Mom's Secret
Wang Yue chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head with an acting performance so flawless it was downright diabolical.
But when it came to dealing with the other ferocious beasts that Hong Ling and her sisters kept herding over, Wang Yue got serious—even more so than Wang Xin'er.
He had to make sure he used exactly the right amount of power, calibrated to that of a fifth-layer Qi Condensation martial artist.
Simply suppressing his realm wasn't hard; the real challenge was his true qi being so pure that even at the same level, his output was several times stronger than others.
Now he had to suppress his realm and strictly control his strikes' force—like asking a super-strong brute who could shatter boulders with a flex to do delicate embroidery.
And this was hugely beneficial for Wang Yue.
His cultivation had risen too fast, so his mastery over his own power wasn't precise enough. It didn't matter much in daily life or full-power bursts, but controlling it within limits? Not so easy.
For example, he might aim for seventy percent power in a punch, but without fine control, it could come out at eighty percent.
Sometimes, that ten percent—or even a fraction—made all the difference.
At first, the beasts Hong Ling and the others drove over were just Body Tempering realm. But they grew stronger: first-layer Qi Condensation, second-layer... up to fifth-layer.
Once they hit fifth-layer, they stopped escalating and started sending two at a time—one for each sibling.
Fighting beasts at her own level was tough for Wang Xin'er. She was a genius with solid combat talent, but she'd never seen real battle—just sparring with her sisters at home.
Desperate fights like this? She struggled to adapt.
Wang Yue had it even worse.
His experience wasn't much richer than his sister's, and he was burning most of his focus suppressing his realm and dialing back his power.
If not for his higher realm and faster reactions, he might not even beat a fifth-layer Qi Condensation beast.
But the gains were bigger for him too—his power control sharpened to perfection, and his combat experience exploded.
Before, aside from his ultimate Eight-Level Gale, He could only tap four or five tenths of his cultivation. After a full day, that jumped to six or seven tenths.
Progress slowed later on; this method would max out around eighty percent.
The last twenty percent—even superhuman bursts—needed real fights against equals or superiors.
Even at sixty to seventy percent, though, Wang Yue figured he'd have no rivals in the Earth Palace realm without his big moves.
What could he do? His true qi was just too pure, too potent.
The day's training ended without heading back to Jinling—Wang Yue and Wang Xin'er's combat prowess hadn't met Su Mengqing's standards yet.
Even if it had, Su Mengqing wouldn't return. Training the siblings wasn't her main goal anyway.
Three women make a drama; six? Chaos. Instead of crashing at dark, they lit a bonfire, carved prime cuts from the day's kills, and fired up a barbecue feast.
Earth Palace realm let you fast briefly, but even Return to Truth folks ate when they could—food was one of life's great pleasures, after all.
Besides, aside from Heavenly Origin's Su Mengqing and Wang Yue (hiding his Earth Palace realm), none had reached it.
Wang Xin'er was fifth-layer Qi Condensation.
Hong Ling and her three sisters were all Spirit Condensation: Hong Ling highest at seventh-layer, Bai Yan fifth, Lu Bo fourth, Zi Yun weakest at first—but only nineteen, with the best talent of the four. She wasn't far behind the genius siblings.
This didn't mean the Wang girls lacked talent—Wang Yalan, Wang Xin, and the rest were solid. Their lower realms came from environment.
Wang girls were pampered misses and young madams; martial arts were required, but no one drilled them hard. Even Wang Yue (the cousin) only turned martial maniac after a crisis three years back.
Hong Ling's crew? Raised by Su Mengyun as Su family's secret weapons. Martial arts was their life.
Casually run a technique once a day versus drilling it ten times? Worlds apart.
So those costume dramas where pampered nobles beat pro assassins after "a few days"? Pure writer bullshit.
After barbecue, Hong Ling's team strung up a fine, dense metal net around camp.
Beast Territory outskirts, sure—but no slacking. High-voltage during rest: shock for beasts, alarms for them.
Their tents were top-tier too—even an Earth Palace beast needed sustained attacks to breach.
Plenty of time to gear up.
Heavenly Origin beasts out here? Humanity would be screwed. Beasts didn't frontline their elites like humans.
No horde? Stronger beasts lurked deeper, claiming bigger territories farther from human lands.
Tents up, everyone crashed or cultivated.
Wang Xin'er flopped in hers, recapping the day's fights—then her mind drifted to the car ride.
That press between her legs, bumping with bro's every jolt... especially the end. She could fly.
Thinking it, her little hand slipped down, pressing, rubbing.
The daytime rush hit again.
She was sure now—it wasn't pee. Slick, sticky fluid leaked with her motions. Definitely not.
Pleasure built; her hand sped up. Minutes later, she tensed, shuddered uncontrollably, then melted.
"Hah~ Feels so good... but not as good as daytime." Wang Xin'er murmured blankly, her hand no match for bro's big, hard thing.
Sudden urge: corner bro, explore. See what it looked like—didn't match online pics.
But training wrecked her; that release hit hard. Before impulse won, sleep took her.
Midnight. Dead silence.
Wang Yue's tent unzipped silently. He slipped out, blanket in arms.
Su Mengqing's tent stirred too.
No words. Tacit sync: lightfoot over the ten-meter net, dashing afar.
Hundreds of meters out, they stopped. Wang Yue tossed the blanket, grabbed Su Mengqing's sexy frame, panting: "Little Aunt, I missed you so much!"
"I should say that." Su Mengqing sighed. "You've got beauties at home—who's got time for me?"
She didn't know his other dual cultivation partners, but they were in the Wang family, she was sure.
No forcing monogamy—just a twinge of jealousy.
Wang Yue's hands roamed her plump, round ass through leather, grinning: "Even with them, I think of my beautiful, sexy little aunt."
"And with me? Thinking of them?" Su Mengqing pressed.
"No time." Wang Yue buried his face in her heaving tits, grinding.
Not deliberate sweet-talk—equality was tough; bias crept in.
Su Mengqing outshone Xue Yan and Chen Rong in looks, figure... and she was blood aunt. Fucking her boosted dual cultivation and excitement.
More love for her; duty, lust, deeper family ties for the others.
Not pure romance with Su Mengqing either—familial bonds fueled taboo thrill.
"No time" thrilled her—she'd topped them.
Petty twist gone, love and lust flooded her. Arms tight around him: "Good boy, Little Aunt missed you too. Fuck me—now!"
Wang Yue spread the blanket, stripped them bare.
Her black leather battle suit didn't dim her allure—added badass edge. Warrior goddess vibe hooked him.
But he craved barrier-free union.
Not just her pussy—he obsessed every inch.
Fucking while embracing fully, hands roaming skin? Peak bliss.
First round: her on top. He lay back, big dick skyward.
Su Mengqing straddled, ivory legs parting—long, straight perfection. Squatted slow, hand guiding his cock, spreading her fresh-out-steamer white tiger bun pussy. Ass slammed down, tip piercing her dripping hole.
"Ohhh..." Days of craving filled her itchy void. Long moan, then wild ride—like a pro jockey, fast up-down.
Wang Yue savored her tight, warm, juicy saucy pussy milking him. Hands snagged her bouncing massive tits, kneading, shaping gleefully.
Double assault fired her up. Plump ass hammered his thighs—slap-slap—turtlehead battering her core each drop.
Seeing her lost in bliss, Wang Yue amped it: left tit-play, right thumbed her swollen clit, rubbing relentless.
Hips bucked up, driving deeper.
Su Mengqing forgot the world. Ass pistoned madly; each slam crushed her core against his rigid cock. Unprecedented fury drove her mad. As he plunged, she wailed: "Ah... yo... aaah... ah... Yue'er... so good... so... intense... ohh... ah... ah... ah... faster... faster, good nephew... you're fucking me to death... aaah... ah... ah... ah... so comfy... fucked so good by my own nephew... amazing... ah... ah... yes... harder... wreck my pussy... fuck me... explode my saucy pussy... oooh... oooh... oooh... oooh... ah... ooh... ah... ah..."
Her screams stoked his fire. Hands crushed her tits: "Saucy pussy little aunt, my little slut—you're such a whore. Yue'er loves fucking you!"
"Mmm... good... good nephew... hubby... fuck me hard... ah... ah... fuck me... fuck me dead... ah... ah... yow... fuck me dead... ah... yow... ah... ah... I'm fucked... so good... ah... ah... ah... amazing... yes... harder... shove your big dick all in... flip me... so good... ah... so good... ah..." Su Mengqing lost in ecstasy, syncing wails with his thrusts.
Her slutty frenzy maddened him. He surged up, flipped her under him, ass gripped. Piledrived—each slam heavier, pounding her beauty pussy.
"Oooh... oooh... heavens... bliss... good nephew... ah... killing me... hng... hng... Little Aunt's gonna... get fucked dead... I can't... yow... cumming..." Su Mengqing teetered on edge; his brutal fucking shoved her over. Sexy body convulsed wildly, saucy pussy clamping his cock, spasming—then gushing cool yin essence.
Her clamp-and-suck melted his cock. He roared, blasting hot thick cum at her core—blanking her climaxing mind.
Long after, they recovered side-by-side, him cradling her curves, hands caressing back and ass.
"Good boy, you're getting so strong—Little Aunt thought you'd fuck her dead." Su Mengqing murmured. That peak felt otherworldly.
Wang Yue grinned: "So beautiful, so perfect—how could I? If it's too much, I'll go easy next time."
"No!" Su Mengqing shot back. "I love it. Always fuck me this hard—even if you kill me, I'll die happy!"
He chuckled, then: "Little Aunt, while we rest—tell me about Mom?"
"Your mom?" Su Mengqing blinked—from pussy talk to this? "Little perv, you aren't eyeing your own mom too?"
Wang Yue facepalmed, exasperated: "Wrong track. I mean yesterday—you got cut off."
"Ohhh. Thought you wanted mom after aunt." She giggled. "Hey, not bad! Yue'er—be honest, wanna fuck your mom?"
He'd never considered it—but her words conjured Mom's flawless face and figure. Breath hitched.
Snapped back, scowling: "Nonsense. No."
"Liar." Su Mengqing giggled. "Your dick twitched—excited much?"
"Your pussy squeezed too good." Wang Yue deflected. "Spill it."
"Fine—not meant for you, but you're near Heavenly Origin with that miracle dual cultivation. You qualify." Su Mengqing said. "But my pussy's itching—fuck me while I tell?"
He happily obliged, slow-thrusting his big dick in her tender depths.
Before, he'd always gone all-out with Xue Yan, Chen Rong, or her. Now? Chatting mid-fuck? Surprisingly tasty.
Su Mengqing savored the slow slide: "Besides me and Big Aunt, you have a Second Aunt."
"Second Aunt?" Wang Yue paused. "Mom's your second sis?"
"No—Mom's third. Twin older sis: Su Mengchen." She wiggled her ass. "Hey, don't just listen—keep fucking, or I stop."
"Oh." Shock halted him; her nudge resumed his strokes.
"Thirty years ago, at six, big event..."
"Wait—how'd I miss this? Su family twin daughters—Jinling'd know."
"Stopped again! Fuck!" Pussy empty, she griped, then: "Grandpa—your outer grandpa—hid it. Only elites knew."
"Why?" Wang Yue kept pumping, slow and deep.
"Born with insane talent. Su family hid to avoid trouble." Su Mengqing said. "At six, he made a disgusting call."
Face twisted in disgust.
Wang Yue connected dots: Mom's indifference to Grandpa's "disappearance"? Cold-blooded whispers? This.
"For Yang family—martial holy land support—he ignored objections, sent one genius daughter as child bride. Mom picked—but Second Aunt volunteered to protect her."
Sigh. "I was three—fuzzy memories. But Second and Third Sis's tear-wrenching goodbye? Etched forever. After, Mom was a zombie—cultivation only. You and Xin'er thawed her some."
Wang Yue's heart ached. Not detached—dead inside.
That trauma crushed her.
"Three families tied to a holy land—this?" He stopped unwittingly.
No protest this time. Su Mengqing sneered: "Yup. He blabbed to elites. Laughable—Yang never contacted after. Big flag, no gain."
Mom's knot: solved.
Decision crystallized: "Little Aunt, I'm in."
"Huh?"
"Dual cultivating with Hong Ling's crew—if they agree."
"Power-level via more women, storm Yang, grab Second Aunt?" She grinned. "Good—Mom didn't raise a fool. Little Aunt backs you! But Yang's a holy land—not easy."
"Holy land? I'll stand at world's peak, crush 'em all!" Wang Yue declared.
"Yue'er, so handsome—Little Aunt's enchanted." Eyes dreamy, lust surged. "Good boy, fuck me—I need it!"
Goal shelved, he mounted, legs shouldered, pounding fierce...
...
Dawn neared; he half-carried leg-wobbling, pussy-swollen Little Aunt back stealthily. Tucked her in, slipped to his tent.
Night's dual cultivation: Su Mengqing hit Heavenly Origin second-layer.
Wang Yue: Earth Palace ninth-layer.
Pity—her stored yuan yin depleted; first time would've broken him to Heavenly Origin.
But beyond cultivation, he'd fuck his ultimate beauty aunt daily.
Reborn goal: power up for beast tide, unmask puppetmaster.
New: Yang family—rescue Second Aunt. Refuse? Raze 'em.
Grandpa's greed—not Yang's fault strictly.
But past life: Yang absent till end.
With sis-love, Second Aunt'd help—unless trapped, unfree. (Wang Yue'd learn he wronged them.)
Not just Mom's knot—for unseen Second Aunt too.
Her sacrifice birthed him and Xin'er.
Gratitude, kinship: bring her back.
But no rush—holy lands had Transcendence bigshots. Reckless? Splatter.
No fear. Pure Yang Technique, his dual cultivation? Holy land strength soon.
Dawn broke; all emerged.
Hong Ling prepped breakfast—fiery sis as team cook? Masterful.
Each had roles:
Su Mengqing: captain, main fighter, commands/frontline.
Hong Ling: cook, meals.
Bai Yan: agile scout/driver.
Lu Bo: medic (surgery), endurance.
Zi Yun: formations whiz—war arrays boosted team power.
Wang Yue eyed Su Mengqing emerging.
His night's "nourish": her beauty bloomed full—languid allure beyond warrior vibe. Heart-stopping, even for girls.
"Wow! Little Aunt, you're gorgeous today!" Wang Xin'er gushed.
"Thanks to you and Yue'er." Su Mengqing laughed. "With you, I feel younger."
"You're young already!" Sweet Xin'er—truth too.
Thirty-three, Heavenly Origin: peak womanhood, ageless.
Peak lasts; higher realm, longer. Body Tempering locks prime at ~30.
No youth stunting—grows normal, halts mature.
Age irrelevant for martial artists—eighteen bride, eighty groom? Whatever.
Breakfast chatter done, training resumed.
Day two: straight to fifth-layer beasts. Afternoon: sixth, seventh.
Xin'er's talent shone—higher foes? Wins, barely.
Shock: Wang Yue flailed at fifth, same at sixth/seventh—like no change.
They and Su Mengqing knew why; Xin'er and crew? Baffled. His power mysterious.
Night fell—no return. Tomorrow: deeper Beast Territory, real adventure.
True aim: chances for Wang Yue and the four—sisters now, not force. Mutual spark? Ideal.
Tough—him fifteen? Kid to them.
Last night drained her; no repeat. Wang Yue tent-bound, bored.
Dual cultivation killed solo gains. No human net here—no games.
Lazing, faint noise. Tent slit—petite figure darted in.
"Xin'er? What's up?" Wang Yue blinked, yanking a thin blanket over—stripped for bed, just boxers. Awkward for sis.
She sat beside, mumbling: "Bro, I..."
"What?" He eyed her—Mom-like face, stunning, flushed crimson. Huh?
"I... I..." Red-faced stutter.
Truth: Tonight's car-ride replay. Hand not enough—feared sleep post-climax. Straight to bro.
Impulse faded; words failed.
"Tired from day? Hurt?" He reached for her forehead—fever check.
Worse—how to speak? But bailing? No.
Heart steeled: little hand dove under blanket, cupping his crotch.
Wang Yue stunned—sis groped him?
Blue-balled tonight; her touch? Cock "thwacked" hard.
Yes! Xin'er thrilled—gripped. Car hinted huge; now? Hand couldn't circle.
"Xin'er, what's this?" Blanket and boxers buffered, but thrill surged.
"Bro, like yesterday." Shy whisper, grip firm.
"Yesterday?" Obvious—orgasm hooked her.
Beauty rivaled Su Mengqing's; petite loli charm vs. bombshell—tied.
Twin blood sis? Taboo rush.
But limits: "Xin'er, listen—we're blood siblings. Can't."
Bad move—stirred rebellion. Bold: "Then why yesterday OK?"