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

Chapter 541: Chapter 541 Goodbye for Now, Please Don’t Flirt with Any Fox Demons While I’m Gone

The old man named Meng Hao finally realized just how wrong he had been about Lin Feng’s true strength.

Lin Feng was not merely unfathomable or mysterious.

No... those words were far too inadequate to describe the existence standing before him.

Everything Meng Hao had learned throughout countless years of cultivation, every law, every principle, and every limit he believed governed the world had been shattered by Lin Feng with effortless ease.

A single finger had blocked a punch capable of leveling empires.

A casual gesture had overturned common sense itself.

Lin Feng did not simply stand at the peak of the cultivation world. He existed beyond it.

At that moment, Meng Hao felt as though he were looking at an impossible being, someone who had transcended all known realms and rewritten the very concepts of what was possible and impossible.

The rules that bound heaven and earth seemed meaningless in Lin Feng’s presence.

For the first time in countless years, Meng Hao felt insignificant.

His pride, confidence, and understanding of cultivation all crumbled into dust.

If others were cultivators striving against the heavens, then Lin Feng was something entirely different.

He was like a supreme existence standing above the heavens themselves, gazing down upon all creation with calm and indifferent eyes.

The gap between them was not that of a mortal and an immortal.

It was the gap between an ant and the boundless cosmos.

"My turn." Lin Feng’s voice was calm and ordinary, as though he were merely commenting on the weather.

Then he extended a finger and gently poked forward.

There was no earth-shattering aura. No terrifying pressure.

No divine technique that shook the heavens. It was simply a finger.

Yet the moment it moved, Meng Hao’s expression changed drastically.

"Not good!"

A sense of fatal danger exploded within his heart. Every instinct he possessed screamed at him to run.

To flee. To get as far away from that finger as possible. Without hesitation, Meng Hao retreated.

His figure blurred as he unleashed every movement technique he knew.

Space folded beneath his feet as he crossed countless miles in an instant.

At the same time, he reached toward the frozen figure of Bai Qing.

If he was going to leave, he would leave with her.

Unfortunately for him, some things in this world were impossible.

Taking someone away from Lin Feng’s protection was one of them.

It would have been easier to drain an entire ocean dry with a single cup than to snatch away someone standing under Lin Feng’s gaze.

Meng Hao’s hand reached out.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, Bai Qing seemed infinitely distant. A gap he could never cross.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng’s finger continued forward.

Slowly. Yet regardless of where Meng Hao fled, the phantom of that finger remained before him.

It ignored distance. It ignored space. It ignored time itself.

No matter how many worlds Meng Hao crossed, no matter how many dimensions he hid within, the finger remained only inches away.

His face turned pale. Cold sweat covered his body.

For the first time in countless years, true despair appeared in his eyes.

He finally understood why his divine spear had fled.

The spear had seen this outcome long before he had.

"No!"

Meng Hao roared. His voice was filled with unwillingness. He burned even more blood essence.

His cultivation exploded beyond its limits. He desperately attempted to escape.

But it was useless. The finger continued to follow him.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Like fate itself. Like an unavoidable end written into the fabric of existence.

"Noooooo!"

Meng Hao’s desperate scream echoed throughout the chamber.

The phantom finger was now only moments away from touching his body.

The instant it landed, he knew he would perish without a doubt.

Yet just as the finger was about to reach him... A dazzling light suddenly erupted around his body.

Brilliant radiance flooded the entire chamber. The approaching finger slowed.

Time itself seemed to pause.

The destructive aura surrounding Meng Hao vanished beneath the gentle light.

Then a soft and familiar voice echoed through the silent world.

"Stop, Meng Hao."

The voice was gentle. Warm. Filled with endless affection.

The moment he heard it, Meng Hao’s trembling body froze. His eyes widened.

His breathing stopped. That voice... There was no way he could mistake it.

Not even after countless lifetimes. Not even after the passing of endless years.

Slowly, he turned toward the source of the light. Tears immediately filled his eyes.

Before him stood a woman with the unmistakable face and form of Bai Qing, clothed in a gown of pure white.

When she looked at Meng Hao, her eyes held nothing but profound love.

"Bing’er..." His voice trembled. The woman smiled gently.

Tears instantly appeared in the old man’s eyes.

"Bing’er... Bing’er!"

He cried out like a man who had finally found what he had spent countless lifetimes searching for.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward her. As he moved, something miraculous happened.

The hunched and ugly old man began to change. The wrinkles on his face disappeared.

His bent back straightened. His frail body became tall and powerful.

The ugliness that had accompanied him for countless years vanished like an illusion.

In its place stood an incomparably handsome man. His features were sharp and elegant.

His eyes shone like stars.

He possessed the appearance that had once captivated countless women and shaken entire generations.

This was the Meng Hao of the past.

Not the broken old man who had wandered through the ages searching for his lost love.

Not the lonely figure who had sacrificed everything in pursuit of an impossible reunion.

This was the man he had been before grief consumed him.

The man Ye Hanbing had fallen in love with all those years ago.

As he stood before the woman of light, tears flowed freely down his face.

For the first time in countless years, the obsession that had sustained him finally began to fade.

The two lovers talked, laughed, and cried as they reunited after so many years apart.