I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 470 I Have Subjugated the Nine Heavens, but I Still Can’t Win an Argument with My Sister

Entire regions went quiet whenever Lin Feng’s name was mentioned.

Meanwhile, the ancient Ming Clan who had originally intended to apply further pressure fell into an unusually deep silence. No additional envoys were sent.

No further demands were made. Not even subtle probing messages. It was as if the entire matter had been quietly erased from their active concerns.

Only a few senior elders within the clan understood the reason. And they all reached the same conclusion.

This was not a matter that could be solved through force or authority anymore. As for Ming Hua’s report... It arrived. And it was read. Again.

And after that... The Ming Clan chose restraint. Not because they were willing.

But because, for the first time in a very long time, they had encountered an existence they could not afford to test a second time.

While all of this was happening, someone from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect had also received news of the recent events.

And at the center of it all... was a single name.

Lin Feng.

Within the Nine Peaks Sword Sect, even casual discussions about the matter quickly became tense. Inner disciples lowered their voices when speaking about it.

Outer disciples treated it as a forbidden topic. Even some elders, upon hearing the details, fell into long silences before choosing not to comment further.

It was not just the defeat of a Divine Tribulation Realm monster that shocked them.

It was the manner in which it had been done. Effortless. Casual. Almost... dismissive. And it was then that she made her decision.

At the edge of a secluded mountain peak within the sect, a red-haired beautiful woman stood quietly, her robes fluttering gently in the wind.

Below her, clouds drifted slowly across endless mountain ranges, and sword light occasionally streaked across the sky as disciples trained in the distance.

Yet her gaze was not on them.

It was directed far beyond the sect grounds, toward an invisible horizon only she could see.

"There’s a lot happening back at home..." she murmured softly. Her voice was light, but there was a faint weight hidden beneath it.

"I guess I should go back and visit my family." A breeze passed through, lifting strands of her crimson hair.

The color stood out vividly against the pale sky, like a flame that refused to be extinguished. Her expression softened for a moment.

Then darkened slightly. There was a reason she had left her home in the first place.

A reason she had chosen the Nine Peaks Sword Sect over remaining within her clan’s influence.

She had not left lightly. Nor had she intended to return so soon. But the news from Clear Moon City had disturbed something deeper within her.

Not fear. Not curiosity. But unease.

Because when a single person could cause an ancient city to tremble, make a Divine Tribulation Realm existence flee, and force an ancient clan to fall silent...

It was no longer a matter that could be ignored. It meant the balance of power had shifted.

And whenever such shifts occurred in the cultivation world, those connected to the epicenter would inevitably be affected whether they wished it or not.

Lin Feng.

That name lingered in her mind. She had never met him. Yet his shadow already seemed to stretch across the entire continent.

She exhaled slowly.

"...What exactly is happening in the outside world?" A long silence followed. Only the wind answered her. After a while, she turned away from the edge of the cliff.

Her expression had become calm again, but her eyes carried a resolved glint. Whatever was happening in Clear Moon City...

Whatever kind of monster or existence Lin Feng truly was... She needed to see her family’s situation with her own eyes. Not as a disciple of the Nine Peaks Sword Sect.

But as someone who still had ties to a clan that might already be standing at the edge of a storm. The next day, she left the sect.

A flying boat rose quietly from the Nine Peaks Sword Sect’s outer platform, slicing through layers of clouds as it headed toward the distant horizon.

Behind her, the sect’s mountains gradually faded from view.

Ahead of her... Was a home she was no longer sure would remain the same.

***

A few days later, she arrived at her clan. The moment she stepped through the ancestral gates, the entire estate erupted into chaos.

"Li Mengyao has returned!"

"Quick, notify the elders!"

"Prepare the reception feast immediately!"

Servants and attendants rushed in every direction, their voices overlapping as excitement spread through the Li Clan like wildfire.

Even the gate guards straightened their posture, their expressions filled with reverence and awe. After all, Li Mengyao was not just any member of the clan.

She had left at a young age to join the Nine Peaks Sword Sect.

And within that prestigious sect, she had become a disciple under a great elder.

Her name alone carried weight within the clan now... she was seen as one of the brightest hopes of the younger generation. But Li Mengyao paid none of it any attention.

Her expression remained calm as she walked past the bustling courtyard, her robes fluttering lightly behind her.

Her gaze swept across familiar yet distant surroundings, as though she were looking at a place she once knew but no longer belonged to.

Something felt wrong. The clan was too lively... yet strangely hollow at the same time. She did not stop. She went straight to her residence. But when she stepped inside...

She paused. Her brows furrowed slightly. The courtyard was empty. No servants. No attendants. No familiar presence waiting for her return.

Not even the faint spiritual aura of her mother. It was wrong.

"...Where’s Mother?" she asked softly, her voice calm, but with a subtle pressure hidden beneath it.

A few servants nearby exchanged uneasy glances. No one dared answer immediately. Then, after a brief delay, she received her answer.

"Big sister!" A familiar voice suddenly broke the silence.