Chapter 26: "Going to Bed" with Mom
“Elder Jingyuan, you're too kind. I'm just here to take a casual look around—no intention of disturbing anyone,” Wang Yue replied politely.
Wang Jingyuan sneered inwardly at that. The Wang family's sole remaining young master turned out to be a total pushover. He'd gone to all that trouble staging this big show, mustering his forces for an intimidating welcome—and the kid had folded first.
But for Wang Jingyuan, this was good news. A spineless young clan leader would make it that much easier to seize control of the entire Wang family.
Planting his grandson in the main branch as a direct descendant was just step one in his plan. There were plenty more schemes to come, until the whole Wang family was his.
As for Liu Ruoshi, her cultivation was only a minor realm higher than his, but in Wang Jingyuan's eyes, she was just a woman—nothing he couldn't handle.
Liu Mei sighed inwardly. The young master's retreat had avoided an immediate clash, but he'd lost all momentum—right in front of every hidden warrior present. How would anyone respect him now? How could they follow him?
But then Wang Yue continued, “Come to think of it, Elder Jingyuan, you're from the same generation as my grandfather. You've served the Wang family for decades—true dedication. I've heard lately you've got some requests for the clan. Why not speak them aloud?”
His words sent a shock through everyone: What was he up to?
Wang Jingyuan hadn't openly demanded his grandson's entry into the main Wang family. He'd just let rumors leak through a few channels to gauge the main branch's reaction. Things hadn't escalated to a full break yet.
But now Wang Yue was dragging it into the open.
Wasn't this forcing the conflict into the light, leaving no room for compromise?
Was the kid just young and reckless, or was there more to it?
In an instant, everyone raised their guards, hands itching for action.
Wang Jingyuan narrowed his eyes at Wang Yue, a flash of malice in his gaze. He couldn't quite read the boy's intentions yet, so he held back from striking first.
Whether it was rashness or cunning, no one dared dismiss him now. At the very least, the young clan leader had guts—he wasn't some coward.
After a tense silence, Wang Jingyuan steeled himself. “I wouldn't presume to make demands, young master. But since you've brought it up... I'll be bold. These decades, I've served the Wang family diligently. Even without merit, there's hardship to claim. As one grows old, thoughts turn to descendants. I make no ask for myself—but for my grandson, one favor.”
“Fair enough. My great-grandfather fished you from a trash heap, saved you from the dogs, taught you martial arts to make you a warrior, helped you marry and build a life with a respectable name outside. But compared to your 'hardships and merits,' it's all nothing,” Wang Yue said with a smile, each word peeling back Wang Jingyuan's dirty origins.
As for those so-called merits? What a joke.
In these booming decades for Jinling's three great families, any real threats had been handled by the public forces. There'd been no need for these sheltered warriors.
They'd reaped the family's benefits without lifting a finger for it.
Wang Yue's words shamed not just Liu Mei's loyalists, but even those siding with Wang Jingyuan.
And that was exactly his intent.
Wang Jingyuan was furious. He hated anyone dredging up his past—no one had dared mention “trash heap” to his face in years.
Now the boy flung it out publicly, slapping his face raw.
But Wang Jingyuan had composure. He forced a fleshless grin. “The past is past. I earn those four words—'hardships and merits.' So I'll humbly request one thing of you, young master.”
His eyes bored into Wang Yue like daggers: You've torn the mask off. Give me satisfaction today, or it's mutual destruction.
Liu Mei tensed, her right hand gripping the soft sword coiled at her waist, ready to defend.
She sighed inwardly: The young master is too young, too impulsive. Now he's cornered himself.
Agree, and he'd lose all authority—no takebacks.
Refuse, and with Wang Jingyuan's stance, blood would flow. Even if they won, it'd cost eighty or ninety percent of their lives. The secret base would be gutted; the Wang family crippled.
Wang Yue seemed oblivious. He nodded. “Go on.”
“My grandson is nineteen—not a dragon among men, but top among the youth. I want him formally inducted into the Wang family as a direct descendant.” Wang Jingyuan paused. “Not too much to ask, is it?”
Wang Yue suddenly laughed. “Not at all. Three generations of service from your line—giving your grandson a proper slot is only right. Which one is he?”
Everyone was baffled at his quick agreement. After publicly humiliating the man, he caves to this outrageous demand? Carrot after the stick?
So childish.
But at fifteen, it made sense—a kid playing at carrot-and-stick, thinking it masterful.
A young man in his twenties stepped forward, bowing in warrior fashion. “Greetings, young master.”
This was Wang Jingyuan's grandson, heart pounding with thrill and ambition.
With main branch status, he'd leverage his grandfather to sideline or eliminate this naive boy, then take the whole Wang family.
Then he'd be a Jinling overlord—one-third of the city his.
And Jinling's three families? Notorious beauty nests. The Wangs especially—servants like goddesses, masters immortal beauties.
Turn the Wang family into his grand harem? Life well-lived.
“A fine talent indeed.” Wang Yue nodded, then eyed the forty-plus warriors behind Wang Jingyuan. “And you all? Any requests? Speak now.”
His easy concession tempted a few elders of comparable tenure.
But the situation was murky—better to watch.
“Seems you all think your merits fall short of Elder Jingyuan's. In that case...” Wang Yue spun, yanking a saber from a nearby warrior's waist. Lightning-fast, he slashed.
Pfft~
With a soft pop, the daydreaming grandson's head flew. Blood fountained two meters high from his neck.
The abrupt kill stunned everyone into frozen silence.
Wang Yue acted unfazed. To Liu Mei: “Grandma Mei, have him buried with direct descendant honors. Enter his name in the genealogy.”
Then to Wang Jingyuan: “Elder, I keep my word. Satisfied?”
Wang Jingyuan snapped to, rage exploding. “You brat! How dare you toy with me!”
Claws extended, he lunged.
Liu Mei surged forward to intercept.
But Wang Yue called, “Everyone saw—Wang Jingyuan rebels. Not me bullying from power.”
He vaulted aside, evading the fury-charged grab.
Now at Heavenly Origin Realm 6th layer peak, Wang Yue outclassed him already.
His true qi purity? Over thirty times denser. No contest.
To establish dominance, he unleashed his ultimate.
Eight-Level Gale!
Boom!
The mid-Heavenly Origin powerhouse shattered into a rain of flesh under the blade qi.
The gale roared on, unspent, slamming the forty warriors behind.
Experts among them—even two Earth Palace—but all staggered, tumbling into a heap.
This wasn't eight-level gale—sixteen, at least!
Wang Yue's group stared, dumbfounded.
Even Liu Mei gaped, mouth agape—surprisingly cute on her stunning face.
At her age, “cute” felt off—but warriors defied years.
Strong cultivation kept bodies prime; centuries-old monsters still wed and bred.
Wang Yue's gale—pure heaven-earth essence, not mere wind—scattered after toppling them, under his control.
Else the underground sixth level would've been wrecked.
“Y-Young... master, how are you so...” Liu Mei stammered, lost for words on that slash.
Peak Heavenly Origin power? And he was only fifteen!
Not just her—everyone was awed, that godlike strike etched eternal. Even at Heavenly Origin, Return to Truth, or beyond, its shadow would linger.
Wang Yue's invincible image seared into their souls—no more betrayal thoughts.
“My ultimate move—reserved for special occasions,” Wang Yue said modestly, then to the disarmed warrior: “Sorry, wrecked your saber. I'll replace it—with better.”
The fine blade had crumbled under his true qi, now powder.
“No trouble, young master. Just grab another from the factory,” the man hurried.
Liu Mei smiled bitterly inwardly: Too modest. What 'reserved' ultimate needs such cultivation?
She had to report to the lady soon—the lady underestimated him, hence this test.
But first: cleanup.
Wang Jingyuan had a wife, mistresses, many descendants. The slain was his best-cultivating grandson.
Handle them before news spread, or trouble brewed.
Liu Mei summoned trusted aides, ordering family seizures—fate up to Liu Ruoshi.
Wang Yue, unaware of her tattling plans, wouldn't care anyway.
Resolving to crush Wang Jingyuan meant no more hiding from family. Excuses prepped.
He'd come to drop Li Gang for Liu Mei's training—solved a clan crisis, asserted dominance. Bonus.
Matters settled, he left alone for Wang Family Manor.
Li Gang would stay as “factory worker,” soon transformed.
Wang Yue hadn't reached the manor when word of his feat hit Liu Ruoshi's ears.
Summoned to the main residence upon return.
There sat Liu Ruoshi, Su Mengyan, Chen Rong, Xue Yan, and Huang Yuexiang—five elders in judgment.
Liu Mei's report was staggering: Their Yue'er, mere fifteen, possibly peak Heavenly Origin—or stronger. Unthinkable.
Xue Yan and Chen Rong knew why—but couldn't spill.
They worried too: Such speed meant countless women fucked. Time for a reminder—no random lays, lest disloyal powerhouses leak secrets.
Top sects, holy lands might strike. No one tolerated a future overlord.
“Yue'er greets Grandmother, Mother, Aunt, Stepmother, Third Aunt,” Wang Yue bowed properly—respectful before his stern grandma.
Liu Ruoshi nodded. “Explain your cultivation.”
“Grandmother, last outing with Little Aunt, I got sucked into a weird place. Blacked out—woke with massive gains and a mystery technique in my head.” Wang Yue cribbed xianxia tropes. This world had mysteries aplenty; wild tales passed muster.
Not total lies: Past life secrets.
“Does your little aunt and Xin'er know?” Liu Ruoshi pressed.
“Yes—and they cultivate it too, with big gains.” He'd synced stories with them en route.
Little Aunt's idea: Frame all harem boosts this way.
“What gains?” Liu Ruoshi leaned in.
Wang Yue grinned. “Little Aunt's now Heavenly Origin 3rd layer. Xin'er's Earth Palace 6th.”
“That fast?!” Liu Ruoshi and Huang Yuexiang gaped. Even aloof Su Mengyan stirred.
Xue Yan and Chen Rong feigned shock—eyes wide, mouths agape, joy-mixed awe.
Xue Yan nailed it; Chen Rong overdid.
No one noticed but Wang Yue.
Liu Ruoshi beamed. “Anyone can cultivate it?”
Days to jump Su Mengqing two layers, Xin'er a full realm-plus? Heavenly techniques couldn't match!
“Anyone.” Wang Yue nodded, pivoting: “But results vary. Little Aunt, Xin'er, Hong Ling sisters all tried—only Little Aunt and Xin'er advanced. The four sisters? Nothing yet.”
“Together?” Liu Ruoshi caught it.
“Yes. Gained a strange energy too. Dual cultivation with me—yin-yang sparks it for benefits.” Little Aunt's ploy: All “dual cultivate.” Real ones surged; fakes blamed variance. No leaks, no suspicions.
He suspected her private agenda—like pushing him on Xin'er—but best fix for exposing Xue Yan, Chen Rong, cousins-in-law.
“That energy harm you? Rapid gains—hidden risks?” Su Mengyan fretted, poise cracking.
Her worry warmed him. “Mom, no risks. My true qi purity soared too—all upsides.”
She relaxed, serene again.
Huang Yuexiang: “You survived that space unharmed—maybe your grandfather and them did too? Could return?”
Liu Ruoshi's eyes lit. So many oddities—why not them?
Xue Yan and Chen Rong looked uneasy.
They loved their husbands, doted on Wang Yue platonically—but bodies craved his godlike cock. Husbands back? Disaster.
Wang Yue sighed inwardly. He wished—but impossible, at least three years.
Liu Ruoshi refocused. “Enough dreaming. Teach the technique, Yue'er. We'll try.”
He recited the Dual Cultivation Technique.
“This simple?” Huang Yuexiang blinked.
“Not true cultivation—special method to ignite my energy,” Wang Yue lied smoothly.
They bought it—no difficulty, no effects.
“Conditions?” Liu Ruoshi, clan head, obsessed.
“Quiet spot.” No demos here.
“Mengyan, you first.” Liu Ruoshi cared for her stalled prodigy—Earth Palace peak due to heart demons. Waste.
Wang Jingyuan was bait to jolt her—threat to son might break the barrier.
Wang Yue's purge disrupted that, but his fortune dwarfed it.
Bedroom easy—her own, door shut.
Mother-son entered Liu Ruoshi's room.
Wang Yue thrilled shamefully—not sex, yet cock twitched.
Wang Yue, she's your real mom—no filthy thoughts!
Worse— “mom” fueled it. Steps in, erection brewing.
Warriors controlled bodies post-Earth Palace—even him at Heavenly Origin.
Except his cock. Stimuli? Unruly, stubborn.
Room near; inside, he hopped on bed. “Mom, sit.”
Am I 'going to bed' with Mom?
Virtuous virgin Su Mengyan oblivious to his depravity, smiled, sat. “How?”
“Palms together, circulate.” He swallowed.
She knelt facing, palms met, eyes shut, circulated.
Boom!
Contact—shock. Cock surged, nearly ripping pants.
Faking circulation, he peeked at her unearthly face.
Beauty beyond words—divine, transcending tastes. No flaws; universal perfection.
Mesmerized, breath ragged, cock throbbed harder.
“Yue'er, you're distracted.” Peak Earth Palace sensed it.
He refocused. “Worried it won't work on you...”
Eyes closed, she smiled. “If not, fine. Mom stays Earth Palace—my son protects me, right?”
“Right!” He nodded fiercely.
Fifteen fake minutes: No link. She withdrew, smiled. “No luck. Later—out?”
Cock iron-hard; no standing. “Someone else try.”
“Fine.” She left.
“How?” Liu Ruoshi asked.
Shake. “Failed.”
Disappointed: Mengyan needed another shot.
“Who next?” Liu Ruoshi yielded to daughters-in-law.
“Me.” Xue Yan entered.
Door shut—isolated. She pounced, arms around neck. “Good son, miss Mommy?”
“Desperately!” He hugged, hand groping her fat round ass over clothes.
Her hand dove to his crotch. “Oh, cock this hard?”
He chuckled dryly. “Yen Mommy's too sexy.”
“Liar—just arrived.” She eyed coquettishly, giggled. “Naughty boy—hard for birth mom?”
“I...” Embarrassed, no defense.
She freed his monster cock, stroking. “Not your fault. Your mom's perfection moves even me. Any man would react.”
“Yes!” He nodded eagerly.
He knew truth: Mom's identity alone slayed him.
But her excuse eased his guilt.
“Poor baby, hard and ignored. Mommy'll care.” She engulfed his cock.
Preferred pussy—but body unrecovered. Mouth it was.
Watching it piston her sexy lips, he fantasized: Mom instead...
Vision: Su Mengyan between legs, mouthing cock, fingering her bun pussy.
Fantasy peaked him—body arched, erupted in her mouth.
She nursed every drop, swallowed, grinned. “More for my poor boy.”
Remouthed the softening shaft...
Over an hour: Hands, mouth, tits, ass-grinds. Seven-eight loads swallowed.
“Semen feast—no dinner needed,” she quipped.
“How?” Trio mobbed her.
“Success!” Xue Yan beamed true cultivation.
“Earth Palace 7th?!” Stunned. Hour-plus leap? From Spirit Condensation 5th? Unreal.
Even Su Mengyan stirred—not envy, but vinegar: Stepmom succeeds, birth mom fails?
First jealousy ever.
Others tried: Only Chen Rong “succeeded.” Liu Ruoshi, Huang Yuexiang failed.
Liu Ruoshi thrilled: Two of five. Clan math: Seven quick-risers, plus Wang Yue.
Retries possible.
But pattern? Blood ties? No—Su Mengyan closest, failed; unrelated Xue Yan, Chen Rong won.
Qualities? Lowest succeeded—but Xin'er, Su Mengqing geniuses.
Shrugged off. “Daily all-day?”
“No cooldown days for adaptation. First time huge; later faster than normal, not realms. Bigger gap below me, faster gains. Above? Slower.” Full Dual Cultivation rundown.