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

Chapter 536: Chapter 536 My Stalker Senior Sister Broke Into My Isolated Cultivation Cave Just to Sweep the Floors

It was as though reality itself had been peeled back, revealing truths hidden from ordinary eyes.

Bai Qing suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Looking down at herself, she gasped.

Her body had turned dark. Not physically, but spiritually.

A layer of blackness covered her entire figure like an invisible curse.

"What is this?"

She instinctively stood up and took a step backward. Then everyone noticed it.

Something was emerging from her chest.

More specifically, from the area where her heart was located.

A thin black string slowly extended outward. At first it appeared insignificant. Then it continued growing.

And growing. And growing.

The dark string stretched across the room and beyond, disappearing into the distance.

Its end could not be seen. The sight was both eerie and terrifying.

An indescribable aura of misfortune emanated from it.

Even Daoist Thunder Emperor’s expression changed drastically.

As a mighty cultivator, he could immediately sense that this was no ordinary string.

It was a karmic thread. A thread connected to fate itself.

The longer he looked at it, the more alarmed he became.

Because the black thread was incomparably thick.

Thicker than anything he had ever seen before.

It was as if an unimaginably terrifying existence had wrapped its gaze around Bai Qing and was dragging her toward a destiny from which there was no escape.

Bai Qing felt her entire body turn cold.

"What... what exactly is that?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

For the first time in many years, genuine fear appeared in her eyes.

"I told you, it’s a mark," Lin Feng said with a casual shrug, his sharp eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker.

"Someone wanted you so badly that they’d be willing to take you dead or alive. They didn’t care which, as long as you ended up in their hands."

He rose slowly from his seat, his tall, imposing figure casting a long shadow across the dimly lit room.

With measured steps, he approached Bai Qing, stopping just a few steps away from her.

The faint scent of his presence filled the air between them.

"Tell me, Miss Bai," Lin Feng asked, his voice low and steady, "do you want to live?"

"..."

Bai Qing stood frozen, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

The question hit her like a sudden gust of cold wind.

At only eighteen years old, she had barely begun to explore the vast world around her.

Life still held so many dreams, so many unspoken desires and futures she had yet to chase.

Death?

It had always felt distant, like a shadow that belonged to others, not to a vibrant young woman like herself.

The absurdity and gravity of his words left her momentarily speechless, her delicate lips parting slightly in surprise.

After a long pause, she gave a small, hesitant nod.

Swallowing hard, she walked closer to Lin Feng unsteadily to her feet, until she was standing directly before him.

Her slender frame trembled faintly under his intense gaze.

"Don’t move," Lin Feng commanded softly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He raised one hand with deliberate slowness, extending it toward near the center of her chest, right over her heart.

"You!" Bai Qing gasped sharply, her eyes widening in utter shock.

Heat rushed to her face, turning her fair cheeks a deep crimson.

She was not only strikingly beautiful with her long, silky black hair cascading like a waterfall down her back and her bright, expressive eyes but she also possessed an alluring, seductive figure that could make any man lose his composure.

Her body was soft and curvaceous in all the right places, especially her full, substantial twin peaks that strained gently against the thin fabric of her robes with each quickened breath.

Lin Feng’s large, warm hand came to rest directly on one of her soft, yielding breasts.

The intimate contact sent an electric jolt through her entire body.

She could feel the heat of his palm seeping through her clothing, the firm yet careful pressure of his fingers, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing so close to hers.

Her heart hammered even faster beneath his touch, a chaotic mix of fear, embarrassment, and an unfamiliar, fluttering sensation she couldn’t quite name.

Time seemed to stretch in that charged moment, the air thick with tension as Bai Qing stood there, barely daring to breathe, waiting to see what this handsome man would do next.

No man had ever touched her so intimately before.

The sudden warmth of his palm pressing against her sensitive flesh, even through the thin layer of clothing, made her blush furiously from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

A strange, pleasing sensation bloomed from the point of contact, spreading like ripples across a still pond. It felt oddly good... far better than she ever could have imagined.

"Hmmmm..." A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her voice breathy and trembling.

The feeling intensified, a tingling heat that scattered through her chest, down her spine, and into the deepest parts of her most precious spot.

Her knees weakened slightly as waves of unfamiliar pleasure coursed through her young, untouched body.

She was on the very brink of something new, something overwhelming and exhilarating, when...

Lin Feng suddenly withdrew his hand.

"What...?" Bai Qing blinked rapidly, her chest still heaving.

A lingering ache of disappointment settled over her. She would have wanted to feel more... just a breath longer, a few seconds more.

The strange, building pleasure had been cut off too soon, leaving her body humming with unfulfilled tension.

She had been so close to reaching a mysterious climax she didn’t fully understand, yet it had slipped away like a dream at dawn.

"It’s done," Lin Feng said calmly, though his expression remained unreadable.

The dark string connection was cut and vanished.

He glanced to the side as if expecting someone, his posture shifting into one of quiet readiness.

He was not disappointed.

The chamber suddenly darkened, the flickering candlelight dimming as an oppressive aura filled the room.

Shadows twisted unnaturally along the walls, and a chilling presence materialized without warning.

"She’s mine..." a cold, rasping voice echoed first, low and possessive, before its owner fully stepped into sight.