Little Aunt's "Revenge"
The one who launched the sneak attack was naturally Wang Yue.
He'd lured Li Chonghe out tonight for one purpose: to kill him. There was no such thing as martial honor in a situation like this.
Besides, he was only at the Heavenly Origin Realm, while Li Chonghe was a Return to Truth Realm powerhouse. Even if word got out about the ambush, there'd be no shame in it—choosing a head-on clash across two major realms would be the real sign of a deranged mind.
So Wang Yue struck without hesitation or mercy.
Impressive as Li Chonghe was—a battle-hardened Return to Truth Realm expert—he still reacted in that split-second flash of steel. He twisted aside instinctively, dodging a lethal blow to the head, then raised his left arm to block the blade.
Boom!
Their true qi clashed with a thunderous roar.
Li Chonghe spun away from the strike, sent flying by Wang Yue's blade, while Wang Yue was halted by the counterforce of his opponent's true qi, unable to press the advantage.
"Who the hell are you?" Li Chonghe scrambled up from the ground, demanding sharply, though shock gripped his heart.
This masked assailant had the aura of a peak Heavenly Origin Realm warrior, yet his attack power was insane.
The leap from Heavenly Origin to Return to Truth was a qualitative transformation, an unbridgeable chasm.
Even a fresh Return to Truth cultivator facing a peak Heavenly Origin ambush shouldn't take real damage.
But this masked bastard hadn't just wounded him—a third-layer Return to Truth expert—he'd done serious harm. That single slash had carved a long gash across his left arm, and the intruder's tyrannical true qi had erupted inside the wound, nearly obliterating the meridians in his entire limb. It was crippled for the foreseeable future.
Wang Yue was inwardly stunned too. Return to Truth Realm was ridiculously powerful. With his true qi thirty-odd times purer than average, amplified thirty-twofold by Eight-Level Gale, he'd only managed to injure Li Chonghe and waste one arm. Good thing he hadn't gone for a fair fight— he might not have won.
"Who might you be, sir? What grudge do you hold against me? As the saying goes, better to make friends than foes. If I've offended you somehow, name it—I'll make amends." Li Chonghe spoke calmly, buying time to circulate his true qi for healing while eyeing the masked man's techniques covetously.
A peak Heavenly Origin cultivator crippling a third-layer Return to Truth? That had to be some insanely powerful martial art. If he could snag it...
There's an old trope: villains die from talking too much.
Wang Yue wasn't the villain, so he wasted no words. Shaking off the lingering true qi obstruction, he charged again.
This time, though, he sheathed his blade and attacked barehanded.
Eight-Level Gale was devastating, but that split-second wind-up was a fatal flaw against someone like Li Chonghe.
Better to hold it in reserve for a surprise strike.
"Jade Breaking Palm? You're from the Jinling Wang Family!" Li Chonghe parried while exclaiming in disbelief. Since when did the Wangs have a monster like this?
Wang Yue didn't reply, unleashing a furious barrage of palm strikes.
Li Chonghe was badly hurt and had planned to flee if things went south. But after clashing, he realized the masked man wasn't as overwhelming as feared—stronger than a typical peak Heavenly Origin, sure, but maybe first-layer Return to Truth at best. One arm down, but he could still handle it. Hell, he might even win.
"That knife move must be some forbidden technique—can't spam it. And if he draws again, just dodge."
Emboldened, Li Chonghe ditched escape plans, counterattacking fiercely with his remaining right arm and legs.
Wang Yue immediately fell into a defensive rut.
It was deliberate. With true qi thirty-plus times purer, he could match a third-layer Return to Truth at full power.
But going all-out might scare Li Chonghe off—and a desperate third-layer Return to Truth escape artist? Uncatchable.
So he played weak, biding time for the kill shot.
In a blink, over a hundred exchanges passed.
One rivaling Return to Truth, the other a genuine third-layer powerhouse—their techniques ravaged the area. Dozens of meters around turned to wreckage: dense woods reduced to a debris-strewn clearing.
After a hundred moves, Wang Yue was purely defending.
Li Chonghe sensed his opening. "Whoever you are, whatever your Wang ties—hand over your techniques, and I'll let you go. No pursuit, ever. Hell, I'll even back the Wangs."
Now!
Seizing the distraction, Wang Yue reversed momentum with a palm thrust.
Plain Jade Breaking Palm move—Li Chonghe dismissed it, blocking casually.
Palms met. Li Chonghe's face twisted. "You were holding back?!"
This strike dwarfed the prior ones—now a real threat.
Alarm bells rang. He fixated on the knife behind Wang Yue, ready to evade a draw.
But no draw came. Another palm.
Only fearing the blade, Li Chonghe relaxed slightly, blocking the palm.
Mistake. This palm was several times stronger, blindingly faster. His casual block shattered; the strike slammed his right shoulder.
Boom!
Another explosion. Li Chonghe spun away again.
This time, pure punishment—no true qi backlash on Wang Yue.
Wang Yue pressed relentlessly, yanking his blade free and pursuing.
No weapon amp this time, so weaker than the opener—but enough to end resistance.
Li Chonghe rolled on landing, rising to bolt toward Jinling.
Too late. A streak of blade light descended.
"You bastard! If I can't live, neither will you!" Doomed, Li Chonghe roared, eyes bloodshot, detonating his full true qi—like a massive bomb erupting from within. Violent energies exploded outward.
BOOM!!!
A deafening blast. Wang Yue's slash cleaved Li Chonghe head to toe, following his son to the grave.
The suicide blast's shockwave slammed Wang Yue instantly.
Shit!
Wang Yue cursed inwardly, rallying all true qi into an invisible qi shield while backpedaling desperately.
Too slow. Three full Eight-Level Gale bursts had drained him below half—now all funneled into defense.
The ferocious wave shredded his shield, smashing him bodily.
Li Chonghe's uncontrolled blast scattered wildly—not focused, or Wang Yue would've been crippled or dead.
Still, the force hurled him dozens of meters, crashing hard.
Every inch screamed in agony. He couldn't even breathe deeply without risking blackout.
Passing out here? Either looted by passersby or exposed as Li Chonghe's killer.
Fighting dizziness from pain, Wang Yue struggled, finally lifting his left hand to dial Little Aunt.
"Brat, calling so late? Dick nowhere to put it tonight, so you remember your little aunt?" Su Mengqing's voice held a petulant whine. Nearly a week since last time—no visits. Did she always have to chase her nephew?
"Little Aunt, thirty li south of the city. Come save me." Pain made even speaking torture—no banter left.
"What?!" Su Mengqing jolted, no questions. "On my way." Click.
Ten minutes later, her tall, sexy figure appeared on the roadside.
Mid-stage Heavenly Origin with nearly twenty times purer true qi—full sprint outpaced ground vehicles, nearly matched hovercars. Night drives risked notice; garage delays wasted time.
Heart pounding for him, she'd run straight.
No need for guidance—the razed forest screamed battle.
Reason for thirty li out: closer, and their clash would've alerted Jinling's warriors.
"Yue'er, you okay?" Su Mengqing knelt, cradling his upper body against her chest, voice aching with worry.
Ten minutes' rest helped. Still weak, but talking eased.
Head pillowed on her soft tits—bliss compared to before. He smiled faintly. "Don't worry. Won't die."
"What happened?"
"Li Chonghe showed. That old bastard seemed shady..." Wang Yue recounted fully, no hiding his rush to kill.
Su Mengqing felt touched yet furious. "Think your little aunt's an idiot? Let him take advantage? I'm Jinling Adventurers' Association president—no evidence, he couldn't touch me. You risked it all? Reckless idiot."
"For you, I'd go reckless anytime." Corny line slipped out.
She melted, voice softening. "No more impulses, got it? Consult me first. You know how risky? Even if you outmatched him, needed a airtight plan. His backer's a Mortal Shedding Realm titan."
Wang Yue's heart skipped. Shit—just offed a Return to Truth, now a Mortal Shedding?
Tensing, "Did I screw us?"
"Scared now?" Su Mengqing teased. "Smart using anonymous comms, remote spot, solo visit—no witnesses. Short-term safe. Return to Truth killed? No one'd buy three clans did it."
He exhaled. "Good. Who's his backer?"
"Father-in-law. Ex-Tianhai Adventurers' president, now behind scenes."
"Soft-rice eater, huh." Wang Yue sneered, secretly admiring: color-daring icon.
"Wait here. I'll clean up." She laid him down gently. "Did you hit him with Jade Breaking Palm or Wang exclusives?"
"Nah. Three hits, all Eight-Level Gale. Others missed."
"Easy then." She looted Li Chonghe's corpse, grabbed Wang Yue's dropped blade, returned quick.
No Wang arts used? No need to hide body—inspection would clear the clans.
"Here." She handed a dull black iron orb.
"What's this?"
"Storage tool—like xianxia storage rings. Impossible to craft now; secret realm finds only. Rare. Rumored Li had one—yours now."
"Storage ring? Mental binds? Owner senses use?"
Su Mengqing laughed. "Too many novels? No binds. But rare—many Return to Truth lack one. Flash it, trouble comes."
Jinling's three clans dominated locally, but Return to Truth sharks? Prey.
"No binds? You keep it—you need it more."
She shook head. "That creep's stuff? No thanks. Get me a clean one later."
"Deal! On me!" He tried thumping chest—pain flared, grimacing.
"Don't move!" Heartbroken, she scooped him princess-style: one arm under back, one under knees.
Wang Yue flushed mortified.
Comfy embrace, but a grown man princess-carried? Shameful!
She giggled. "Proves you're still my little boy."
He grinned lewdly. "But this little boy's fucked you screaming daddy-mommy!"
Flash of big dick ravaging her—face burned. "Perv. All you've got left is lip."
"One spot's still hard." Grin widened.
She glanced down—huge tent. "Injured and still hard?!"
"Normal. Strongest part. Big win, actually."
"Huh?"
"Forgot how I healed your heavy wounds?"
Eyes lit. "Dual cultivation heals this too?!"
"Duh. Internal injuries block meridians, scatter true qi—dual cultivation specialty."
She sweatdropped. Multiple sessions, all bliss and gains—never linked to healing.
Organ damage minor; blocked meridians killed. Clear 'em, true qi fixed rest easy.
But own true qi. Others' helped little.
Standard: drugs clear meridians, self-true qi repairs.
Wang Yue's dual cultivation dragged partner's true qi with yours—healing hack. No wonder "rest slow" mindset blinded her.
"Good. Little aunt'll heal you." Cradling him westward—not Jinling.
Three clans allied but spread: Wang east, Su west, Chen north. Secret training deeper in.
Destination: Su west secret base.
Midnight woman carrying man into city? Too conspicuous—link to Li's death easy.
Post-revival Jinling spanned 200+ km east-west. No rush, two hours to base outskirts.
"Little Aunt, switch? Piggyback—not carry?" Arrival neared—embarrassing if seen.
She loved teasing him childlike for spice, but respected face publicly.
Arms flipped—now piggyback.
Two hours' rest: still stiff, less agony per twitch. Nuzzled her fragrant back, dick stiffened, poking her waist.
Body fully awakened to him—even clothed poke softened her. "Brat! Behave!"
"Trying! It disobeys. Or you want it soft when hugging?" Lewd chuckle.
"Whatever. Hard-on for me? Chop it off—useless."
Grinning evilly.
Base reached—banter ceased.
Like Wangs', Su base was a factory—not blades, modern weapons.
Su clan: Jinling big three and Tianhai region's premium firearms supplier. Even other regions, capital ordered.
Guarding: super genius.
Yan Fangfei—Jinling Four Absolutes, top tech otaku, Su Mengyun's bestie. Martial Alliance HQ begged repeatedly, vice-leader offers—ignored. Stayed tinkering, handing breakthroughs to Sus cheap.
Su couldn't hold her alone—but steal her? Useless. Fish die, net break.
Better: leave with Sus, buy cheap shares. Other human domains competed too—losing her hurt all Huaxia.
Base head not Yan—total shut-in, no people skills.
No her in Four Absolutes without fame.
Head: Su Quan—like ancient novel heroine. Beautiful, seductive.
Founder grandpa's adopted first orphan, trusted generations. Status outranked blood third miss Su Mengqing. Even eyed for heir—declined, son's character iffy.
"Qing'er, midnight visit? Who's the guy?" Su Quan gaped at backridden man. Single like her—now intimate?
Wang Yue peeked over shoulder, weak smile. "Great-grandaunt."
"Yue'er!" Alarm. "What happened?!"
"Quan Aunt, Yue'er's gravely hurt. Quiet room for healing, please. And this stays between us three—no one else."
Serious tone—Su Quan nodded. "No fourth soul knows."
Escorted to sublevel chamber, confirmed no aid needed, left puzzled.
Su Mengqing bedded him, eerie smile. "Remember how you 'healed' my coma?"
"How forget bliss?" Grin.
"Hmph. Took advantage comatose—now your turn. Revenge!" Smug.
"How?"
"Tit for tat." Stripping them both. "Comatose entry? No way body reacted."
"Easy. Jerked load, lubed you up."
"Good. My turn!" Straddled face, plump white tiger bun pussy on mouth.
"Lick good, then dual cultivate."
He engulfed her full bun, tongue parting deep slit, teasing clit and leaking hole.
Heaven, not punishment. Loved her juicy bun—dick, fingers, tongue. Even nectar: ambrosia.
Week pent-up—nephew's tongue ignited. Moments later, lifted ass, shifted down, gripped dick, slammed hilt-deep. Head breached womb.
"Ahh!" Ecstasy scream. Hands on chest, fat ass pistoned wildly.
Wang Yue immobile but mouth—passive, savoring pussy milking cock. Better: ogle her face.
"Little Aunt, extra slutty today." Her frantic bliss begged more speed.
"All... your... fault... days... no... fucking... auntie's... pussy... craves... ahh... your... fat... cock... ohh... so good..." Frantic lifts/sits, saucy pussy devouring cock, words staccato.
Amused pity. "Wanted? Come anytime. Why suffer?"
"How... Xin'er... heartless... bitch... got... world's best... cock... on me... says... her pussy... fine... won't... help..." Lust-grumpy.
Made sense. Sis young, urges mild—weeks fine.
Little Aunt? Wolf-tiger prime, insatiable. Sans overloads, daily need.
Solo pride blocked begging fuck.
Contradictory? Nah—"dickbrain." Lust dropped guards; normalcy restored 'em.
Especially aunt-nephew.
With him, teased, sis wingwoman? Shameless. Alone? Tough.
Couldn't act, just cheered silently.
First shared climax: meridians cleared basically. Stiff but mobile. Endured, flipped traditional—pounded aunt mercilessly.
Thick rigid cock like nonstop cannon, plowing bun pussy, battering tender core. No mercy.
Seven rounds till she collapsed.
Injuries gone. Cultivation barely up—true qi purity +1 base: 33x normal.
Blood kin: purity boost over gains. Heavenly Origin to Return to Truth: huge hurdle.
Su Mengqing leveled—matched Liu Ruoshi. 20x purity. With ace move? Peak Heavenly Origin or better.
Still chasm to Return to Truth.
Dawn outside, no Jinling return.
No rise—feign recovery. "Got plans."
She left solo.
Door guard Su Quan pounced: "Yue'er?"
Blush—insane aunt-nephew separated by door.
Composed quick. Sigh. "Saved his life, but grave. Need more."
"What?" Worry—not just heir, personal. Raised sisters, knew mom's trauma. Marriage tool post-trauma. Son lost too? Unbearable.