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

Tang Jingyan pointed toward the painting of the immortal mountains.

"The Dao of Painting judges the painting, not the painter’s circumstances. If a blind woman can create a work that surpasses all others present, then that is a testament to her talent and attainment."

Many people in the crowd nodded in agreement.

Even some of those who had voiced objections earlier found themselves unable to refute his reasoning.

Tang Jingyan raised her voice, ensuring that every person in the venue could hear her clearly.

"Therefore, after the unanimous judgment of the panel and according to the rules of the competition, I hereby declare..."

A brief pause followed. Everyone held their breath.

"The winner of this Dao of Painting Competition is Miss Rong Xian!"

The announcement echoed throughout the arena.

For a moment, there was complete silence.

Then thunderous applause erupted from every direction as everyone stood in praise.

Cheers and congratulations filled the air as countless spectators rose to their feet.

Rong Xian stood frozen in place, unable to believe what she was hearing.

After years of enduring ridicule, doubt, and pity because of her blindness, she had finally proven herself before the world.

And today, under the gaze of countless cultivators, her name would be remembered as the champion of the competition.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue as the crowd rose to their feet.

Words of praise and admiration flooded the air like an unstoppable tide.

Even the participants who had previously questioned Rong Xian’s abilities could only remain silent.

Their mouths were tightly shut.

Tang Jingyan had already delivered the final verdict, and to continue arguing now would only bring ridicule upon themselves.

No matter how unwilling they felt, they had no choice but to accept the result.

"Miss Rong Xian truly deserves this victory!"

"That’s right! She’s blind, yet she managed to create such a masterpiece before all of us. What she has accomplished is nothing short of a miracle!"

"The Dao of Painting values results, not excuses. Her painting speaks for itself!"

"I have never seen anything like it. To think that someone without sight could possess such profound comprehension of painting!"

"And she’s incredibly beautiful as well. With talent and looks like hers, she’s destined for greatness!"

"After today, the entire region will know her name!"

The applause only grew louder and louder.

Many people looked toward Rong Xian with admiration, respect, and even a trace of reverence.

Some younger painters stared at her with shining eyes, regarding her as an inspiration.

Others felt ashamed for having doubted her earlier.

A blind woman had stepped onto the stage and defeated countless talented painters through nothing but her own ability.

At that moment, Rong Xian stood beneath the countless gazes of the crowd.

For the first time in many years, she felt warmth spreading through her heart.

The cheers were not born from pity for her blindness, nor sympathy for her circumstances.

They were praising her as a painter. They were acknowledging her talent.

They were recognizing her achievement.

And that meant more to her than any prize she could ever receive.

The applause and standing ovation continued for a full ten minutes before it gradually subsided.

Only when the excitement had finally settled did the crowd regain their composure.

Soon, every gaze in the venue shifted toward a single person.

Lin Feng.

The painting competition naturally had its own grand prize prepared for the champion.

Under normal circumstances, such a reward would have been the center of everyone’s attention.

However, after witnessing the incomprehensible might and unfathomable status of Feng Lin, the official prize seemed insignificant in comparison.

After all, before the competition had begun, he had personally promised to grant the winner a boon.

A boon from someone who embodied countless Daos.

Just the thought alone caused countless hearts to tremble.

"I wonder what Master Feng Lin will give Miss Rong Xian."

"It must be a peerless cultivation technique or a supreme treasure. I refuse to believe it could be anything less."

"Perhaps it will be an inheritance related to the Dao of Painting."

"Whatever it is, it will undoubtedly be something that can shake the entire cultivation world."

The crowd whispered among themselves, unable to contain their curiosity.

"I agree. I still can’t believe someone like Master Feng Lin truly exists. I must have used the fortune of ten generations of my ancestors just to witness him today."

"You’re not the only one. Before meeting him, I thought those ancient legends about beings who stood above the heavens were merely exaggerated stories."

"Now I know those stories were too modest."

The spectators looked toward Lin Feng with eyes filled with awe and reverence.

At this moment, he sat calmly in his seat without releasing even a trace of his aura.

Yet his very existence seemed to merge with heaven and earth.

The surrounding space appeared to revolve around him naturally, as though all Daos acknowledged him as their sovereign.

Some cultivators merely glanced at him before lowering their heads in respect, unable to withstand the pressure brought by his presence.

Others felt their hearts pounding wildly as they gazed upon him.

To them, it no longer felt as though they were looking at a man.

It was as if they were looking at the living embodiment of the Great Dao itself.

A being beyond mortals. A being beyond immortals.

A being who stood at a height that countless generations of cultivators could only dream of reaching.

Even Tang Jingyan and the elders of the Tang Clan found themselves unconsciously holding their breath.

The entire venue fell silent.

Everyone waited with anticipation to see what kind of heaven-defying reward Lin Feng would bestow upon Rong Xian.

Seeing that everyone’s attention was focused on him, Lin Feng naturally obliged.

He slowly rose from his seat and stepped into the air.

Gasps immediately echoed throughout the venue.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor was there any sign of a technique being activated.

Yet Lin Feng simply walked through the sky as though invisible stairs existed beneath his feet.

Each step was calm and unhurried, but every movement carried an indescribable elegance that seemed to resonate with heaven and earth itself.

The crowd stared in awe.

Many cultivators found themselves swallowing nervously.

"Heavens..."

"He is literally walking on air."

"How can something so simple look so profound?"

"It feels as though the world itself is supporting his steps."

Every eye followed him as he crossed the distance between the viewing platform and the stage.

A minute later, Lin Feng arrived before Rong Xian.

Standing face-to-face with the blonde beauty, he revealed a faint smile.

"Congratulations on winning the event, Rong Xian. Well done."

His gaze briefly landed on the magnificent painting she had created.

"The masterpiece you painted today was truly worthy of my coming here."

"Thank you, Senior Feng Lin."

Rong Xian bowed respectfully.

Yet as she raised her head and looked toward him, her heart suddenly trembled.

Unlike ordinary people, Rong Xian possessed a special heart that allowed her to perceive things beyond physical sight.

Although her eyes could not see the world, her heart could.

And what she perceived at this moment nearly left her breathless.

Around Lin Feng, countless Daos revolved like loyal subjects surrounding their emperor.

Endless rivers of fate intertwined around him.

The sun, moon, stars, heaven, earth, life, death, yin, yang, creation, destruction... everything seemed to exist because of him.

His existence was so vast that her heart’s perception could not even comprehend a fraction of it.

It was like trying to observe an endless ocean while standing before a single drop of water.

For the first time in her life, Rong Xian felt genuine shock.

At the same time, an indescribable feeling blossomed within her heart.

Her special perception had never guided her wrong.

And at this moment, every instinct within her soul was telling her the same thing.

Lin Feng was her destined Dao companion. The person she was fated to walk beside.

The person she had unknowingly been waiting for all her life.

The realization made her heart beat wildly.

Of course, no matter how bold she was, she could not possibly ask someone like Lin Feng to marry her in front of countless spectators.

That would be far too reckless.

However...

There was another path. A path that would allow her to remain by his side.

A path that would give her the opportunity to know him better.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng remained completely unaware of the storm raging inside Rong Xian’s heart.

"Now tell me," he said calmly, "what is your wish?"

His voice echoed clearly across the venue.

"I can grant you treasures beyond imagination, cultivation resources that countless people would kill for, or opportunities that may never appear again in a person’s lifetime."

The crowd instantly became excited.

Many secretly wished they were standing in Rong Xian’s position.

A boon from Feng Lin!

Even the smallest gift from him would likely shake the entire cultivation world.

Lin Feng himself expected her to request a supreme treasure, a cultivation technique, or perhaps a method to restore her eyesight.

What he did not expect was what came next.

Rong Xian suddenly took a step back before bowing deeply.

Her voice was firm despite the nervousness in her heart.

"Senior Feng Lin..."

The entire venue became silent.

"Can you take me as your disciple?"

The moment those words left her mouth, countless eyes widened in shock.

Even Lin Feng himself was momentarily surprised.

Of all the wishes he had imagined...

This was certainly not one of them.