The Power of Bloodline
But this was only temporary. Just a few minutes later, as Wang Yue lay sprawled across his beautiful and seductive little aunt's back, inhaling the faint, intoxicating fragrance of her body, he felt himself stirring again. His cock hardened and lengthened, sliding back along the same path it had taken before, plunging once more into Su Mengqing's enticing, sunken bun pussy.
Immediately, the Dual Cultivation Technique activated on its own, refining and enhancing their true qi while stoking their mutual desire.
Soon, another fierce, gut-wrenching battle erupted between them...
Boom!
When Wang Yue unleashed his scorching semen into Su Mengqing's womb for the ninth time, channeling the refined true qi into her body through their dual cultivation, she suddenly convulsed violently. Her cultivation, which had only reached the peak of the Earth Palace Realm less than half a year ago, broke through to the Heavenly Origin Realm in one explosive surge.
Moreover, her foundation showed no instability from the rapid breakthrough—it was utterly solid, and the purity of her true qi far surpassed what it had been the day before.
That's right; it was now past midnight, technically the next day.
Su Mengqing's addiction seemed insatiable. She'd only just lost her virginity to her nephew, yet she'd clung to him relentlessly, letting him fuck her nine times straight.
Thankfully, her physique was far sturdier than Xue Yan's or Chen Rong's, or she might truly have been fucked to death by her own nephew, just as she'd moaned in the heat of it.
Though her cultivation had leaped to a major new realm, it didn't restore her stamina. Exhausted and no longer able to withstand his pounding, Su Mengqing finally begged for mercy. "Good boy, spare your little aunt... Once I've rested up, you can fuck me again."
With that, she didn't even pause to celebrate her breakthrough. She simply hugged Wang Yue tight and drifted into a deep sleep.
Seeing how drained she was, Wang Yue couldn't bear to torment her further. He settled down quietly as well.
At this serene moment in the tranquil woods, aunt and nephew lay entwined. Her arms wrapped around his body, one long, slender leg draped over his waist, pulling her shorter nephew close in a tight embrace. It was truly a heartwarming scene of an aunt doting on her beloved child.
Provided, of course, you ignored the cold, hard fact that his cock was still buried deep in her pussy!
...
Since his rebirth, Wang Yue had been constantly on the move and hadn't slept a wink. Now, cradled in his little aunt's arms, he finally slumbered peacefully.
...
The next morning, Wang Yue was roused by the chirping of birds in the forest.
Clearly, the deterrent from his knife strike the day before had worn off; the birds and beasts were venturing close again.
To avoid waking her, he carefully unwound her soft arms and legs from around him, then eased backward inch by inch, withdrawing his iron-hard cock from her pussy.
Gazing at her stunning face and seductive curves, feeling the exquisite grip of her premium bun pussy, Wang Yue ached to slam back in and give her a morning workout.
But considering she still needed rest, he restrained himself.
Pop~
As his cock finally slipped free, her saucy pussy let out a reluctant little sound. Having been stuffed for so long, that plump bun couldn't close up right away, lingering open instead of returning to its tight slit.
She was truly worn out. With a Heavenly Origin Realm expert's senses, she'd normally wake at the slightest disturbance. But now, even after her pussy had been thoroughly ravished inside and out by his cock—instinctively reacting with pleasure—she showed no sign of stirring.
He rose gently, slipping on just his underwear while draping the rest of his clothes over her to modestly cover her flawless nude form, lest he lose control from staring.
Then Wang Yue sat nearby, quietly sensing the changes within himself.
After nine intense rounds with his little aunt and a full night of dual cultivation, his cultivation had reached the seventh layer of the Earth Palace Realm.
The Earth Palace Realm was nothing like the first three realms for martial artists. Body Tempering, Qi Condensation, and Spirit Condensation were mere foundations. Only at Earth Palace did one truly step onto the martial path.
Thus, their cultivation speeds were worlds apart.
If word got out that someone had surged six layers in the Earth Palace Realm overnight, it would terrify everyone—shattering all conventional wisdom.
Even Wang Yue was astonished. Back in the Spirit Condensation Realm, dual cultivating with his mom Xue Yan hadn't netted him this many levels at once.
It was partly because his little aunt's cultivation outstripped his own, but Xue Yan had been stronger than him too at the time.
And after his little aunt advanced to Heavenly Origin, they hadn't continued; they'd been in the same major realm before that.
So Wang Yue concluded the key factor was his little aunt herself.
As his blood-related little aunt, they shared a portion of the same life essence, doubling the dual cultivation benefits.
This wasn't exclusive to him; she benefited too. Without that blood tie, she couldn't have broken from peak Earth Palace to Heavenly Origin after just one night.
With his budding grasp of yin-yang principles, Wang Yue understood it well.
Yin and yang were one, rooted in the same source. Dual cultivating with those sharing more of his essence yielded greater results.
Is this forcing me down the path of blood relatives?
Wang Yue chuckled wryly to himself, shoving the worry aside as he continued examining his true qi.
Beyond jumping to the seventh layer of Earth Palace, its purity had risen again—to a full twenty-five times that of an ordinary martial artist.
The purer the true qi, the greater the power. Now, even without Eight-Level Gale, he could hold his own against a sixth-layer Heavenly Origin expert.
With Eight-Level Gale, though...
He tested it discreetly. His true qi now completed five rotations with power to spare.
Compared to yesterday, his base purity had quintupled, yet it only added one rotation. The later stages demanded freakishly pure true qi.
But that single extra rotation doubled the amplification from sixteenfold to thirty-twofold.
Even a fresh Return to Truth Realm powerhouse might hesitate to take it head-on.
Of course, challenging a Return to Truth bigshot with it was wishful thinking.
The move needed time to unleash—under half a second, but a Return to Truth expert's reflexes and speed made dodging trivial.
To use it against elites, he'd need higher cultivation to slash the startup dramatically.
Suddenly, Wang Yue found the technique a bit underwhelming. To make it too fast for Return to Truth dodges, he'd need mid-Heavenly Origin (layers four to six).
By then, his true qi purity alone might match them without it.
Still, it wasn't useless—a perfect trump card for catching foes off guard.
So, unless necessary, he'd never use it openly.
About two hours passed.
The sun had climbed high, its rays filtering through the leaves onto Su Mengqing's face, gently waking her.
She opened her beautiful eyes slowly, spotting Wang Yue beside her, and smiled sweetly.
Last night's scenes were etched in her mind, still deliciously vivid.
Though propriety forbade it, she wouldn't deny it: her heart and body had utterly fallen for this boy—not yet a man—her own nephew.
"Little aunt, you're awake." Noticing her stir, Wang Yue turned, his gaze brimming with tenderness.
Su Mengqing sat up, tossing aside the clothes he'd draped over her, heedless of her perfect nude body bared before him. "Up early, little guy?" she teased with a laugh.
Wang Yue's lecherous eyes lingered greedily on her naked form: those full, perky tits; that slender, graspable waist; those coiled, endless legs; and especially the hairless white tiger bun pussy between her thighs, slightly parted from sitting cross-legged, revealing its rosy inner slit. Everything tempted him fiercely.
"Little aunt, keep this up, and I won't hold back—I'll fuck you again!" he growled, breathing heavily.
Su Mengqing giggled, crooking a finger at him. "Come on then. Think your little aunt's scared of you?"
With a tiger's roar, Wang Yue lunged.
She laughed melodiously, dodging aside before turning serious. "No playing now—we've got plenty of time later. I need to hurry back to Jinling. I called last night saying I was fine, but those guys always sugarcoat bad news. I'm worried."
Seeing her concern for her teammates, Wang Yue had no objections. He stopped fooling around, grabbing his clothes from beside her and dressing.
Su Mengqing quickly donned her combat suit too.
As they prepared to leave, a thought struck Wang Yue: After dual cultivating with him, her true qi purity must have soared. Why not teach her the technique? An extra trump card for her.
He grabbed her jade hand. "Little aunt, hold on. I'm going to teach you a martial technique."
"Teach me a technique? Like yesterday's?" Her heart skipped, recalling how he'd appeared at the critical moment, slashing down that Heavenly Origin beast with one strike.
That scene had stirred her long-dormant heart for the first time in over thirty years, sparking her deep love for this young man.
Wang Yue nodded, fetching his Cold Moon Treasure Saber from the car. He drew it with a shing, turning to her. "Little aunt, watch closely."
He leaped skyward. True qi spun five times through his meridians, pushing toward a sixth—but falling short.
Still, it sufficed. Mid-air, he slashed down.
Instantly, the earth quaked. Ahead, the ground split into a two-meter-deep, forty-to-fifty-meter gash.
The gale it whipped up was fiercer too, snapping smaller trees at the waist and shredding leaves from the larger ones.
"So strong!" Su Mengqing's mouth fell open in shock.
Now a Heavenly Origin powerhouse herself, she knew she couldn't block it if facing him—no chance at all.
Wang Yue was thrilled too. After six levels, not only had the power surged, but the execution time had dropped from half a second to a third.
With further gains, instant cast wasn't impossible.
Then it'd truly be his ace!
As he landed, Su Mengqing seized his shoulders excitedly. "What's it called? Where'd you learn it?"
"Eight-Level Gale!" Wang Yue boasted smugly.
"Eight-Level Gale?" Su Mengqing shot back. "What a weird name. And that wind you kicked up was way beyond eight levels."
"Weird?" Wang Yue grinned. "Read it backward—totally normal. And you've experienced it firsthand."
"Backward? Eight-Level Gale... Crazy Big Dick..." She recited it, blushing furiously as she swatted him playfully. "You little punk!"
"So, wanna learn?" Wang Yue laughed.
Su Mengqing huffed. "I don't have one of those. What good's learning it?"
"You don't have the tool, but you've got what tames it." Wang Yue leered. "My cock can go crazy, but once it's in your bun pussy, it obediently surrenders its essence."
Her heart fluttered, last night's ecstasy flooding back. She yearned for another round.
But Jinling awaited. She steeled herself. "Can you be serious for once?"
"Fine, fine, no more joking." Wang Yue straightened. "Eight-Level Gale is just my silly name. It's actually that technique from Lingyun Pavilion."
"That one?" Su Mengqing gaped. "How's it this powerful?"
"Everyone figured it out: the purer the true qi, the stronger it gets. No upper limit if our true qi's pure enough." Wang Yue explained.
Su Mengqing sensed her own true qi—and gasped again. "Mine's ten times purer now!"
"Perks of dual cultivating with me." Wang Yue beamed shamelessly before his little aunt.
She hadn't expected dual cultivation to boost not just cultivation speed but purity too. This kid's a real treasure.
Under his guidance, she mastered it quickly.
It wasn't hard; with her foundation, a dozen practices sufficed—faster than him even.
Mastered? Time to test.
No weapon required. Hers was a spear, but yesterday's had been knocked away by the giant leopard; he hadn't retrieved it.
She snapped off a suitable tree branch instead.
In a flash, spear-wielding Su Mengqing became the unyielding battle goddess once more. She leaped like him, thrusting the branch like a staff downward.
Boom!
The ground exploded into a meter-deep crater spanning meters wide.
Her wooden "spear" disintegrated into powder, scattering on the wind.
Though Heavenly Origin, she'd only managed four rotations, her purity lagged his, and the branch sucked. Still inferior to his strike.
But sixteenfold power thrilled her like a girl. She grabbed his hand, bouncing. "Amazing! This is my new ultimate move!"
"Little aunt, it's strong, but don't use it lightly." Wang Yue cautioned.
Her experience dwarfed his; she knew the flaws. "Right—instant cast or bust. Trump card only."
Elated, she hugged him tight, planting a soft kiss from her petal lips on his cheek.
Wang Yue grumbled. "Little aunt, don't baby me like this. Makes me feel like a kid."
She giggled. "But you are a kid!"
"Am I?" He thrust his hips defiantly, his cock—harder after her goddess display—poking her thigh through their clothes.
"Shorty. Till you outgrow me, you're a kid." She teased. "You took the wrong growth path—cock over height."
A fifteen-year-old at 1.7 meters wasn't short, but her towering figure made him feel it.
Mom and Stepmom are better—at least I don't feel childish next to them!
His pride stung. But then: even they, in heels, would leave him short for standing doggy.
Double whammy. He sulked like a defeated pup.
Youth's optimism rebounded quick: So what? A stool works. I'll fuck 'em till they call me Daddy!
Oblivious to his inner drama, Su Mengqing named her version.
"Benevolent Love Conquers Enemy King?" Wang Yue blinked. Weirder than his.
It fit, though: her spear was king of weapons; benevolent path invincible, rivaling Yue Fei's.
Surface meaning. Real one? Backward: Wang Yue Loves People!
Deeply touched, he hugged her fiercely, ego forgotten. "Little aunt, I love you!"
Like a kid nuzzling an adult—not man embracing woman.
Technique taught, they headed back. Passing the fortress after checks, they drove to Jinling.
Wang Yue stuck with her to the Jinling Martial Artists Association.
Two lives, first visit. Time to see it.
The association was massive; over ninety percent of unaffiliated cultivators registered, plus many from clans and sects.
"Scattered cultivators" were unaffiliated, family-less martial artists—often ordinary folk lucky in beast territory.
After gaining techniques and succeeding, they registered for official status.
This protected them from clan/sect robbery—at least overtly.
They could take disciples (registered, max ten total descendants, or heavy penalties).
The system jealously capped martial artist numbers.
Jinling's branch filled a towering skyscraper.
Entering, all bowed respectfully to Su Mengqing.
She radiated heroic poise now—no trace of the moaning vixen under him. Her battle goddess aura awed.
At the top-floor president's office, before she could call, four figures burst in.
"President."
"Captain."
"Qing-jie."
"You okay?" they chorused.
Su Mengqing smiled faintly. "I'm fine—the wound's healed. Come, meet my nephew, Wang Yue."
"Young Master Wang." They greeted him deferentially in unison.
"Hello, sisters." Wang Yue's sweet tongue flowed naturally. Yesterday's focus was all her; now he noticed: all four teammates women—and beauties.
Not quite her level, nor the Wang beauties', but eight-five in his eyes.
"Yue'er, my comrades and partners: Hong Ling, Bai Yan, Lu Bo, Zi Yun." Su Mengqing introduced.
Matching their name colors in combat gear.
Hong Ling in red: thirties, fiery aura, blazing red lips, voluptuous MILF supreme.
Bai Yan in white: late twenties, petite and nimble, swallow-like.
Lu Bo, mid-twenties green: delicate, pure, clear as a jade pool.
Zi Yun, youngest under twenty, purple: bubbly cutie.
All top beauties, unique flavors. Cultivations unclear sans techniques.
This world lacked instant-cultivation-scanning; only veterans judged roughly by moves.
Introductions done, Su Mengqing asked what happened after he whisked her away.
Soon after, a Heavenly Origin expert arrived; with the giant leopard crippled, they routed the beasts.
Unknown savior—military and girls alike clueless. He rescued, then vanished.
Wang Yue got it: past life, sans his intervention, her team held the leopard till the expert arrived.
"Qing-jie, who saved you yesterday?" Gossip ignited; bubbly Zi Yun asked.
Su Mengqing glanced at Wang Yue, smiling. "No idea. Masked. Healed me, left without a word."
"Sigh, hero saves beauty—gone." Hong Ling sighed, grinning. "If he'd stayed, you'd repay with your body."
"Nah, strong but shorter than Qing-jie. Mismatch." Bai Yan eyed Wang Yue. "Build's like Young Master Wang, though."
Su Mengqing smiled. "Who knows? Maybe this kid's playing mysterious."
The four laughed. A fifteen-year-old? Impossible strength. No way.
Scattered cultivators, sans backing, needed grueling training to advance.
Confirming her safety and chatting idly, Hong Ling's group left to cultivate.
Watching them go, Wang Yue asked, "Little aunt, your four teammates reliable?"
"Absolutely. Surface scattered cultivators, but Big Aunt raised them from kids. Loyal to Su family—to me." She spilled the secret freely. "Why ask?"
"Just curious." He shook his head, but thought: If possible, get closer—dual cultivate one or two, boost 'em.
Yesterday, she'd shielded them fiercely. At peak Earth Palace, sans the Heavenly Origin beast, she could've fled alone—but didn't.
Would it recur? Can't let teammates drag her every time.
Couldn't say aloud; she'd tan his hide.
Plus, they might refuse dual cultivation. No forcing—take it slow.
But Su Mengqing beat him: "They're my sisters—all celibate like me. If I convince 'em, you up for dual cultivating?"
"Huh?" Wang Yue blanked. Normal for him as a guy, but her? From her technique name, she loved him romantically. Women shared men?
"Yesterday clarified things." She continued. "In this world, only strength's real. Sharing you stings a bit, but we've centuries ahead—millennia maybe. But only if we survive. Need power, manpower—to protect you, me, Jinling's three families. Long life's less lonely with company."
Soulmates—we sync perfectly.
He feigned reluctance. "Feels off."
"Hypocrite. Fucks his own aunt, but rejects delivered beauties?" She scoffed, then purred seductively. "All virgins—gorgeous figures. Hong Ling's huge tits, fat ass—you love big asses. Don't wanna pound hers from behind?"
Her words ignited him. He groped her plump ass, grinning. "Right now, I just wanna grab your fat ass and fuck you senseless from behind!"
His touch tickled her core. She swatted his hand, pouting. "Stop! This is my office!"
"Perfect—fucking little aunt in her office? Thrilling!" He laughed, true qi locking the door. He flashed behind, cupping her ass through the black suit.
"No, stop fooling." Her refusal was soft, powerless—more invitation.
Her mewling fueled him. He unzipped, shoving down his underwear, freeing his rock-hard cock.
Her one-piece black suit was tricky; he gathered true qi at his fingertip, slicing the crotch. The tough leather parted, exposing half her glorious cheeks and her plump bun pussy fully.
Snowy globes half-wrapped in tight black—irresistibly sexy. Lust raging, he readied to mount.
But awkward: she was eight cm taller, all in those legs. No heels, but boot soles added two cm. Standing straight, his cock sat ten cm too low.
Her fat cheeks blocked; even at twenty cm, only the head might poke in.
She glanced back, giggling. "Little guy, stand-fuck your aunt? Grow first."
"No way!" Annoyed, he eyed corner file stacks, yanking one over with true qi to stand on. Perfect height.
He pushed her torso onto the desk, her sexy ass high and round. Aligning with her flooding saucy pussy, he squelched in balls-deep.
"Awooo~!" Su Mengqing cried blissfully. After last night's marathon, her pussy fit him perfectly—no pain, pure ecstasy.
"Gotcha now, huh, good little aunt? Fucked by your nephew—feels good, right?" He thrust, taunting.
Office risk heightened her tension—and thrill.
Soundproofing was top-notch; no leaks. She wailed freely: "Ah... good hubby... little aunt's... real... hubby... ohhh... little aunt... feels... so good... big-cock... nephew... fucks... fucks into my... core... fast... dear nephew... little aunt... wants you... wants you... fuck me... hard... ah... so good... little aunt... bliss... dying... ah... ah..."
Her moans drove him wild. Gripping her ass like dough, he hammered as if dismantling her.
"Dear nephew... your... huge cock... fucks little aunt... to heaven... dear... dear nephew... you're... little aunt's... real hubby... ah... little aunt's... pussy... so... so good... pounded bliss... fucked... perfect... little aunt's... whole body... numb... dear nephew... dear hubby... you... fuck so well... mmm... ah... ya... you're... little aunt's... big-cock... good hubby... little aunt's... good nephew... love you... to death... ah... little aunt... can't... gonna cum... gonna cum... ah... ah..." Overexcited, she neared climax after just over a hundred strokes.
As peak loomed, the doorbell rang.
She jolted, ignoring the edge. "Stop—pull out! Later."
But he ignored, clutching her ass tight, refusing withdrawal. Stepping off the files, he leaned back—head on ground, body arched like a bow.
Now she straddled his bow, pussy still gripping his cock tight.
Knowing he wouldn't relent, she shuffled forward cock-sheathed, waist against the desk. The broad surface hid them; no one peeking behind would see.
Prepared, she hit the desk button. The locked door clicked open.
"Qing-jie, why so long?" Bai Yan entered, puzzled. Su Mengqing never locked; they'd waltz in. What's today?
Su Mengqing forced calm. "Just thinking. What's up?"
Bai Yan eyed her flushed face worriedly. "Qing-jie, your face is so red. Internal injury lingering?"
She shook her head. "Really fine. Don't worry. Ah—!"
The little devil had thrust up during her talk, ramming his massive head into her core.
To hide bobbing from more thrusts, she lifted her ass off him.
Big mistake—it freed him. The punk started bucking upward rhythmically.