I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 133 I Could Defeat You with My Eyes Closed, But I Like Watching You Fail!

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 I Could Defeat You with My Eyes Closed, But I Like Watching You Fail!

Li Zhiyan, completely unaware of the waitress’s inner turmoil, followed half a step behind Lin Feng, carefully maintaining the proper distance expected of a maid.

Her posture was straight, her expression calm, but inwardly she was still somewhat stunned.

Even though she knew Lin Feng was wealthy, witnessing such casual extravagance firsthand was something else entirely.

They reached the restaurant’s main exit.

Outside, several small groups had already gathered near the entrance.

They stood in loose clusters, whispering among themselves while occasionally glancing toward the doorway.

The moment Lin Feng stepped out, their eyes lit up.

Smiles bloomed across their faces... wide, eager, almost flattering smiles meant to please.

Their gazes carried anticipation, respect... and a trace of calculation.

It was obvious they had not been waiting for just anyone.

They had been waiting specifically for Lin Feng.

What followed was nothing short of chaos.

A particularly bold middle-aged man stepped forward first, cupping his fists loudly.

"Teacher Lin Feng! I sincerely invite you to visit my clan! We will hold a grand feast in your honor! Fine wine, rare spirit beast meat... and countless beautiful maidens. You may choose anyone you fancy!"

Before Lin Feng could even respond, another clan representative shoved the man aside with a scoff.

"Your clan is small and crude, lacking even basic etiquette! What do you take Teacher Lin Feng for? Does he look like some common lecher who would chase after any woman? Shame on you!"

He immediately bowed deeply.

"Teacher Lin Feng, please accept my clan’s most sincere invitation. We value refinement and culture. The banquet we prepare will surely satisfy a man of your status. As for entertainment... everything will be arranged tastefully."

"Hah! Tastefully? You can barely afford spirit tea!" someone else interjected.

"Shameless! Absolutely shameless! Your clan barely ranks within the top thirty of Clear Moon City, and yet you dare speak so many lies before Teacher Lin Feng?" He turned sharply and bowed with exaggerated elegance.

"Teacher Lin Feng, please forgive that barbarian. Our clan has great honor and decorum. The banquet we prepare will be special and unique accompanied by zithers, poetry recitals, and the finest spiritual tea leaves aged over a century."

"Ha! Aged tea?" someone behind him snorted loudly. "Your so-called century tea tastes like boiled leaves!"

Another man rushed forward, nearly tripping over his own robes in his haste.

"Teacher Lin Feng, my clan recently discovered a minor spirit spring! The spiritual energy there is dense and pure. If you cultivate for even one night, the benefits would be immeasurable!"

"That spring dries up every winter!" someone shouted from the side.

"Lies! Slander!"

In an instant, more clan representatives surged forward from both sides.

"Teacher Lin Feng, come to our residence!"

"We possess a thousand-year spirit ginseng!"

"Our young ladies are all virtuous and talented!"

Each tried to outshout the other, boasting about treasures, resources, daughters, nieces, cousins... anything that might tempt him.

They pushed, argued, and glared at one another as though they were bargaining at a marketplace rather than addressing a respected teacher.

The once dignified restaurant entrance turned into a noisy spectacle.

It was almost comical.

Lin Feng stood calmly at the center of it all, hands behind his back, expression indifferent as if the chaos had nothing to do with him.

What was particularly noteworthy was that every one of these factions belonged to small and mid-tier clans.

They were eager, even desperate, to seize this opportunity to build a connection with him.

Conspicuously absent were the three big giants of Clear Moon City... the Ye Clan, the Li Clan, and the Yuan Clan.

None of the three great powers had shown up, nor had the other prominent families with established prestige.

It did not take long before more and more eyes began to drift toward Li Zhiyan.

At first, it was only a few curious glances.

Then it became deliberate stares.

She stood silently half a step behind Lin Feng, neither speaking nor drawing attention to herself.

Yet paradoxically, that very stillness made her even more noticeable.

Her posture was straight and composed, her hands folded neatly before her.

The gentle sway of her robes in the breeze only accentuated her graceful figure.

Under the afternoon light, her features seemed almost luminous.

It was difficult... impossible, even not to look.

Soon, the whispers began.

"Wait... isn’t that Li Zhiyan?"

"It is! That’s definitely her!"

"What is she doing behind Teacher Lin Feng like that?"

The tone of the crowd shifted almost instantly.

"Don’t tell me they’re already together?"

"Together? You mean..."

"Use your brain! She’s standing behind him like a shy maiden!"

"That posture... that distance... that beauty..."

The murmurs grew louder, more speculative, more animated.

"Has the Li Clan made the first move already?"

"No way..."

"Why not? Think about it. If they realized Teacher Lin Feng’s value before the rest of us, wouldn’t they try to secure him immediately?"

"But weren’t they enemies before? I heard there was tension between them just a few days ago. Didn’t the Li Clan even consider taking action against him?"

"You’re naïve," an older cultivator snorted.

"There are no eternal enemies in this world... only eternal interests. If Teacher Lin Feng’s potential outweighs past grudges, why wouldn’t the Li Clan swallow their pride?"

"That’s true..."

"And look at her position. She’s not standing beside him. She’s behind him."

"That means submission."

"That means acknowledgment."

"That means the Li Clan is showing their stance."

The implications spread like wildfire through dry grass.

The representatives of the smaller clans, who had been arguing moments earlier, began exchanging uneasy glances.

Some swallowed nervously. Others clenched their jaws.

If the Li Clan had truly moved first, then the situation had just become far more complicated.

After all, the Li Clan was not some minor faction scrambling at the gates.

It was one of the three great clans of Clear Moon City.

Li Zhiyan neither reacted to the stares nor to the whispers.

Her expression was calm, almost indifferent. If she heard the speculation, she gave no sign of it.