I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 21 Pot

"Good. That’s all your teacher could ever want, Wanwan. Now let’s get started." Lin Feng nodded with a faint, satisfied smile, his eyes carrying the weight of countless ages.

With a single thought, his consciousness swept across the boundless multiverse, scouring the hidden corners where even ancient sovereigns dared not tread.

One by one, treasures long forgotten or fiercely guarded vanished from their resting places and appeared before him.

No ban, restriction, or defensive formation could hinder his actions, for he was already the rightful owner of this universe itself.

He could, if he wished, create anything from nothing... mountains, artifacts, even entire worlds but that was not something to be done lightly.

Such acts demanded an immense price in immortal essence, and Lin Feng valued his power too much to waste it on trivialities.

After all, nothing in existence was truly born from nothing... every miracle carried its own cost.

"Take a seat, Wanwan," he said gently.

With a flick of his wrist, a simple pencil and a sheet of paper appeared in his hand, which he then placed in front of her.

To the untrained eye, they were no different from ordinary tools used by mortal children in village schools.

There was no visible glow, no overwhelming aura, no intimidating pressure radiating from them.

Yet anyone who truly understood the Dao of artifacts would instantly realize that these were treasures beyond imagination.

The pencil was forged from a strand of primordial law, capable of carving truths directly into reality itself.

The paper was woven from the essence of countless worlds, able to record, preserve, and amplify whatever was written upon it.

With these immortal items, even a dull-minded sloth could rise to supreme heights in cultivation in a short span of time.

Lin Feng watched Wanwan closely, his gaze filled not only with authority, but also a trace of genuine expectation.

This was not merely a lesson... it was the first step toward reshaping her destiny.

"What does Wanwan need to do next, Teacher?" Su Wanwan asked innocently, her clear eyes filled with curiosity.

Her small hands clutched the immortal artifacts without the slightest reverence or caution, as if she were holding nothing more than ordinary school supplies rather than treasures that could shake the heavens.

"What comes next is easy," Lin Feng replied calmly, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority. "I want you to practice your drawing. You may draw anything you wish, but remember... people only give their best when they truly enjoy what they are doing. Cultivation, art, and even life itself all follow this same principle. So take inspiration from your heart. What do you really love in this world, Wanwan? I don’t want you to tell me. I want you to show me... draw it on that paper."

"What does Wanwan love?" Su Wanwan tilted her head in thought for a brief moment before her face suddenly lit up.

"Wanwan got it, Teacher!" she said brightly, her lips curving into a wide smile as she lowered her gaze to the paper and began to draw.

Her small hand moved with surprising confidence, the pencil gliding smoothly across the surface as if guided by instinct.

Lin Feng observed her quietly from the side, his sharp eyes immediately noticing the steadiness of her strokes and the natural rhythm in her movements.

It did not take long for faint lines to take shape, forming the delicate contours of a woman’s face.

With each passing moment, the image grew clearer, more refined, more alive.

In only a few minutes, the portrait of a beautiful woman had fully emerged on the paper.

Her eyes were gentle, her smile warm, and her expression carried a quiet tenderness that spoke of deep affection.

Lin Feng did not need to ask who the woman was.

The answer was written plainly in every careful line and curve.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I was not wrong in recruiting you as my student, Wanwan," Lin Feng mused softly.

He stood there like a true master, his hands clasped behind his back, his figure calm and composed, yet his gaze held unmistakable approval.

Time slipped by unnoticed as Su Wanwan remained completely immersed in her drawings.

The afternoon sun slowly shifted across the room, stretching shadows along the floor, yet she never once lifted her head.

Her brush moved with quiet confidence, gliding across the paper as if guided by instinct rather than thought.

Each stroke carried her focus deeper into her work, and before she realized it, hours had vanished like mist in the morning light.

When one truly enjoyed what one was doing, time became meaningless.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the soft scratch of her brush and the gentle rhythm of her breathing.

If not for the hour, Su Wanwan would have happily continued drawing well into the evening, perhaps even until the moon rose high above the rooftops.

It wasn’t until five o’clock arrived that Lin Feng finally stepped forward and gently roused her from her trance.

"Time to go home, Wanwan," he said in a calm, warm voice, careful not to startle her.

"Hm? Is it already that late, Teacher?" Su Wanwan blinked, her expression filled with innocent surprise.

To her, it felt as though only a few minutes had passed since she first sat down with her brush.

She slowly lifted her head and looked at Lin Feng, and in that moment, her once-brown eyes had fully transformed into a radiant shade of gold.

They shimmered faintly, like tiny suns reflecting hidden power, making her gaze almost enchanting to behold.

Lin Feng paused for a brief moment.

Having two immortal artifacts at her disposal was truly overpowered beyond comparison, especially for someone so young.

Yet despite the overwhelming potential she carried, Su Wanwan herself remained as pure and unassuming as ever, unaware of just how extraordinary she had become.

"Four hours have passed, Wanwan," Lin Feng said gently.

"Come, I’ll send you home. We don’t want your mother to worry about you. And besides, don’t forget that we still have plenty of food to bring her."