Chapter 33: Four Beauties Aid His Return to Truth
Su Mengqing said, "Aunt Quan, don't worry. As long as we call Hong Ling and the others over, and they're willing to help, Yue'er will recover in no time."
"What kind of miraculous method is this?" Su Quan couldn't help but ask curiously. "Can I help with it?"
"I'm afraid that's not convenient. This method came from a secret realm—it's similar to a yin-yang dual cultivation technique. It requires some intimate contact between man and woman to work, which is why I'm calling Hong Ling and the girls." Su Mengqing spoke half-truthfully.
Hearing that it involved intimate contact, Su Quan immediately dropped her request to help. "Alright then. But those girls are quite pitiful. If they're not willing, I hope you won't force them."
Hong Ling and the four women had grown up in this secret base since being adopted as infants. Su Quan had watched them mature and could even be considered half their master.
"Don't worry, Aunt Quan. After spending so much time together, I've long treated them like my own sisters. How could I force them?" Su Mengqing laughed. "If you're still uneasy, we can discuss it with them together."
Su Quan nodded without refusing. It wasn't that she distrusted Su Mengqing; she was simply curious about what method could heal a martial artist so quickly.
While Su Mengqing and Su Quan waited outside, Wang Yue wasn't idle. He began studying the spatial ring from Li Chonghe.
Opening the ring was simple—just infuse it with some true qi. That was precisely why owners of such treasures were so cautious; without a powerful backing, they'd keep it hidden away.
As he channeled true qi into it, Wang Yue immediately sensed the space inside.
It was a storage area about one and a half meters in every dimension. Too small for large items, but perfect for small ones—it held over three cubic meters, after all.
At the moment, more than half the space was filled with various items. Wang Yue inventoried them and found few useful things, but those few were valuable.
There was a twenty-jin jar of Immortal Drunk, higher quality than what Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan had used to get him drunk. This single jar alone was priceless.
There were also a few manuals: a mid-Earth rank cultivation technique and three martial skill manuals at lower-Earth, peak-Mysterious, and mid-Mysterious ranks. Wang Yue set them aside to study later.
As for the high-quality cultivation resources, he ignored them. Who needed those when he had his cheat-like dual cultivation method? Fucking pussy made you stronger—only a fool would grind away at boring cultivation.
Besides those, the rest were all kinds of sex toys, leaving Wang Yue stunned. Compared to this old pervert, he felt pure as a blank sheet of paper.
He pulled out the toys and shattered them to dust with true qi, destroying them on the spot. He memorized the tamer ones, planning to make or buy new versions to try with his little aunt and the others.
As for these used ones...
No way he'd put something another man might have touched on his women.
With the ring space nearly emptied, Wang Yue had nothing else to store. He placed his Cold Moon Treasure Saber inside, then lay back as his little aunt had instructed, waiting for her arrangements.
...
Less than an hour after Su Mengqing's call, Hong Ling and the four women sped into the base in hovercars—far faster than any Heavenly Origin realm martial artist could manage.
"Yue'er is injured," Su Mengqing said bluntly upon their arrival.
The four women were shocked and puzzled. "What happened? Who could hurt Young Master Wang?"
After those few days together and Su Mengqing's subtle hints lately, they all thought well of Wang Yue. Hearing he'd been hurt naturally worried them.
And they knew his strength well—even Heavenly Origin experts fell to his blade. Who in Jinling could injure him?
"That's not important right now. I'll explain later," Su Mengqing said. "The priority is treating Yue'er's injuries, and I need your help."
"No problem. I'll go check on Young Master Wang right away," Lu Bo said. Her medical skills were solid; healing was right up her alley.
But Su Mengqing shook her head. "That won't work. If conventional treatment would do, I'd have taken him straight to Miao Medical Center."
Miao Medical Center was one of Jinling's—and even Tianhai's—most renowned clinics for martial artists. Especially in the last twenty years, none could rival it.
Twenty years ago, it had produced Miao Qingluan, a peerless goddess doctor.
Her medical talent surpassed any Miao ancestor. Before twenty, she'd outstripped her grandfather, the old Miao miracle worker, and her fame exploded.
With her stunning looks and perfect figure, she was hailed as one of Jinling's Four Absolutes.
The Four Absolutes were heaven-blessed geniuses, each a rare beauty and prodigy in her field.
Su Mengyan: martial genius, entering Earth Palace before twenty, peak Earth Palace at twenty-six. Outside hidden sacred lands, her speed was humanity's pinnacle.
Ling Xueyan: business genius. In five years taking over Chen Group, she'd multiplied assets dozens-fold, now controlling Jinling's economic lifeline.
Yan Fangfei: tech genius. Her guns threatened Heavenly Origin experts—now widespread.
Miao Qingluan: medical genius. A prodigy doctor in her teens, now unmatched worldwide.
Su Mengyan led the Four, as martial power was paramount, and her beauty was undisputed—ancient and modern first beauty.
But married with children, her cultivation stalled a decade ago, and her low profile let the others eclipse her.
Today, Miao Qingluan topped discussions. Business was trivial to martial artists; Yan Fangfei hid in labs for years. But Miao saved more lives, her fame soaring.
Single still, suitors flooded her—even capital clans extended offers.
Yet none dared force her. Befriending a miracle doctor could save your life; offending one pitted you against all martial artists.
Back to the point.
"Then what do we do?" The four women wondered. If Lu Bo's medicine wouldn't work, why call them?
Su Mengqing grew serious. "I have a method where you can help Yue'er, but it requires sacrifice. I need your honest opinions."
"You're all virgins. This will greatly affect your purity, so think carefully," Su Quan warned from the side. Though unclear on details, hearing "yin-yang dual cultivation" meant it wasn't simple palm-to-palm or back healing—likely full nudity, even true union.
"I'm willing!" Unexpectedly, Zi Yun spoke first.
Su Quan blinked in surprise. "This is a lifelong matter. Think it through."
"Aunt Quan, I've thought it over. Even if it means doing it with Young Master Wang, it's fine. Like Sunny Sis, I plan to stay single forever anyway," Zi Yun said casually, though her pretty face flushed with shyness—and a hint of hidden joy.
Youngest of the four, closest in age to Wang Yue. Amid Su Mengqing's constant praise, her feelings had warmed, even budding into subtle affection.
But their status gap was vast; it was doomed. She buried it deep. Now, a chance for intimacy—even once—thrilled her.
With Zi Yun confirmed, Su Mengqing turned to the others.
"I'm fine with it. Thirty years alive, never known a man's touch. Young Master Wang's young, but he's a man. Just an experiment," Hong Ling joked.
Those who knew her understood: despite her voluptuous, explosive figure and casual demeanor, she was deeply conservative. This took resolve.
"I want to know what method outdoes medicine for healing," Lu Bo said third.
"I don't want Young Master Wang hurt. If the three won't do, I'll step in," Bai Yan added.
"Thank you all on Yue'er's behalf," Su Mengqing said solemnly, nodding. "First, memorize this incantation."
Without hesitation, even before Su Quan, she taught them the dual cultivation method.
Su Quan, a Heavenly Origin layer four powerhouse with keen martial insight, grasped it from overhearing once. But it seemed ordinary—no complete system. How did it heal?
Su Mengqing ignored her confusion. Seeing the four master it, she said, "Good. Let's go in now."
"You're joining too?" Su Quan gasped. They'd be intimate with Yue'er—appropriate for his little aunt to watch?
"No choice. The incantation alone isn't enough; I must guide," Su Mengqing feigned helplessness. "Besides, Yue'er's my nephew. I've seen it all—like a female doctor examining a male patient. Nothing to it."
"Then I'll watch too."
Su Quan nearly blurted it but held back.
Like the four, she was still a virgin. Wang Yue was like her grandson; watching felt improper. Unlike Su Mengqing, she had no guiding role.
So she watched the five enter the quiet room, standing guard outside against disturbances.
"Yue'er, your four big sisters are here to help. Thank them quick," Su Mengqing entered first, winking at Wang Yue.
He got her scheme: tired of slow matchmaking, she was fast-tracking her teammates into dual cultivation with him.
"Thanks, sisters," Wang Yue said gratefully, then added, "But... is this okay? After all..."
"They've agreed. Don't be coy, big man," Su Mengqing cut him off, turning to them. "Right, girls?"
"Sunny Sis, what do we do?" Hong Ling asked for the group.
Su Mengqing straightened. "Couldn't say clearly before Aunt Quan. This is dual cultivation—you've heard of it? Man and woman cultivate through sex. Anyone regretting, speak now."
Her bluntness flushed their faces, but they'd guessed and prepared. No one left.
"Then I'll leave it to you," Su Mengqing said, moving to Wang Yue's bedside. "Come, see what you'll use."
She stripped off his lower clothes.
The four blushed but stared instinctively at his crotch. The soft shaft awakened like a slumbering beast under their gaze, rearing tall in seconds.
So... big!
They were stunned, even scared.
As adventurers always on the move, they weren't naive sheltered girls. They knew sex theory inside out—just no practice.
That's why Wang Yue's oversized big dick shocked them more. Was Young Master Wang human? Or a lust beast in a fifteen-year-old's body?
They were also surprised by Su Mengqing's casualness—no shock at the monster cock. Without knowing he was her nephew, they'd think him her husband.
"Don't stay so far. Come look," Su Mengqing urged, pointing at his dick. "Get familiar; it'll be easier later."
"Sunny Sis, you seem so experienced," Bai Yan asked oddly.
"Duh. How else to guide you?" Su Mengqing said righteously.
Familiar women alone could be bold—especially with a leader. Even bolder than men.
Wang family's maids were prime examples.
Hong Ling's group was similar. Curious about men, with Sunny Sis setting the tone, they shed restraint and crowded around.
Up close, its majesty overwhelmed—their prior notions shattered.
Zi Yun poked the egg-sized glans with her finger.
The thick shaft swayed but soon stood rigid again.
"Hehe, so fun," Zi Yun giggled.
Bai Yan pinched the shaft. "Amazing, like legends—no bones, yet rock-hard."
"Spongy tissue. Excited, it fills with blood," Lu Bo explained, medically versed.
"It hardened on its own. Young Master must fancy us," Hong Ling teased.
"Must be 'cause of Big Sis Red—huge tits, round ass. Any man'd drool," Zi Yun laughed.
"Brat! Laugh at me? I'll rip your clothes off, let Young Master see your tits!" Hong Ling spat playfully, grabbing. They tussled.
Beauties critiquing his dick, touching freely, thrilled Wang Yue. His big dick hardened more; precum oozed from the tip.
Bai Yan sniffed, dabbed some precum, and frowned.
Odorless to most, but superhuman senses made her recall it vaguely.
Lu Bo gripped and examined it professionally.
Seeing her nephew's dick twitch in Lu Bo's hand, Su Mengqing knew he was raring. "Enough. Who's first?"
The four exchanged glances.
Prepared and boldened, but facing that monster, they hesitated.
Su Mengqing named her: "Hong Ling, you're oldest, most mature. Lead by example."
"Fine." Obedient to Su Mengqing, Hong Ling stripped her eternal battle suit.
A bombshell body appeared: massive tits, plump round ass, willow waist, creamy skin...
"Hong Ling, mount him—but don't insert yet. Get yourself wet first," Su Mengqing directed. "Someone help—rub Yue'er's dick on her slit till she flows."
"Me." Lu Bo volunteered research zeal. As Hong Ling squatted, lower body near, Lu Bo gripped Wang Yue's dick, rubbing the glans along her pussy lips.
Thirty and ripe, Hong Ling gushed quickly from the wondrous friction. Her juices mixed with his precum, soaking her virgin saucy pussy and his glans.
The lewd scent filled the small room.
Others ignored it, but Bai Yan jolted.
She remembered: Sunny Sis's office last time. Same smell, slight difference.
Only Sunny Sis there then—and only man in was Wang Yue. So...
Shocked, Bai Yan stared at Su Mengqing. "Sunny Sis, that day in your office, you and Young Master Wang..."
No secrets now. Su Mengqing smiled. "Yep. We've done it before."
"But he's your blood nephew!" Bai Yan gasped.
The other three gawked too—even Hong Ling, pussy thrilled by the rubbing.
"Why so shocked? Not marrying him, no kids planned. So what?" Su Mengqing shrugged calmly. "Think bigger: he's my human massager. That okay?"
Sunny Sis, he's a kid—and your nephew. Really?)
The four inwardly griped.
"Enough. You don't get it yet. Once his big dick fucks you, you will. Come on!" Su Mengqing pressed Hong Ling's waist down hard.
"Ah..." Hong Ling yelped, face paling from the tearing pain.
"Relax. Just this once hurts. Pleasure soon," Su Mengqing soothed. "Quick, circulate the method I taught."
Battle-hardened, Hong Ling endured better than most. Pain faded; she circulated.
With Wang Yue's aid, their true qi linked.
As his cultivation grew, dual cultivation gained new perks: massive pain relief, rapid wound repair.
Soon, pain vanished, replaced by tingling itch—pleasurable yet frustrating.
"No pain? Move. You'll love it," Su Mengqing prompted.
Hong Ling lifted slowly, dick withdrawing.
Bliss surged, shuddering her body.
She couldn't stop. Her fat ass pistoned wildly, tight new saucy pussy devouring his big dick. "Sunny Sis... I get it now... why you'd ignore... ethics... to fuck Young Master Wang..."
"How's that? Saucy pussy loving the fuck?" Su Mengqing teased. "My nephew's big dick good enough?"
"So good... too good... Young Master's... big dick... amazing... gonna fuck me... to death... Sunny Sis... you're selfish... hogging this... perfect cock... not sharing... with sisters... oh... oh... oh..." Hong Ling babbled in ecstasy.
"Ungrateful! I'm sharing now—but I changed my mind. Get off," Su Mengqing "pouted."
"No... don't... sorry Sunny Sis... please... if you... make me leave... this big dick... I'll die... too good... I get you now... if I had... such a nephew... I'd fuck him... incestuously too..." Hong Ling rambled.
"My Yue'er is one-of-a-kind," Su Mengqing boasted proudly.
Hearing the talk, seeing Hong Ling's frenzy, the huge dick stretching her pussy to limits and thrusting furiously, stunned Bai Yan and the others: That good?
Watching, their crotches heated, juices leaked, virgin pussies itching.
Hong Ling's mature body was first-time fragile against his elite dick and doubled pleasure. Soon, her first orgasm hit.
Wang Yue came too, creampieing her debut climax.
At peak, dual cultivation maximized. Her thirty years' virgin yuan yin erupted under his pure yang qi, refined and returned—pushing her realms successively.
Wang Yue gained hugely—true qi reserves swelled, but no realm breakthrough. New qi dispersed in meridians.
Heavenly Origin to Return to Truth was a sturdy dam. His surge battered it, but not enough.
"Hong Ling, rest. Who's next?" Su Mengqing eyed the three.
"Me!" They raised hands together.
Su Mengqing chuckled. "Hesitant before, fighting now. Age order: Bai Yan, you."
...
Wang Yue lay still, feasting on fortune.
Bai Yan's trio lacked Hong Ling's bombshell but had charms.
Bai Yan: petite like second sister-in-law Tang Yuerou, but less full—smaller tits and ass, yet curvaceous and sexy.
Lu Bo: slender frame, not bony nude—highly flexible for poses.
Zi Yun: youthful invincible, eighteen-nineteen freshness. Not mature heft or loli innocence, but both—irresistible.
...
Boom!
As Zi Yun climaxed first on him, gushing virgin yuan yin, Wang Yue shuddered.
Four virgins' long-saved essence converted to true qi finally shattered the dam.
Return to Truth realm—achieved!
Feeling vast inner power, Wang Yue realized his recklessness last night.
Return to Truth and Heavenly Origin weren't same league.
Peak Heavenly Origin to early Return to Truth was paper-thin, yet his strength leaped at least tenfold.
Luckily, his true qi purity was insanely high, plus Eight-Level Gale trump card—or Li Chonghe would've crushed him.
Now bonded with the four, no need pretending.
He flipped active, ravishing them in four-way bliss.
Pity little aunt hit limit, too spent—or he'd call her for one phoenix five phoenixes.
Till dawn brightened outside, the five disentangled.
Post-breakthrough, his dual cultivation surged. He extracted their remaining yin essence, rocketing them from Spirit Condensation straight to Heavenly Origin layer one—shocking enough.
He fully stabilized his own early Return to Truth layer.
Return to Truth progress slowed; normally, stabilizing entry took three months' grind even with resources.
"Enough. Clean up," Su Mengqing said from beside.
Live porn had her itching, but overfed body risked harm. She endured.
Now with four helpers, no more begging nephew shamelessly—just have them ask.
"Yue'er, you're healed already?" Su Quan gaped at Wang Yue emerging with Su Mengqing, jaw near-dropping.
She'd expected stabilization at best. Full recovery? Unthinkable.
Her heart raced: Spread this in three families, strength surges invisibly.
Against beasts or foes, no fear of wounds—heavy injuries healed in a day. Even stronger enemies could be worn down!
She asked eagerly, "Xiaoqing, can more people use this?"
Su Mengqing eyed her oddly. "Aunt Quan, introducing men to the family?"
Su Quan froze, forgetting the man-woman requirement.
Effect slashed. Three families famed for beauties; strong rogue cultivators aplenty—no need for healing gimmick.
Post-incident three years ago, women stood strong—no man-recruiting thoughts, let alone for this.
Still reluctant, Su Quan pressed: "Our base has married martial artists. Teach them?"
"No. Only works with Yue'er—no other man," Su Mengqing said. "My fault for not clarifying. We got it from a secret realm; Yue'er inherited it. He has special energy, sparked by dual cultivation with women. Heals, boosts cultivation. Not every woman works—Hong Ling's group tried many times. Called them to spark it via this near-dual-cultivation method."
In the room, she'd spotted her cover's holes—easily pierced, especially post-family info share.
So she used their prior script.
New holes existed—like palm contact sufficing, why sex? Why hide from Su Quan? Why her guidance?
Easy excuses: banter through. Worst, Su Quan thinks her mischievous, duping elders. Lesser evil.
Su Quan ignored holes, excited: "So others might succeed too?"
"Yes. Tried at Wang family—many successes," Wang Yue followed. "Grandma's notifying Su and Chen families."
"Besides healing miracle, cultivation speed? Faster than full grind?" Su Quan probed.
Out in open, Wang Yue and Su Mengqing dropped pretense, signaling the four.
They revealed realms.
"Hea... Heavenly Origin?!" Su Quan's shock was massive.
She'd raised them—Spirit Condensation recently. Now Heavenly Origin?
Terrifying speed.
Like Liu Ruoshi, her first reaction wasn't joy but worry: "So fast—no side effects?"
"Shouldn't be. We've used it half a month—feels fine. Realms stable, true qi purer. All upsides," Su Mengqing said uncertainly, hiding truth.
Su Quan fretted: "Still, have Fangfei check for hidden risks."