rose from his seat without the slightest hesitation.

"That is hardly a difficult request."

His calm voice spread throughout the hall.

"When one has truly mastered something, sharing it with others is a joy rather than a burden. If my humble attainments can provide enlightenment to fellow cultivators, then that itself is a blessing."