I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 175 Who Authorized the Sudden Thunderstorm?

Chapter 175: Chapter 175 Who Authorized the Sudden Thunderstorm?

"This can’t be... This is simply impossible!"

Huo Mian screamed inwardly, her thoughts spiraling into chaos.

She replayed the scene again and again in her mind, dissecting every movement, every breath, every flicker of spiritual fluctuation.

She had been certain of her strike. Certain of her timing. Certain of her precision.

And yet...

He had moved faster. So fast that what she pierced was nothing but an afterimage. A shadow.

A phantom left behind to mock her confidence.

Her pride as a genius, as the cold and untouchable mentor of the academy, trembled violently.

Never in her life had she misjudged an opponent so completely.

Never had someone slipped past her perception as though her senses were nothing but decorations.

She felt the faint pressure at her neck disappear as Lin Feng’s finger withdrew.

The warmth that had hovered so dangerously close to her skin vanished, leaving behind an icy trail of humiliation.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Unhurried. Calm. Each step deliberate, echoing softly against the floor as he walked away from her.

Her body remained frozen in place, stiff as a statue carved from jade.

The shock had not yet faded and her limbs refused to respond, as though her own spiritual energy had betrayed her.

She could only stand there motionless, stunned while the reality of her defeat settled like a crushing mountain upon her shoulders.

"Welcome to my life, my bed slave," Lin Feng said casually, his voice smooth and devoid of emotion.

"You should be a good little bed slave and obey all my orders like a gentle puppet. Now return to your usual schedule until I summon you to my bed."

The words were simple. Direct.

Spoken without heat or urgency, as though he were assigning routine chores rather than branding her with humiliation.

To anyone else, it might have sounded like crude arrogance.

But to Huo Mian, who had just witnessed the terrifying gap between them, those words felt heavier than chains.

Behind his calm tone, however, Lin Feng’s thoughts were anything but simple.

"Hehehe... Huo Mian, you’ll have to wait until the sun drains its final drop of light from the sky before I’m foolish enough to call you near me again."

His lips curved into a faint smile, almost amused. He had no intention of rushing anything.

A proud woman like her would not break through force alone. No, patience was far more exquisite.

Let her simmer in confusion. Let her question her own strength.

Let her wonder when he would summon her again and why he had not.

Fear and uncertainty were far more effective than proximity.

He adjusted his sleeves as though nothing of importance had happened, his expression once again that of an ordinary handsome man.

There was no trace of killing intent, no visible aura of dominance.

Anyone who saw him now would never imagine the scene that had just unfolded.

This was the third time he had approached the door during his meeting with Mentor Huo Mian.

Just as Lin Feng’s fingers brushed against the door, a ripple of violent energy surged behind him.

The very outcome he had predicted unfolded without deviation.

"Bang!"

The explosion of spiritual power was instantaneous.

Huo Mian’s fury erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for far too long.

The air shattered under the sudden release of pressure as her cultivation base fully unleashed itself... sixth stage of the Core Formation Realm, without restraint, without concealment.

The wooden floor beneath her feet cracked into a spiderweb of fractures.

The furniture trembled violently before splintering apart.

Curtains were torn from their hooks as an invisible storm howled through the room.

Her entire body was engulfed in blinding blue radiance, so intense that it hurt the eyes to look at her directly.

Spiritual energy swirled around her like a raging ocean, wave after wave crashing outward with crushing dominance.

Her long hair danced wildly in the current of power.

The pupils in her eyes dissolved into a brilliant azure glow, cold and merciless, radiating killing intent that felt sharp enough to pierce bone.

In that moment, she no longer resembled a refined and aloof mentor of the academy.

She looked like a wrathful deity descended to pass judgment.

Any other man would have collapsed on his knees under such overwhelming pressure.

A weaker cultivator might have fainted instantly or worse.

But Lin Feng did not even flinch.

He turned around slowly, almost lazily, as if responding to nothing more than a raised voice.

His calm demeanor contrasted so sharply with her fury that it only intensified her rage further.

Without drawing attention to himself, Lin Feng’s fingers subtly shifted.

An invisible formation spread outward like a transparent dome, sealing the entire room in an instant.

The trembling walls stabilized. The shattered wood stopped flying.

The oppressive pressure that should have burst through the building and alerted the entire academy was neatly contained.

Not a single strand of Huo Mian’s spiritual aura leaked beyond the room.

To outsiders, everything remained peaceful.

Fortunately for him, Huo Mian’s vision was clouded by fury.

Her mind burned too hot to notice such meticulous details.

"So you get angry when you lose?" Lin Feng’s voice cut through the storm, steady and unhurried.

"What a sore loser you are... my little pet bed slave."

He shook his head slowly, sighing in exaggerated disappointment.

The look in his eyes was the most infuriating part.

There was no fear. No caution.

Only amusement.

As though she were a furious kitten baring claws that could never truly wound him.

The blue radiance around her intensified violently at his words.

The air around Lin Feng began to distort under the pressure alone.

Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with humiliation. "You d...!"

"Do it then," Lin Feng interrupted calmly.

He stepped forward once, placing himself directly within range of her full killing intent.

"Kill me."

His tone was neither mocking nor defensive. It was almost inviting.

"Kill me," he repeated softly, "and you’ll regain your freedom."