I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 25 Phoenix

Lin Feng stepped into his courtyard, and the first thing he noticed was the silence.

The vast space felt clean, orderly, and well-maintained but also completely lifeless.

No footsteps echoed through the halls, no scent of food lingered in the air, and no presence stirred the stillness.

It was a place meant for cultivation and solitude, yet even for someone like him, the emptiness felt... excessive.

He let out a quiet breath and shook his head slightly.

"I suppose this is as good a time as any to find myself a capable maidservant," Lin Feng mused aloud.

"Someone to clean around here, cook for me, and perhaps make this place feel a little less like a tomb."

His voice was calm, casual, as if he were discussing something trivial, but the moment the words left his mouth, an overwhelming power stirred within him.

His vast divine sense unfurled like an invisible tide, spreading outward in all directions.

In an instant, it expanded beyond the academy, beyond the city, beyond the world itself... piercing through layers of space, realms, dimensions, and realities, until it covered the entire multiverse.

Countless worlds unfolded before his awareness.

He perceived blazing stars being born and dying, ancient gods meditating in timeless voids, demon lords ruling over hellish realms, mortals struggling through fragile lives, and cultivators striving endlessly toward immortality. Rivers of time flowed before his eyes, realities overlapped, and laws of existence bent effortlessly under his perception.

"Now... let’s see who I can find suitable for my needs," Lin Feng said calmly, his voice carrying an effortless authority that could have shaken worlds had he wished it.

Yet his focus was not on finding the strongest being, nor the most loyal servant, nor the most beautiful soul. His priorities were, surprisingly, simple.

"First and foremost... they must be able to cook."

His lips curved faintly as he continued, "Hm... as long as he or she can break realms, hunt fresh ingredients across worlds, and prepare proper meals for me, that would already be the best outcome."

With that criterion in mind, his divine sense shifted, filtering through countless beings.

He passed over supreme gods who could annihilate galaxies with a thought but had never touched a kitchen.

He ignored immortal monarchs who ruled empires but could not boil water.

He brushed aside ancient beasts whose flesh could nourish worlds but who had no hands to prepare food.

Time flowed strangely under his perception... seconds stretched into eternity, and eternity collapsed into a breath.

Yet to the outside world, only a single minute passed.

Then...

His gaze sharpened.

A particular presence stood out among the infinite sea of existence. It was not merely power that drew his attention, but a rare combination of strength, adaptability, survival instinct, and most importantly... a remarkable mastery of cooking.

"Hm," Lin Feng murmured, his smile deepening. "Interesting."

He focused more closely, observing their movements across realms, their ability to traverse worlds, hunt dangerous beasts, and turn even the most hostile environments into sources of nourishment.

Not only could this individual break realms, but they did so with ease and efficiency, and their meals were said to be legendary to say the least.

"Well, well... you’re perfect," Lin Feng said softly, amusement glinting in his eyes.

With his choice made, he withdrew his divine sense, the vast multiverse folding back into silence as effortlessly as it had been revealed.

"It seems I won’t be eating bland food anymore," he added lightly.

In the quiet courtyard, Lin Feng’s faint smile lingered—an expression that carried both anticipation and quiet confidence.

Somewhere across the infinite multiverse, a being had just unknowingly been selected for a fate that would change their existence forever.

***

In a faraway universe, beyond the reach of known stars and forgotten by countless civilizations, someone was fighting for her life.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Each shot rang out like thunder in the endless void, the soundless vacuum somehow still echoing with violence through the clash of energies and explosions.

A lone figure stood against an ocean of mechanical enemies, suspended in the darkness of space where no wind blew and no ground existed beneath her feet.

She wore sleek, all-black armor that wrapped tightly around her body, its sharp, angular design reflecting faint glimmers of starlight.

The curves of her figure were unmistakably feminine, yet there was nothing fragile about her presence.

She was a warrior... hardened by countless battles, her posture steady, her movements efficient and deadly.

In her right hand, she wielded a black, heavy-caliber gun, its muzzle flashing with every pull of the trigger.

In her left, a sword shimmered with a cold, lethal light, its edge cutting through steel and energy alike.

Each time she moved, her form blurred, and entire legions of machines were reduced to burning debris, their bodies shattered into drifting fragments that scattered across the void like broken stars.

She danced through the battlefield, weaving between beams of energy and swarms of enemy fire.

Her blade sliced through mechanical limbs, heads, and torsos, while her gun tore apart distant targets with ruthless precision.

Wherever she passed, destruction followed. Explosions blossomed like fiery flowers in the darkness, illuminating the battlefield in violent bursts of light.

Yet no matter how many she destroyed, the enemy numbers never seemed to diminish.

They came in endless waves... drones, warships, massive constructs, and towering mechanical beasts all moving with cold, relentless coordination.

For every machine she destroyed, two more took its place.

The void itself seemed to vomit forth more enemies, as if the universe had decided to drown her in metal and fire.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours. Her armor grew scarred, blackened, and cracked.

Sparks flew from damaged systems, and her movements, once fluid and effortless, began to slow.

Her breathing became heavy, labored, fogging the inside of her helmet as exhaustion crept into her limbs. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Still, she fought.

She pushed herself beyond her limits, fueled by sheer willpower and an unyielding refusal to die.

Even as her body screamed in protest, she continued to strike, slash, shoot, and evade, refusing to surrender even an inch of ground.

But the universe was merciless.