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

While Lin Feng was enjoying the grand feast, surrounded by laughter, music, and endless streams of fine wine, someone else in a forgotten corner of the world was experiencing a fate far crueler than death.

The contrast could not have been greater.

One side celebrated life.

The other embraced corruption.

Hidden beneath the roots of an ancient mountain where no sunlight had shone for countless years, an eerie black mist twisted through the air.

The space itself seemed sick, as though reality instinctively rejected whatever had taken root there.

Every blade of grass had withered, every insect had fled, and even the earth had turned an unnatural shade of gray.

At the center of this desolate land stood a tiny sapling.

Its trunk was pitch-black, its branches crooked like skeletal fingers, and strange crimson veins pulsed beneath its bark as though blood still flowed within it.

It was no ordinary tree.

It was Shen Jue.

Or rather...

...what remained of Shen Jue.

His human body had completely disappeared.

His bones, flesh, blood, and even his spiritual meridians had all become nourishment for the sinister transformation.

Only his consciousness remained intact, imprisoned within the little black tree.

His soul trembled violently.

"No!!"

"I want to see Tang Jingyan!"

"You promised me!"

His furious scream shook the underground cavern, but no human ears were present to hear it.

His voice only echoed against the cold stone walls before fading into silence.

Moments later, the familiar mysterious voice answered him.

Its tone was calm and gentle, almost fatherly.

"I will."

"I promise that Tang Jingyan will become yours."

"You simply need to be patient, my little tree."

Those soothing words were enough to calm most people.

But Shen Jue was no longer capable of thinking rationally.

His obsession had completely devoured every shred of logic he once possessed.

"I won’t!"

"It’ll be too late!"

"What if another man takes her before then?"

"What if Feng Lin eats her?!"

"I want her now!"

"I don’t want anyone touching her!"

"I don’t want anyone even looking at her!"

"She belongs to me!"

His voice became increasingly hysterical.

Even though he had already lost his human body, the obsession within his soul only grew stronger.

Every moment Tang Jingyan existed outside his reach felt like torture.

Every possibility that another man might stand beside her ignited unbearable jealousy inside him.

The mysterious voice remained silent for several breaths.

It almost sounded as though it were smiling.

"Do not worry."

"No one will touch her."

"I swear it upon my Dao."

"I give you my Dao Oath."

The instant those words left its mouth...

BOOM!!

A deafening explosion erupted across heaven and earth.

Lightning flashed through the endless skies.

The Heavenly Dao had responded.

A pillar of golden lightning descended from the heavens before vanishing just as quickly, confirming that the oath had been acknowledged by the world’s laws.

Even Shen Jue froze.

Dao Oaths were sacred.

Once established, they became contracts witnessed by Heaven itself.

Breaking one invited terrifying karmic backlash.

The mysterious existence naturally understood this better than anyone.

It was, after all, an outsider.

A foreign entity that had invaded Lin Feng’s multiverse.

Unlike the native cultivators, it could not freely ignore the Heavenly Dao’s authority.

As an alien lifeform, every violation of the world’s laws would provoke even harsher punishment upon it.

For now...

It had no intention of provoking the Heavenly Dao unnecessarily.

"...Alright..."

Shen Jue finally whispered.

"I trust you."

His violent emotions slowly subsided.

The crimson veins beneath the little black tree gradually stopped pulsating.

Its branches lowered.

Its leaves became motionless.

Before long, the entire tree stood perfectly still, resembling nothing more than an ordinary dead sapling growing inside a lifeless cavern.

Silence returned.

Time quietly passed.

Perhaps hours.

Perhaps days.

Perhaps even months.

Only after confirming that Shen Jue’s consciousness had entered a deep slumber did the mysterious voice speak once again.

This time...

There was no warmth.

No gentleness.

Only endless contempt.

A low chuckle echoed throughout the cavern.

"Heh..."

"Mortals truly are fascinating creatures."

"They willingly reject reality in exchange for comforting lies."

"They deceive themselves long before others ever deceive them."

"They hear only what they wish to hear."

"They believe only what satisfies the desires festering within their hearts."

The black mist surrounding the tree thickened.

The unseen entity slowly circled around the little sapling like a predator admiring its prey.

"It was never difficult to corrupt them."

"All one must do is find the desire they refuse to abandon."

"Love."

"Revenge."

"Power."

"Immortality."

"Fear."

"Once they cling to any one of these strongly enough..."

"They will gladly forge their own chains."

The voice paused before releasing another amused laugh.

"And this one..."

"It wasn’t even necessary to force him."

"He walked willingly into the abyss."

"The seed only needed a tiny crack."

"His obsession did the rest."

The little black tree shivered ever so slightly, as if responding unconsciously.

The mysterious being looked at it with satisfaction.

"Grow well, my little tree."

"One day, when the time is right..."

"You shall bloom."

"And when you do..."

"This peaceful realm of Lin Feng will witness the birth of a calamity unlike anything it has ever seen. It will be mine. Soon."

The darkness fell silent once more.

Far away, blissfully unaware of the sinister scheme taking root beneath his own world, Lin Feng continued laughing together with his disciples and guests, enjoying the feast that celebrated a new beginning.

Neither he nor anyone present realized that, hidden in the shadows of his multiverse, the first seed of a future disaster had already been planted.

***

Meanwhile, the feast eventually came to an end.

The joyous celebration lasted well into the night before the guests gradually departed, each returning to their respective sects and clans with unforgettable memories of the grand event.

Stories of Rong Xian’s miraculous victory and Lin Feng’s overwhelming generosity quickly began spreading throughout the whole Region, destined to become topics of discussion for many years to come.