Aunt Su Mengyun
At this moment, Wang Yue was in the training grounds, continuing to refine his martial techniques. He had no idea that his warning hadn't made his two young nieces more cautious—instead, it had sparked their scheme of "the whole family joining in."
After another full day of effort, Wang Yue finally succeeded in incorporating the traits of Eight-Level Gale into the simple straight strike of Jade Breaking Palm.
Though he could only manage one true qi rotation for now—turning a move that was originally twice as powerful as a normal attack into four times as strong—it was far from the thirty-twofold amplification of Eight-Level Gale. Still, it was a promising start.
As long as he kept refining it, one day he could infuse this trait into Jade Breaking Palm and even more techniques, while increasing the number of true qi rotations.
In these other techniques, achieving true qi rotations would be far more difficult than in Eight-Level Gale, and the rotations would never match its count. But the power would still surge dramatically.
Take Jade Breaking Palm, for example. It was just a profound upper-tier technique, with power equivalent to twice a normal attack due to its focus on variations. But with two true qi rotations, it would reach eight times a normal attack's power—comparable to a earth-tier upper or even peak technique.
And even if Wang Yue's true qi purity never increased again, he was confident he could push other techniques to three rotations. At that point, the Wang family's Jade Breaking Palm would rival heavenly-tier techniques in power.
The only drawback was that Wang Yue still couldn't overcome the charge-up time required for Eight-Level Gale.
Plus, he'd only perfected the simplest strike of Jade Breaking Palm so far.
So he still had a long way to go.
Thanks to Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan showing off in their room, by evening everyone in the Wang Family Estate knew the two little girls had succeeded in cultivation with Wang Yue. Their realms had leaped straight from Body Tempering to the eighth layer of Spirit Condensation—not far from Earth Palace.
Those in the know couldn't help cursing Wang Yue inwardly as a beast for not sparing even such young children.
But those unaware were thrilled.
They weren't just happy for the girls—they were happy for themselves.
Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan had failed their first tries, just like everyone else. Now they'd suddenly succeeded.
What did that mean? It meant one failure didn't mean eternal failure. Everyone still had a shot.
That very evening, Wang Yue was the first to come knocking, insisting on another try with Wang Yue.
The next day, under Liu Ruoshi's supervision, there was another full-family attempt.
The results were predictably zero successes.
Liu Ruoshi had given up trying to find patterns. The only pattern was there were no patterns—like an uncontrollable lottery, all down to fate.
But since Qianqian and Shanshan had succeeded, it meant hope for all. Just try every few days, and success would come eventually.
After trying with everyone, Wang Yue prepared to leave when Liu Ruoshi called him back.
"Grandma, is something wrong?" Though his cultivation surpassed hers, Wang Yue felt guilty facing his grandmother.
The Wang family had only seventeen women besides him, the sole man—and he'd already "ravaged" seven. If Grandma found out, he didn't dare imagine the consequences.
Liu Ruoshi had no idea what her grandson was thinking. She smiled warmly. "Tomorrow, the three great Jinling families will lead a summit, jointly with Gusu's Bao and Feng families. You'll represent the Wang family."
Gusu was a top-tier city between Jinling and Tianhai. Before spiritual qi revival, the cities were neighbors; now they were thousands of miles apart.
The Bao and Feng families held status in Gusu akin to the three great families in Jinling. They'd cooperated for years, on good terms.
"Me?" Wang Yue blinked. Over the past three years, with Aunt Chen Rong too soft, Mom too aloof, Xue Yan without official status, and Third Aunt Huang Yuexiang too reclusive despite her talents, Liu Xinru had handled such events. He hadn't expected Grandma to have him represent them now.
Clearly, she was starting to groom him as the family helm.
Wang Yue didn't mind. It wasn't about craving power—as the only man, he had to shoulder it, forging a clear sky for all his women, big and small.
He was glad to do it.
"But what about Big Sister-in-Law?" Wang Yue asked deliberately. With their relationship, she wouldn't compete, but Grandma didn't know that—he had to play the part.
"I've spoken to her. She suggested you go." Liu Ruoshi smiled, pleased at the juniors' humility over infighting.
Seeing Grandma's smile, Wang Yue zoned out.
In his memories, she was strict, rigid—he'd rarely seen her smile growing up. Who knew she was so beautiful when she did.
Okay, she was a beauty even unsmiling, but her personality inspired awe and respect. Used to her, and with Mom's perfection as contrast, he hadn't noticed.
That ingrained reverence kept any improper thoughts at bay. He snapped back, nodding. "Got it, Grandma. I'll do great."
"Good. Go prepare." Liu Ruoshi's smile faded quickly, but that stunning moment etched into Wang Yue's mind.
Leaving Grandma's main residence, he headed straight to Big Sister-in-Law Liu Xinru's home.
For tomorrow's summit, his first time in such a setting, he wasn't nervous.
This was an era of strength supremacy. At Heavenly Origin peak, he dominated Jinling openly—the only peer was the Martial Alliance's Jinling branch head.
With true qi thirty times purer than average, Wang Yue was confident even against that one.
Strength bred confidence—no tension here.
But he still had to take it seriously; any faux pas would shame the Wang family.
Liu Xinru had the most experience; naturally, he'd consult her.
"Daddy!" The moment he entered, Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan squealed, throwing themselves into his arms.
"Good girls." Wang Yue scooped them up, one under each arm, and walked into the living room.
Watching, Liu Xinru felt a surreal bliss—like Wang Yue was her husband, forming a happy family of four.
But harsh reality snapped her back—the trio sat, and Wang Qianqian yanked open Wang Yue's pants, pulling out his soft cock to play with.
What family had daughters playing Daddy's cock at the door?
Watching it harden in her daughter's tiny hands, Liu Xinru flushed with shame and anger. "Qianqian, what are you doing?!"
"I missed Daddy's big dick! Just saying hi." Wang Qianqian giggled. "Mom, don't you miss your big-dicked little brother?"
"Keep talking, and I'll rip your mouth!" Liu Xinru was furious, but deep down admitted she craved her big-dicked brother-in-law daily—even right after a fuck, no need be damned.
With "Daddy" there, Wang Qianqian feared nothing, sticking out her tongue at Mom before kneeling, mouth on his glans, sucking. She called her sister: "Shanshan, come on!"
Wang Shanshan blushed furiously, shy—or so it seemed—but dove right in, licking and sucking with her sister on their little uncle's cock.
They'd learned from videos of Mom and aunts, plus copied files—eager to try on Daddy.
Her slutty antics fully witnessed by her daughters, Liu Xinru had no authority over them here. "Do whatever. I'm going to my room."
"Sister-in-Law, don't go—I need to talk." Wang Yue called.
"What about?" Her heart raced. Does this brat want me licking with my daughters?
Truth be told, she kinda did. She felt sick—obsessed with his cock, craving to hold or suck it constantly, needs or not.
Without the girls, she'd have done it like Qianqian.
"Tomorrow I'm representing the family at the summit. What should I watch for?" Wang Yue said.
Liu Xinru recalled the matter, sitting back. "Nothing much. Martial artists aren't formal—no strict rules. Just don't go overboard."
She sneaked glances at his cock, glistening with daughters' saliva. So tempting... wanna lick like them.
Wang Yue inwardly reveled: chatting with sister-in-law while her daughters sucked him off? Pure bliss!
To prolong it, he prodded: "Like what counts as overboard?"
"Cursing at banquets, arguing, smacking lips eating... etc." Liu Xinru's eyes shifted from peeks to staring at her daughters slurping his cock.
"What should I wear?"
...
Wang Yue and Liu Xinru chatted idly, focus on the girls—or rather, their actions.
Liu Xinru had dual-cultivated two nights ago, fucked to seven orgasms with Tang Yuerou—no needs now.
But seeing his cock, she ached to suck it.
Wang Yue? Girls' blowjobs were amateur—less than Mom's, way less than pussyfucking. But the thrill? Peak.
That excitement eroded his stamina; minutes later, he erupted.
Wang Qianqian engulfed the glans, gulping every spurt.
Done, she didn't spit or swallow—pulled Shanshan, French-kissing half the load over. Sisters gulped in unison.
Wang Yue hardened instantly, stunned: Sister-in-Law taught them that? Great mom!
Liu Xinru, equally shocked: Perverted brat abusing his nieces—teaching them this.
She didn't know it was the girls' initiative.
"Mom, your turn!" Qianqian called sweetly post-swallow.
Liu Xinru couldn't bring herself to join her daughters on his dick, but watched them suck him off thrice more.
Then Wang Yue left.
Not unwilling for the real deal—the mother-daughters weren't in "base-hittable" window.
Last night, three orgasms each seemed few, but their youth meant weaker desires than mature women. Those peaks satisfied them for a week.
Bzzz~ Bzzz~
Back home, picking summit outfits, his communicator buzzed.
"Big Aunt?" Wang Yue wondered. Su Mengyun wasn't one for idle calls.
Puzzled, he answered the video call.
A virtual figure appeared: a woman nearly 1.75m tall, long wavy black hair cascading, bare face dazzlingly beautiful—second only to Mom Su Mengyan, same tier as Little Aunt Su Mengqing. Black gown like an evening dress etched with dark gold patterns—mysterious, noble. Massive tits strained the fabric exaggeratedly; tall, statuesque frame exuded pressure.
"Little Yue'er, heard you're repping Wang family tomorrow. Ready?" She grinned playfully, winking like a rogue big sis teasing a shota.
Wang Yue wouldn't call her slutty for it.
She was Mom's elder sister, Big Aunt Su Mengyun—Su family helm, Jinling's most dominant woman, bar none.
Only with him did she drop the act—childless save twin daughters, she treated him like her own son, shedding the fearsome boss for a mischievous little woman.
Little Aunt Su Mengqing was similar: war-goddess adventurer president, yet dependent at heart—irrevocably smitten after his godlike rescue.
All tracing to that upheaval thirty years ago.
Wang Yue admired Grandpa: single-handedly shaping three daughters' facades.
Playful Big Aunt forced dominance for control.
Clingy Little Aunt learned independence, rising to adventurer president.
Mom's aloofness? Not innate—deepest wound, deepest mask. Never shown to anyone.
But Wang Yue was confident: he'd unlock her heart, restore her true self.
"Hey, cat got your tongue?" Su Mengyun pouted girlishly, displeased.
Jinling's millions seeing their queen so cute? Jaws worldwide.
Wang Yue snapped back, chuckling. "Nah, thinking what to wear tomorrow."
"Something formal-ish. No big deal." She shrugged, then sobered. "But don't slack—I hear besides Feng and Bao, a mysterious Tianhai bigshot might attend."
"Tianhai bigwig?" Wang Yue frowned. "Who?"
Su Mengyun shook her head. "Dunno. Feng's cagey—just hinted."
Seeing him ponder, she added: "No sweat. Your Big Aunt's got you."
Wang Yue grinned. "I know. I'm just a kid—if I slip, bigshots won't care."
"Yep, no pressure—just prep your mind." Busy Su Mengyun ended after business.
Wang Yue mused: That bigshot—Li Chonghe, Li Yuan'kui's dad?
Top-city elites, especially high-realm, rarely deigned to "inferior" Jinling.
Only Li Chonghe might check on his lost son. Earlier than Little Aunt predicted, but possible.
Even if Li Chonghe, Wang Yue wasn't worried. Heavenly Origin peak, combat power beyond realm—even normal Return to Truth no threat.
By investigation's end, he might match him. Fear what?
To recharge for tomorrow, Wang Yue rested alone (fine, his women were in recovery—no dual-cultivation).
Next morning, he arrived solo at the city-center seven-star hotel—the summit venue.
Summit started afternoon; he came early to greet Gusu's Feng and Bao reps.
Cooperation history, first time—smart to meet ahead.
Gusu reps arrived yesterday, staying here.
In a presidential suite, Wang Yue met Feng family's rep first.
Middle-aged warrior, thick brows tiger eyes, tall heroic: Feng Haopeng, Gusu Feng head, Heavenly Origin early.
"Nephew Wang Yue greets Uncle Feng." Wang Yue was polite—no arrogance despite superior cultivation.
Feng Haopeng steadied him, smiling. "Years later, you're grown—handsome too. Pity Chen betrothal; I'd want you as son-in-law."
"Uncle jokes. How's Grandpa Feng and everyone?"
"Great! Sit, chat." Feng Haopeng seated him, then sighed.
"Little Yue, don't grieve three years on. Good people have fortune—maybe a boon. Martial artists trapped in secret realms before, emerging stronger after months. Maybe your father too."
"Thanks, Uncle. We think so." Wang Yue thanked, pessimistic inside.
Past cases: days to months, max under a year. Three years gone.
Rebirth memory: six more years empty.
Six-plus years trapped? Unlikely.
Seeing gloom, Feng Haopeng changed tack. "Little Yue, what goodies Wang family prepped for trade? Spoil Uncle?"
This "martial summit": five families leading, two cities' forces/scattered cultivators trading/cooperating.
Beyond partnerships, rare items swapped or sold for credits.
Hosts led, offering valuables—mere trifles to them, priceless to lesser folk.
Wang Yue laughed at the joke. "Dunno—Grandma's picks, arriving afternoon."
"Grandma well? Post-summit, I'll visit." Feng Haopeng admired Jinling's women: holding families post-men loss, prestige intact.
Most: Chen's Ling Xueyan, Su's Su Mengyun, Wang's Liu Ruoshi.
Former two peers, no "visit"; only Liu fit.
Chen's Shen Siying, Su's Chen Lingwei: strong but secondary.
Private visits fine as junior; public improper.
Mid-chat, a boisterous intruder: "Peng-ge, Wang Yue here yet?"
Thirties-ish (martial ages deceptive), not tall—bit over Wang Yue—but bulky, barrel-chested. Round chubby face, tiny eyes/nose: comical.
Bao Guo—name screamed tutor. Gusu Bao head's brother; summits didn't need both heads—Jinling reciprocated.
Spotting rising Wang Yue, Bao Guo strode over, slapping shoulder hard. "Little Wang Yue? Grown! But too skinny—bulk up, got it?"
"Uncle Bao." Wang Yue smiled wryly. Same old: flaunting ox-build to all.
Bao pure inner-family, no body-refining—why the freak physique?
Sending him? Mistake—beside Feng, he screamed bodyguard, not rep.
Inward gripes aside, Wang Yue sat with them, chatting.
Generational gap, no common ground. Martial tips? He was fifteen. Mostly them talking, him listening.
Not techniques—jianghu wisdom. Invaluable for travel, often more than skills.
Hearing elders' open lessons, Wang Yue sighed inwardly: No lie—Gusu duo ties rival Jinling internals.
Good no marriageable sons—or sisters might wed them.
Wait—sisters marrying well? Good thing. Why "good"?
Chatted to lunch, ate together.
Post-meal, Wang items arrived—delivered by personal maid Li Menglan.
Taking the case, Wang Yue held her hand. "Lan-jie, meet two elders."
Pulling her forward: "Lan-jie, Feng Haopeng Uncle Feng, Bao Guo Uncle Bao. Uncles, my personal maid Li Menglan—Lan-jie to me."
"Li Menglan greets Mr. Feng, Mr. Bao." She bowed gracefully.
"No need." They nodded. Stunner—gentle aura. No wonder personal.
Intimate? Beyond master-servant.
Straight Bao Guo blurted: "Little Yue, uncle's saying—beauty natural, youth wild okay. But fifteen—not grown. Women harm cultivation. Easy does it."
"Thanks for concern, Uncle." Wang Yue smiled. "Lan-jie different—with her boosts my speed."
Li Menglan blushed crimson—true, but that method...
Recalling ecstatic flight, she softened, regretting: Seven days too long? Five? Three?
Uncles disbelieved, but youth-love? Not their place.
Wang strict, Liu Ruoshi stern—no excess. No worry.
Post-intros, Wang Yue kept Li Menglan—for summit. His status allowed extras.
Signaling their bond—maids barred such venues.
Seven years in Wangs, she got it—instant tears, aching to offer herself.
Near 2pm, quartet to top-floor banquet hall—summit site.
They should've entered last, but martial folk casual—no commercial pomp.
Hall had Jinling/Gusu small families/scattered early; Su/Chen absent.
Seeing three-family reps, greetings then dispersal.
Circles exist: Qi Condensation cramming Spirit Condensation? No topics—risk mockery, shame.
Wang Yue, Feng, Bao sat casually; Li Menglan behind. Idle chat.
"Jinling Su family—Lady Su Mengyun arrives!" Voice boomed; noise hushed, eyes to door.
A heart-stirring figure entered.
Same black dark-gold gown, but real far pressure-fuller than hologram.
Su Mengyun drew all gazes—no man dared stare.
Poison!
Jinling martial nickname: twofold—beauty/sexiness lethal as toxin; aura repelling as venom.
Aura not faked coldness.
She smiled faintly entering—yet emperor-like, undareable.
"Months absent, Mengyun's aura stronger." Feng Haopeng marveled—one few staring calmly, pure gaze.
Far better than lecher Wang Yue—eyes glued to aunt's jiggling massive tits, drooling shamelessly.
Su Mengyun approached, greeting smiles: "Big Brother Feng, Second Brother Bao."
"Sister Mengyun (Mengyun)." Back.
"Big Aunt." Wang Yue rose, grinning.
"You too." Glancing Li Menglan, she leaned, true-qi whispering: "Brat, like your dad—perv. Snow Goose coming—see her deal you!"
Wang Yue missed words—her nearness brought intoxicating scent; tits nearly chest-bumped.
Quick recover, or public shame.
Warning done, Su Mengyun sat nearby sofa.
As co-host, Wang trio warmly welcomed; her? None dared greet—not unwillingness, fear.