I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 153 Lubricating the Path to Enlightenment

Chapter 153: Chapter 153 Lubricating the Path to Enlightenment

"The food there is amazing, Mentor Lin Feng! Even now, Wanwan can still taste how tender and juicy the meat was. Wanwan doesn’t even know what kind of meat it was, but Wanwan could feel it melting right in Wanwan’s mouth! It was so soft that Wanwan didn’t even need to chew much at all! And the sauce, yummy! They poured this glossy golden sauce over it, and it smelled so good Wanwan almost fainted from happiness!"

She clasped her small hands together dramatically, her cheeks slightly puffed as if she were savoring the flavor all over again.

"And the soup! Oh, the soup was even better! It looked simple, but when Wanwan took a sip, it was so rich and warm. It went all the way down to Wanwan’s stomach and made Wanwan feel so comfortable. Wanwan drank three whole bowls! No... four! The last bowl Wanwan only stopped because Wanwan was too full!"

She paused mid-step, patting her belly proudly only for a tiny burp to escape her lips.

"B–burp!"

Her face turned red instantly.

She hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands and peeked at Lin Feng through her fingers, mortified.

"M-Mentor Lin Feng, Wanwan didn’t mean to..."

Lin Feng chuckled softly, the corners of his lips lifting in quiet amusement.

There was no trace of annoyance in his expression... only indulgent patience.

"It seems Wanwan truly enjoyed herself."

His calm voice only made her beam brighter.

The journey back to the Su Clan was filled with laughter and chatter.

Su Wanwan walked half a step ahead of Lin Feng at times, then beside him, then slightly behind... unable to contain her excitement as she described every dish in painstaking detail.

From the texture of the vegetables to the sweetness of the dessert pastries, she left nothing out.

The nice afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden glow, stretching their shadows long across the stone pavement.

Cultivators and townsfolk alike glanced curiously at the trio as they passed.

It was impossible not to notice them.

Lin Feng walked with unhurried composure, his hands clasped behind his back, his presence steady and refined.

Su Wanwan radiated youthful energy, while Li Zhiyan... Li Zhiyan drew an entirely different kind of attention.

She followed several steps behind them, quiet and demure, her posture perfect.

Her movements were graceful, almost ethereal.

With her lowered gaze and gentle expression, she truly resembled a devoted and obedient little maid accompanying her master.

Yet her beauty could not be concealed by such modest behavior.

The subtle sway of her figure and the soft flutter of her sleeves in the breeze caused many onlookers to steal lingering glances.

Some even slowed their steps, whispering among themselves.

But Li Zhiyan remained silent, her expression calm.

Whether she noticed the stares or not, she gave no indication.

Eventually, the grand gates of the Su Clan came into view.

However, the scene before them was different from what Lin Feng remembered.

Aside from the usual guards standing firmly at attention, several elderly figures had gathered nearby.

Their robes were of higher quality, their auras deeper and more restrained.

These were not ordinary elders... they were senior figures of the clan, individuals who rarely appeared at the gates without reason.

They stood respectfully to the side, maintaining a careful distance.

Yet their attention was unmistakably focused on Lin Feng.

As he stepped through the gates, their voices rose one after another.

"Good afternoon, Mentor Lin Feng!"

"You honor our Su Clan with your visit!"

"Please enjoy your stay, Young Master Lin Feng!"

Their tones were polite... almost overly so.

Su Wanwan blinked in surprise, glancing at the elders she usually only saw during important clan gatherings.

Even Li Zhiyan’s eyes flickered slightly, though her expression remained composed.

Lin Feng slowed his steps ever so slightly.

He offered a simple nod in response, neither smiling too broadly nor displaying arrogance.

His acknowledgment was calm, dignified and precisely measured.

"Mm."

Just that.

Yet the elders seemed satisfied, some even subtly exhaling in relief after he passed.

Lin Feng’s gaze remained forward, but his mind had already pieced together the reason for this unusual reception.

The sudden change in attitude, the gathering of senior figures at the gates, the deliberate display of courtesy...

It was no coincidence.

Still, he said nothing.

For now, silence was more valuable than questions.

As the gates closed behind them and they proceeded deeper into the Su Clan grounds, Lin Feng’s expression remained tranquil.

But beneath that calm exterior, his thoughts were quietly turning.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Su Wanwan’s residence.

The modest home was quiet, bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun.

The fragrance of blooming flowers drifted lazily through the air, and the faint sound of wind chimes echoed from the eaves.

The moment they stepped through the gates, Su Wanwan shot forward like a lively little comet, her small figure full of irrepressible energy. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Mama! Wanwan is home!" she shouted as she dashed inside, her bright voice ringing through the hallways.

Lin Feng followed behind at an unhurried pace, his hands clasped behind his back, every step calm and steady.

But the instant he crossed the threshold and saw Su Muyao...

He understood.

She had been waiting.

Not casually.

Not coincidentally.

Waiting.

This is not good, Lin Feng mused inwardly, though his expression remained as tranquil as ever.

Su Muyao stood near the center of the living room, as if she had positioned herself deliberately where the light would fall most favorably.

The sunlight filtered through the lattice windows, casting a soft golden sheen over her figure.

She wore a thin red gown... light, flowing, and far too delicate to be considered modest.

The fabric draped over her curves like mist clinging to a mountain peak, revealing the shape of her body more than it concealed.

There was nothing subtle about it.

The dress clung to her chest, outlining the full swell of her twin peaks with unmistakable clarity.