I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 289 Why the Ice Beauty is Suddenly Wearing Only a Veil

Chapter 289: Chapter 289 Why the Ice Beauty is Suddenly Wearing Only a Veil

"Young Master Lin Feng?" the woman murmured softly. "Is that the same man Elder Tang Aining left the sect for?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, quickly lost amidst the noise of the bustling streets.

Then, in the next instant, she vanished like a passing breeze, leaving behind no trace of her existence.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng had just finished his lunch and slowly set down his chopsticks, letting out a deep, measured sigh.

His expression remained calm, yet there was a faint trace of annoyance hidden beneath the surface.

"Why do people always show up at the most inconvenient times?" he mused inwardly, lightly shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the lingering frustration.

His thoughts drifted to Su Muyao.

By now, he was certain she had already adapted to her newfound strength.

Under normal circumstances, he would have gone to see her immediately.

A faint smile almost appeared on his lips before he suppressed it.

He had no doubt that if he had gone, their reunion would have been anything but peaceful.

The two of them would have easily brought her entire mansion down with the intensity of their rice cooking.

Unfortunately, fate seemed to have other plans today.

Letting out another quiet breath, Lin Feng stood up and brushed off his robes, his demeanor returning to its usual composed state as if nothing had crossed his mind at all.

"Let’s head back to the courtyard for now," Lin Feng said casually.

Tang Aining, Li Zhiyan, and Ye Jian were all caught off guard by his sudden decision.

For a brief moment, the three women exchanged subtle glances, each noticing the same thing.

Yesterday, they had not gone to Su Muyao’s residence.

And now, it was the same again today.

A quiet suspicion began to form in their hearts, growing stronger the more they thought about it.

Did Young Master Lin Feng and Lady Su Muyao have a falling out?

The idea lingered heavily in their minds, yet none of them dared to voice it.

Lin Feng’s presence alone carried a natural pressure that made such questions feel inappropriate to ask.

Still, curiosity was a difficult thing to suppress.

In the end, they simply followed behind Lin Feng in silence as he walked ahead, his figure calm and unhurried.

Without further conversation, the group made their way back to the academy, the atmosphere around them quiet yet filled with unspoken thoughts.

As they passed by the area where people had previously camped outside Lin Feng’s courtyard, they noticed a remarkable change.

The once-crowded grounds, filled with tents and makeshift shelters, had thinned considerably.

Many of the tents had been taken down, and only a handful of people lingered, either too slow to follow the rush or too hesitant to leave.

It was obvious where the majority had gone.

Most of them had already made their way to the academy, lining up for registration in hopes of securing a spot in Lin Feng’s class the next day.

Word of his abilities had ignited a frenzy, leaving no cultivator in the city able to ignore the opportunity before them.

Finally, Lin Feng and the three women Tang Aining, Li Zhiyan, and Ye Jian arrived at the courtyard.

The moment they stepped inside, the women froze, their eyes widening in surprise.

Someone was already present.

Lin Feng, however, showed no outward reaction.

He already knew about her, which was why he had returned home early.

Inside, he was annoyed, but his expression remained calm and unreadable.

The woman before them was dressed in a flowing crimson sect robe, the fabric embroidered with intricate silver patterns that shimmered faintly in the light.

Her hair was pure white, cascading down her back like a waterfall of frost, and her beauty was undeniable.

And yet, what made her truly remarkable was not just her appearance... it was the aura she exuded.

A biting coldness radiated from her, as though she carried the essence of winter within her very being.

Tiny snowflakes drifted lazily around her form, twisting and twirling in the air despite the season being far from winter.

The courtyard seemed to grow colder simply because she was there.

Tang Aining could not contain her surprise.

Her voice, a mixture of awe and caution, broke the tense silence.

"Daoist Falling Snow... what are you doing here?"

It was clear from the way she spoke that she knew the white-haired woman well.

Li Zhiyan and Ye Jian exchanged brief glances, their faces betraying a mix of curiosity, caution, and deep, unspoken shock.

Though this was the first time either of them had actually seen Daoist Falling Snow in person, her reputation was known far and wide throughout the Golden Lotus Empire.

She was a cultivator of legendary skill, celebrated for her unwavering sense of justice.

She protected the righteous with an almost fanatical devotion, and yet her hatred for evil was absolute, unflinching, and merciless.

This is the same person who eradicated the Black Sun Sect, Ye Jian thought, her mind racing as the memory of that horrifying event resurfaced.

The Black Sun Sect had been one of the most notorious and powerful sects in the empire, and its sudden annihilation had shocked every corner of the land.

Over fifty thousand people had vanished in a single day.

Rivers of blood had flowed through their territory, mountains of corpses had been left in their wake, and survivors if any had been too terrified to speak.

Entire cities had whispered her name in fear and awe.

And now, standing before them, was that same cultivator.

"I’ve come to take you back to the sect, Daoist Heavenly Fate. Your trust in your cards has blinded you from the truth. To become a mere bedwarmer for someone else, no matter if he is a young master from the ancient clans, is beneath your status. This is nothing but madness," Daoist Falling Snow said, stepping closer to the beautiful Tang Aining.

Though she was only two thousand years old, both of them knew that her strength far surpassed Tang Aining’s.

Lin Feng, however, simply shrugged and remained in place.

"Make yourself at home, Daoist Falling Snow. If you need me, I’ll be inside," he said calmly, turning and walking into the house without a hint of hesitation.

He knew that a headache was inevitable, so it was better to deal with it immediately.

When the time came, he was certain that Daoist Falling Snow would come looking for him again today.