I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 46 Apple

Lin Feng showed his students and particularly Liu Yang what a real sword truly was.

The lesson lasted only five minutes in the outside world, yet to his students, it felt like an entire eternity.

Time itself seemed to stretch and slow, as though they were trapped within a boundless realm of sword intent.

Every heartbeat carried meaning. Every breath contained enlightenment.

It was as if they were standing before the origin of all swords, witnessing the birth of the blade and the path it had walked through countless eras.

They did not merely see a sword.

They felt it.

They felt its sharpness, its ruthlessness, its unwavering will to cut through all obstacles.

They felt its loneliness as it stood alone against the heavens, its pride as it pierced through destiny itself.

The beauty of the sword overwhelmed them, not in form, but in spirit.

Each of them gained something from this brief yet infinite lesson.

They would not realize its full value immediately, but in the future when they faced bottlenecks, life-and-death battles, or moments of despair... this experience would surface and guide them forward.

And for Liu Yang, the benefits were even greater.

As someone who loved swords and trained solely in the sword, this five-minute demonstration was nothing short of a divine revelation. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His mind trembled, his heart shook, and his soul felt as though it had been struck by lightning.

His understanding of the sword advanced by leaps and bounds, and a seed of true sword intent had quietly taken root within him.

"That sword..." Qiao Mei muttered softly.

She was the strongest among Lin Feng’s five students, yet even she could not fully comprehend how Lin Feng had created such a peerless sword.

He did not wield a blade. He did not summon a weapon.

He simply stood there and became the most deadly sword in existence.

Her eyes trembled.

She could sense it clearly... the sword Lin Feng embodied was not forged from metal, nor shaped by hands.

It was forged from will, from Dao, from countless layers of comprehension and cultivation.

It was something that transcended physical form.

"Teacher Lin Feng is truly unfathomable," Qiao Mei thought, her heart pounding as her estimation of his strength soared to an entirely new level.

For the first time since joining his class, she felt a deep, instinctive fear... not of his power, but of how far beyond them he truly was.

And yet, beneath that fear was something else.

Reverence.

***

A few breaths later, Liu Yang finally recovered.

He blinked several times, trying to steady his racing heart, but every time he closed his eyes, he could still see it... the boundless magnificence of his teacher’s sword manifestation.

The image was burned into his mind, vivid and unshakable, as though it had carved itself directly into his soul.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking it might fade.

It didn’t.

Instead, the sword only became clearer, sharper, more terrifying.

Slowly, he turned his head and looked toward Chu Jiangyue and Qiao Mei.

Earlier, he hadn’t believed Lin Feng when he said these two were stronger than even the dean.

It had sounded like an exaggeration. But now...

After witnessing Lin Feng’s display of supreme might, Liu Yang could no longer doubt him.

There was no reason for Lin Feng to lie. No reason to make things up.

Never in his life had Liu Yang seen or even heard of such overwhelming strength.

Not from school elders.

Not from the esteemed dean of the academy.

Not from anyone he has met so far.

Though he was only ten years old, his instincts were screaming at him.

His teacher was no ordinary teacher.

No.

Lin Feng felt like a banished immortal... someone who had once stood at the peak of the heavens and now walked quietly among mortals, concealing his brilliance.

Someone who had descended to this world... for reasons unknown.

"Teacher..." Liu Yang suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly. "If you’re so strong... then why do you hide it?"

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, gathering courage.

"Everyone in the school calls you a trash teacher."

The moment those words left his mouth, the classroom fell into absolute silence.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

All of Lin Feng’s students leaned forward, their eyes fixed on him, afraid to miss even a single word of his answer.

Their hearts beat faster, their minds filled with curiosity, awe, and a hint of nervousness.

Lin Feng did not seem offended.

Instead, he smiled calmly, as though he had heard such words countless times before.

"The time was not right before," he said gently. "There are things in this world that cannot be rushed. If they are revealed too early, they lose their meaning... or invite unnecessary trouble."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over his students.

"And you should know that only those who are fated... and possess extraordinary luck can become my students. Not everyone is qualified."

His eyes settled on Liu Yang.

"So consider yourself fortunate, Liu Yang."

A faint, mysterious smile curved on his lips.

"In your past lives, you might have saved the world... just to study under me today."

The words sounded light, almost joking.

Yet something about them made Liu Yang’s heart tremble.

He didn’t know why, but deep down, he felt that Lin Feng’s words were not entirely a joke.

"Enough talk. Let’s continue today’s lesson. Qiao Mei, you’re next," Lin Feng said, his voice calm but carrying the subtle weight of authority.

His gaze shifted toward the young woman, lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

As he glanced at her stats, a familiar heat stirred within him.

Qiao Mei was undeniably beautiful... strong, graceful, and absolutely delicious.

For a fleeting instant, he felt the same greedy stirrings he had felt countless times before, a tug of desire that made his heart race.

Yet she was his student now, and crossing that line would be not only improper but unforgivable.

Lin Feng clenched his jaw subtly, silently chastising himself.