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

Chapter 458 The Soup of Eternal Wisdom And Heartburn

Any one of them would be enough to captivate countless men across the world. Ming Hua had already investigated Lin Feng thoroughly before coming here, so she recognized many of them immediately.

Still, seeing them in person was entirely different from merely hearing rumors. Yet despite all the beauties present, her gaze was inevitably drawn toward the man seated at the center.

Lin Feng.

The moment her eyes landed on him, Ming Hua’s heart trembled once more. She could not see through him at all. It was not merely because his cultivation surpassed hers.

Rather, it felt as though he existed beyond the reach of comprehension itself.

Sitting there calmly, he seemed no different from an ordinary handsome young man, yet the deeper one looked, the more unfathomable he became.

It was like staring into an endless abyss... or perhaps gazing upon the vast heavens themselves. No aura leaked from his body. No oppressive pressure filled the room.

Yet his mere presence naturally became the center of everything around him.

"He truly is as mysterious and unfathomable as everyone says..." The thought immediately surfaced within Ming Hua’s mind.

For the second time that night, the ancient expert who had lived for over nine hundred thousand years felt genuinely shocked.

"Ming Hua, right? Come, sit and eat with us first. There’s nothing more important than eating and replenishing the body," Lin Feng invited with a warm smile as he gestured toward the lively tables filled with food and wine.

The fragrance of roasted spirit beast meat, immortal rice, and rich soups drifted through the courtyard.

Lanterns swayed gently overhead while laughter and chatter filled the air, giving the place a strangely peaceful feeling despite the terrifying identities of the people gathered there.

"Thank you, Master Lin Feng," Ming Hua replied quickly and respectfully.

Although her expression remained calm, her heart was not nearly as composed as it appeared on the surface.

She was one of the ancient Ming Clan’s greatest negotiators, a woman who had dealt with countless terrifying old monsters throughout her life.

She had stood before sect masters, ancient beasts, hidden clans, and even immortals whose names alone could shake continents.

Yet standing before Lin Feng made her feel a pressure unlike any she had experienced before.

It went without saying that her more than nine hundred thousand years of existence had made her exceptionally wise in the affairs of cultivators and mortals alike.

She understood people well and knew how to judge situations quickly. The first lesson she learned in life was simple: never offend someone you could not understand.

And Lin Feng was exactly that kind of existence. Ming Hua immediately chose a modest seat at the second table instead of attempting to sit close to Lin Feng himself.

She was careful with even such a small detail. With the number of beautiful women already surrounding Lin Feng, there was barely enough room at the main table anyway.

Some of the women were chatting happily with him while others secretly observed the newly arrived guest with curiosity.

Chen Nuo hurried over with surprising enthusiasm despite being only a mortal woman. She carefully placed fresh plates, cups, chopsticks, and warm spirit tea before Ming Hua.

"Honored guest, please eat as much as you want," Chen Nuo said kindly.

"Thank you," Ming Hua replied with a slight nod.

Although Chen Nuo appeared mortal, Ming Hua did not dare underestimate her in the slightest.

A mere mortal capable of serving calmly in a place filled with terrifying experts was already extraordinary in its own way.

The brief silence caused by Ming Hua’s arrival gradually disappeared. Before long, laughter returned once more.

Someone proposed a toast while another argued over which spirit beast meat tasted the best.

One of the girls even tried feeding Lin Feng personally, causing several others to complain loudly and join in immediately after. The atmosphere became lively and warm again.

Ming Hua quietly observed everything while sipping spirit tea. The more she watched, the stranger she found the scene before her.

These women did not treat Lin Feng with fear alone.

There was affection, admiration, dependence, and even playful boldness in the way they interacted with him.

Some ancient monsters ruled through terror, while others ruled through absolute strength. Yet Lin Feng somehow inspired both fear and intimacy at the same time. It was absurd.

And perhaps because of this absurdity, everyone around him appeared unusually relaxed.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng casually leaned back in his seat while appearing to listen to the conversations around him.

In truth, however, his divine sense had already quietly swept across Ming Hua from head to toe.

At first, he merely wished to understand her cultivation and intentions better. But the more he examined her, the stranger his expression became.

"Oh my..." Lin Feng nearly lost control of his expression.

"Ming Hua is already more than nine hundred thousand years old... yet she’s still a virgin?!" He was genuinely shocked inside.

Nine hundred thousand years!

Even many old monsters who secluded themselves for cultivation would occasionally seek dao companions to stabilize their hearts and emotions.

Yet this woman before him possessed an astonishingly pure yin aura untouched by any man. Her body, soul, and cultivation all carried signs of absolute purity.

The self-control of ancient cultivators was truly admirable to the extreme! Lin Feng secretly glanced at Ming Hua again with newfound respect.

At that moment, Ming Hua suddenly felt a strange chill run down her spine, as though some terrifying existence had just seen through every secret she possessed.

Her beautiful brows twitched slightly, but when she looked toward Lin Feng, she only found him lazily drinking wine with a harmless smile on his handsome face.

Still... for some reason, Ming Hua suddenly felt extremely uneasy.

An hour later, the dinner finally came to an end. The tables were now filled with empty plates, scattered wine cups, and the lingering fragrance of spirit food.

Some of the women were still chatting softly among themselves while others lazily leaned against their seats, clearly satisfied after the feast.