Restoration of the Maimed Body
Jiang Zimei saw the situation and smiled as she took her leave. "In that case, I won't disturb you mother and son. Oh, right—keep your spiritual platform clear and pure. Don't let any demonic thoughts taint you."
Shen Luhua looked concerned at that. "Demonic thoughts? Why didn't you mention it earlier? Is there any danger?"
"Nothing serious. Just watch over him and use your sword intent to sever them if needed. Of course, it's best if he overcomes them himself."
Shen Luhua relaxed then. "Thank you, shijie."
"No trouble at all." Jiang Zimei tucked a small flower condensed from white clouds behind her ear and departed with elegant grace.
Shen Luhua called after her. "One more thing, shijie—keep Xiao Ye's matter confidential for now."
Jiang Zimei glanced back with a nod and a light smile.
Li Ye could hardly wait any longer. He looked to his mother. "Shall we start now?"
Seeing the eager light in her son's eyes, Shen Luhua knew exactly how he felt. "Yes, right now. I'll stand guard for you."
"Good."
Shen Luhua set up the restriction again, and the two entered the room together. She cautioned him, "Once the extraterrestrial demon dies, it becomes formless and intangible, so it's merely unconscious now. Be careful."
Cultivating the Tianmo Jiuxiang required first scattering one's cultivation, then drawing the demon into the body—a process fraught with peril. The demon would stir heart demons, fully igniting the desires buried in one's heart. Fail to hold to your true self, and you'd fall into those desires: lightly, becoming a puppet of lust; gravely, perishing utterly, reduced to ash. No different from the heart demon tribulation at the sixth realm.
Unlike tribulation, however, success meant seizing the moment when the demon's consciousness faded but its body lingered—refining your own flesh with its demonic qi. Scattering cultivation prevented any clash. Then, discard your original body, merge with the demon's, and gain the Free Demon Body: the Benxiang.
Fortunately, heart demons tested only the dao heart, not cultivation—or no one could ever practice this art.
Li Ye knelt in place and nodded to his mother. "Mom, let's begin."
"Alright. I'll dissolve your cultivation for you." Shen Luhua was deeply worried but showed none of it.
"Good."
He gave her one last serious look, as if committing her image to memory, then closed his eyes in preparation.
Dispersing his own cultivation would have taken months of gradual effort, but Shen Luhua merely extended a slender jade finger and tapped his dantian. Delicate, intricate strands of icy sword qi raced through his meridians in an instant, cleanly severing his third-realm martial artist foundation.
Apart from the sudden weakness of lost power, Li Ye felt no discomfort. He embraced the primordial unity, focusing utterly on visualizing the Tianmo Zizai Diagram. Silently, he intoned, "He transforms into freedom, myriad changes become my body..."
The dreamlike shadow of the heavenly demon stirred at the summons. In a flash, it merged into Li Ye's body and vanished.
Shen Luhua watched him intently, a thread of sword intent poised in her right hand, ready to strike at the first sign of possession.
...
Li Ye awoke from a muddled haze. He'd dreamed... something about transmigrating? The details slipped away, but he remembered his mother in flowing white palace robes, ethereal as an immortal, too beautiful for the mortal world.
Heh, what a ridiculous dream. Transmigrating is one thing—why would Mom be there too?
"Xiao Ye, awake yet? Time to eat."
Shen Luhua opened the door, dressed in a long skirt with silk stockings, her smile gentle and warm as she gazed at him.
Sunlight streamed through the window, mingled with birdsong and distant carriage bells. Li Ye rubbed his sleepy eyes, warmed by his mother's smile. "Coming right up," he said with a grin.
But a flicker of surprise crossed her lovely, refined face. "So obedient today?"
"Huh?" Li Ye blinked, caught off guard.
Shen Luhua lifted his blanket for a peek, then chuckled softly. "Says he's getting up, but look how big it still is."
Before he could process it, she sat on the bed and raised a leg sheathed in flesh-toned silk stockings, rubbing it lightly against his thigh.
The silky friction against his skin, her faint orchid scent filling his nose—his morning erection surged before he could react, tenting his undergarments and exposing the plump, rounded glans.
"Full of energy today, aren't we?" Shen Luhua smiled tenderly, her gentle air turning coquettish. She pointed her stockinged toes, sliding them along his inner thigh toward his underwear.
The cool, slippery touch of her nylon-clad toes sent a shiver through him. Endless craving welled up, yet instinct screamed something was wrong. Panicked, he blurted, "Mom, what are you doing?"
"You little pervert, what game do you want to play now?" She countered with a teasing smile, pressing both stockinged feet against his bulging tent. Her toes deftly nudged the exposed glans, rubbing his underwear downward.
The light touch of his mother's nylon feet on his cock made Li Ye's soul tremble. This indescribable pleasure felt so familiar... yet utterly alien.
What's wrong with Mom? But it feels so good... No... this is all wrong...
He started to speak, then glanced at his exposed lower body: a mighty cock, thick-veined and rigid...
Suddenly, he didn't want to think anymore. This is fine. Nothing wrong here...
Just then, her delicate toes curled, smearing across his massive glans. Her snowy foot, veiled in gossamer nylon, gave his shaft two more teasing presses before withdrawing.
Relief washed over Li Ye as she stopped. He exhaled shakily—but regret surged too, his mind a whirlwind as he stared at her, lost.
He noticed, with shock, how stunningly seductive his mother was: painted brows, snow-white skin, a chisel-sharp nose, light vermilion lips. Her refined beauty now carried a subtle allure that stalled his heart.
As he opened his mouth, her exquisite red lips parted. She leaned down and engulfed his massive cock in her mouth.
Li Ye's mind reeled. The warm, wet suction milked him, pleasure drowning thought. Countless impulses flashed—but he endured, shoving back with a fierce shout: "You're not my mom! Who are you?"
She lifted her head in surprise. "Xiao Ye, what's wrong?"
He ignored her, probing the faint, tearing wrongness that had nagged him. Mom wouldn't do this. Where was the disconnect...? How had it escalated like this...? The past... right, the last five years' memories...
The dissonance swelled. Abruptly, the world plunged into darkness. The Shen Luhua before him smiled seductively. "What's wrong? Isn't this what you want most?"
"Lies!" As reality shattered, memory flooded back. This demon is loathsome.
"You fool yourself, but not me." The heart demon in his mother's guise smiled seductively. Her dress slipped from her shoulders, baring her jade-smooth, voluptuous form.
Li Ye's breath hitched. He crushed the rising lust and snarled, "You don't understand. That's my mom."
"A mother? Even better, no?" She smirked.
"Like hell."
Even as he spat it, the boundless pleasure of her mouth lingered, tempting him to sink. Warning bells rang; he steeled himself, refusing to dwell.
"Or perhaps... you crave more?" Her voice fell, and countless graceful figures materialized around them.
Xue Yunrong, Jiang Zimei, Xing Chushuang... even palace newcomers like Liu Guiren and An Pin... teachers from memory's depths...
"All illusions in the end... I'm a eunuch... aren't I?" Li Ye laughed bitterly. His deepest wish, yes—but memory restored, he knew he couldn't indulge now...
The demon faltered. Suddenly, visions shifted: from eunuch to powerhouse, toppling emperors, wielding supreme authority, a ninth-realm celestial whom the world bowed to...
Myriad fantasies assailed him, but they paled against earlier temptations. For a boy just past his teens, such glories were too distant to shake his core.
At last, illusions faded. In the void, Li Ye seized inspiration, channeling the art intuitively: from existence to nothingness, then back...
Shen Luhua watched her son tensely. Only when his body began vanishing from feet upward did she exhale in relief. He'd passed the heart demon and begun true cultivation.
His form dissolved, leaving a heart pulsing midair. Even that turned semitransparent, demonic patterns etching its surface—then solidifying. Patterns spread, flesh regenerated...
Long moments later, Li Ye's eyes snapped open to his mother's anxious gaze.
"Did it work?"
He didn't need to check; the void below felt filled with a massive presence.
"It worked." Li Ye sighed in relief. Only now did true, inward freedom dawn.
Shen Luhua released a pent-up breath. "Good... as long as it worked..." Tears spilled unbidden as she spoke.
"Mom, why cry? We should celebrate."
"Celebrate... Mom's so happy..." She laughed through tears, pulling him into an embrace. "Mom just aches for you..."
"That's all in the past." Li Ye chuckled softly. He felt utterly relaxed—body restored, mother reunited. Dreams he'd never dared voice had converged. For the first time in five years, joy filled him completely.
Shen Luhua sensed his ease and lost control all over again. She couldn't fathom his suffering these years, clutching him fiercely as if to reclaim every lost moment.
Li Ye grew awkward. Her proud breasts pressed against his chest; with only a dudou beneath her garb, he felt their softness plainly through the fabric. Her faint scent enveloped him. Blood surged—his cock "thrummed" erect, iron-hard.
Thrilled to be a real man again, yet mortified lest she notice, he gently pushed her away. "Alright, Mom. I'm fine now."
Lost in sorrow and bliss, she hadn't noticed. Smiling, she said, "Good. As long as you're fine."
Her tear-streaked face only heightened her fragile allure. Staring at her, Li Ye's thoughts drifted unbidden to the illusion—her lips around him...
He jolted, guilt surging, and banished the notion. "Mom, you're tired too. Rest. I'll sort my feelings."
She hesitated, aware her tearfulness wasn't fitting. "Alright. I'll come find you later."
"Mm."
Mom's so beautiful... even more ethereal than in the illusion...
Li Ye rubbed his aching erection, blood pounding.
His new body was pristine, but he bathed anyway, inspecting himself closely. Whip scars gone, skin renewed. His cock was enormous—whether natural or wish-born, it stood iron-hard at over twenty centimeters, intimidatingly thick.
Cleaned up, he donned a standard Shangqing Sword Sect daoist robe. In the bronze mirror, he barely recognized himself: same features, but no trace of former caution. Sword brows, star-bright eyes—brimming with vigor.
Grinning in satisfaction, Li Ye pondered his path ahead.
Reunited with Mom, they'd stay together. But he couldn't join Shangqing Sword Sect... She'd likely leave with him. So where to?
Wander the world? Tempting—he'd barely seen it yet...
But his art only covered the first four realms... And these five years couldn't end so simply...
Back to the palace, then? The Zhenyan Dan shouldn't be an issue...
Decision made: return to the palace, secure the full Tianmo Jiuxiang. Settle grudges. Then roam with Mom, exploring the world freely...