Helping the Little Brother-in-Law
Wang Yue didn't rush inside. Instead, he peered through the doorway.
The vast training hall held only three people right now, one of whom was Li Gang.
After some time apart, Li Gang's build had grown even more imposing, his height stretching a bit further—he now towered over two meters.
Standing there shirtless, he looked just like an iron pagoda.
The other two each gripped an arm-thick iron rod, relentlessly swinging at Li Gang's body.
The thumping sounds Wang Yue had heard were exactly the impacts of those rods slamming into Li Gang.
Judging by the qi leaking from the pair, they were both Spirit Condensation realm martial artists, and they were going all out.
Under their barrage, bruises bloomed across Li Gang's bare upper body one after another, splitting skin and flesh. In just a few minutes, not a single patch of unmarred skin remained, and he'd even spat out a few mouthfuls of blood—clearly suffering some serious internal injuries.
The two rod-wielding men finally stopped, panting as they said, "Li Gang, old brother, that's enough. Take a break."
"Thanks, big brothers. You two rest up." Li Gang's voice rumbled like thunder as he thanked them, then shuffled with unsteady steps to a small table at the edge of the training hall.
The table was cluttered with bottles of all sizes. Li Gang grabbed one with his right hand, unfurled his fan-sized left palm, dumped all the pills from the bottle into it, and swallowed the whole lot without counting.
After downing the pills, he didn't rest. Instead, he threw punches and kicks, drilling a set of martial techniques.
Moments later, the wounds on his body healed at a visible speed. In just minutes, every injury had vanished, leaving him refreshed and full of vigor.
As the first to discover Li Gang's special physique, Wang Yue still couldn't help marveling at the sight. This guy's talent for body refinement is straight-up heaven-defying.
At this rate, as long as the beatings and healing pills kept up, he could probably reach Mortal Shedding realm fifth layer combat power in under a year.
With talent this broken, in a novel or movie, he'd be the protagonist or a major villain for sure—destined to shine.
Even Wang Yue himself, without comprehending the Yin-Yang Great Dao and inventing his miraculous dual cultivation technique, wouldn't match him despite his rebirth advantage.
Once Li Gang finished the technique, Wang Yue finally walked in with Liu Mei.
"Li Gang, Young Master Three is here to see you," Liu Mei called out to him.
Li Gang, wondering if he should ask his two big brothers for another round, heard Liu Mei's voice and noticed Wang Yue. He bounded over excitedly. "Young Master! Granny Mei!"
Wang Yue nodded inwardly. Li Gang had real strength now but still kept that pure heart. I didn't pick the wrong guy.
"Li Gang, how's the training going?" Wang Yue looked up at him. The guy was too damn tall—standing before him, Wang Yue felt like a kid. Annoying!
Li Gang beamed with excitement. "Young Master, they all say I'm pretty strong now."
"Oh? How strong? Hit me once—let's see." Wang Yue grinned.
Li Gang jumped, waving his hands. "Young Master, I wouldn't dare hit you!"
"Not asking you to really hit me—you couldn't land it anyway. I just wanna test your strength. Come on, full power."
Li Gang hesitated forever but couldn't disobey Wang Yue. He threw a punch—soft as cotton, wouldn't kill a rabbit.
Wang Yue slapped the fist aside in exasperation. "I said full power!"
"Oh." Li Gang swung again, sharper this time, but still holding back.
Wang Yue dodged easily. "Last chance. If you don't go all out, I'll go home and spank your sister!"
Li Gang panicked. Your personal maid, and you saved our family—you could spank her a few times, and I couldn't complain. But a girl's ass... you can't just touch that casually!
To save his sister from a spanking, Li Gang went all-in, fist rocketing toward Wang Yue. But too tall to aim at the head, he half-squatted for the left shoulder—awkward as hell.
Smack!
Wang Yue caught the mountain-shattering punch with one palm effortlessly.
Wang Yue nodded to himself. Liu Mei was right—Li Gang's power matched Spirit Condensation fifth layer, maybe more. Impressive.
Then he channeled a bit of true qi, shoving back with his palm.
Li Gang's punch had expended its force when the counter-shock hit, sending him stumbling back several steps before his ass hit the floor.
But his strength came from beatings, so he was tougher than most. Plus, Wang Yue hadn't used much power. He popped right up, thumbs-up to Wang Yue. "Young Master, you're amazing!"
"Not me being amazing—you're just dumb. Can't even redirect an opponent's force." Wang Yue scolded, then turned to Liu Mei. "Granny Mei, why's his actual combat so weak?"
Liu Mei sighed helplessly. "Kid's too honest. After accidentally hurting a newbie disciple in sparring that first day, he refuses to fight our own. Can't train his real combat."
Wang Yue got it. It was great that he wouldn't hurt his allies, but his zero actual combat experience meant he could only bully weaklings. He was useless when it came to real threats.
"Li Gang, you're doing great—your progress is fast. You just need actual combat experience," Wang Yue encouraged him, then asked, "Any side effects from the rapid gains? Feeling off anywhere?"
"Nah, getting stronger every day, more flexible, sharper mind. Feels great." Li Gang said. "No issues."
"Really? Think hard." Wang Yue pressed. Li Gang was Li Menglan's brother—if something went wrong, how to face her?
Li Menglan wasn't from Jinling's three great families, but pre- and post-rebirth, she'd always been by his side, tending his needs. In his heart, she was like a real sister.
Li Gang really pondered, then blurted, "Young Master, you mention it... yeah, one thing. My dick won't get hard anymore."
Liu Mei flushed with shame and anger at the crude word in public, but couldn't scold him in front of Wang Yue. "You boys talk. I have other stuff." She hurried out.
"What's with Granny Mei?" Li Gang asked, baffled—he'd never seen her bolt like that.
"Your mouth, dummy. She's a girl—can't say that shit in front of her." Wang Yue grumbled.
"Girl?" Li Gang blinked. He knew her real age. In his mind, grannies or aunties his mom's age talked dirty without shame.
At his old job, assembly-line aunties were wild: cocks, pussies on loop. Some bragged publicly about last night's fuck—how hard hubby's dick was, how long he pounded her, how many orgasms.
That's martial artists vs. normals. Normals hit middle age at forty; high-realm artists stayed peak at seventy, eighty, even centuries, mindset young.
They might crave it fiercer inside, but held back. Classic repressed sluts.
"Enough on Granny Mei. You— what's the deal?" Wang Yue asked.
"Used to wake up hard every morning. Now? Nothing. Even if I wake from a full bladder, still soft."
"Stimulate it—does it harden?" one of the training partners asked.
Li Gang blinked. "How?"
"Like, thinking of girls."
"Why think of girls?"
Wang Yue and the other two went speechless. Thick as a brick.
"Something this big, why not say first? I'd have missed it without pushing." Wang Yue sighed.
Li Gang shrugged. "That important? Soft or hard, pisses the same."
"You're the only boy in your family. No hard-ons, how you gonna carry on the Li line?"
"Carry on? You mean fuck pussy?" Li Gang recoiled. "Hell no!"
"Why?" Wang Yue and the trainers leaned in, gossip mode. Trauma? Or... gay?
Li Gang spilled his story.
Those job aunties weren't just foul-mouthed—some acted on it. His iron-tower build drew frustrated milfs like flies. Plenty flirted outright; the boldest cornered him alone, dropped pants, bared pussy, begged for his cock.
He always fled. Over time, fucking became terrifying in his head.
"Don't fixate on aunties. Imagine a girl as pretty as your sister. Still hate it?" Wang Yue guided. Li Gang was basically his brother-in-law—older but pure as a kid. Worth helping.
"Huh? Li Gang bro, you got a hot sis?" the first trainer asked.
The other grinned. "Introduce us sometime?"
"I'll do it." Wang Yue rolled his eyes. "She's my personal maid, been with me seven years—knows me better than him."
Trainers shrank back. Seven-year personal maid, hot? Prime future Young Madam material. Hitting on her? Digging the Young Master's corner?
Li Gang never bragged about his backing. True honest guy.
"No girl prettier than my sis—except maybe Granny Mei." Li Gang added hastily.
"Fine, not as pretty works." Wang Yue sighed. "Never liked any girl?"
"Yeah, Little Li next door. Liked her since kids."
"Still do? Want her as wife?"
"Dream of it!" Li Gang nodded hard.
"She like you?"
"Probably." Nod, hesitant.
"Probably? Can't tell?" Wang Yue groaned. "Does she like being with you?"
"Used to love it. Parents hated us together. One day she hugged me, said wanna fuck, cook rice to cooked—scared me off. Ignored me after, but when I got hurt, she snuck to my bed crying. Dunno if she likes me now."
"Idiot, she loves you!" Wang Yue facepalmed. "After recovering, you see her?"
Li Gang shook head. "Nah, been in base."
"Go now. Right fucking now!" Wang Yue ordered. Classic novel/TV trope—lovers split by misunderstanding. No way that dogblood shit happens to his brother-in-law.
Li Gang didn't get the rush but obeyed Wang Yue unquestioningly. They left the base.
High-speed drive later, they hit Li family neighborhood, straight to his bamboo-horse sweetheart Wu Li's place.
Near noon, house lively—folks home.
With Wang Yue's nudge, jittery Li Gang knocked.
"Who?" Footsteps approached.
Door opened to a middle-aged woman, laughing back at the house, but face soured at Li Gang. "What you want?"
"Auntie, looking for Little Li."
"She's out. Bye." Slam.
A figure darted out, leaping onto Li Gang, hugging tight. "Li Gang! You finally came—I thought..."
Wu Li, mid-twenties, cute and clear-featured. No match for Li Menglan or Li Yingying, but on par with Wang estate maids—solid beauty among normals.
1.65m—not short for women, but tiny against 2m+ Li Gang.
Wang Yue envied the height gap as Li Gang cradled her like a kid.
Not her looks—beneath him. The size difference. If I were that tall, humph—see Little Aunt act cocky with her long legs!
Pure envy. Even at Mortal Shedding, couldn't force growth. Natural development only.
Mom yanked Wu Li down. "Get off! What a sight!"
Wu Li flushed—public!—slid off but clutched his hand like he'd vanish.
"Auntie, what's up?" A slick 27-28-year-old man emerged.
Decent looks, but oily vibe. Hard to like.
Oily saw iron-tower Li Gang, flinched, then noted the awkwardness—not threatening. "Auntie, who's this?"
"Li Gang, neighbor kid. Grew up with Little Li like siblings."
Oily grinned warmly. "Li Gang bro! I'm Wu Li's boyfriend, Wei Shuai. Nice!"
"Bullshit—Li Gang's my boyfriend!" Wu Li snapped. "Mom dragged you for blind date. I didn't agree."
"I believe you." Li Gang rumbled.
Oily's face twitched. "What you do?"
Li Gang wasn't dumb—rival, parent-approved.
But Wu Li's heart his—bold now. "Wu Li's boyfriend. Childhood sweetheart."
"What boyfriend—we approve?" Mom raged. "Little Li engages Wei Shuai tomorrow. Give up!"
"No engagement without me!" Wu Li cried.
"Don't need you. Me and Dad decide." Mom domineering.
"What era—arranged marriage?" Wang Yue cut in.
Narrow hall, Li Gang blocking—trio missed him till now.
"Our business— what's it to you?" Mom sneered at pretty-boy Wang Yue. "Kid, scram!"
Li Gang flared. Mom could curse/beat him—no prob. Not Young Master! Eyes bulged. "Auntie—no talking to Young Master like that!"
"Young Master? What?" Mom stunned. Knew Li Gang years—big softie, polite to her always.
Recall rumor: He Qiong family hit jackpot, struck rich.
After Li Gang's incident, Wu Li insisted care for him, die together. Parents dragged her away to avoid fallout—missed Wang Yue's Li aid.
Rumor half-believed. Even if true, just jobs. No big deal.
Wei Shuai? Factory owner, martial ties—real catch.
"Young Master? Plenty posers with cash play big shot." Wei Shuai scoffed at Wang Yue. "Name? Family?"
"Wang Yue, Jinling Wang family."
Wei Shuai shuddered, dropped to knees, slap slap—self-smacks. "Wang Young Master! Blind fool—deserve death!"
Jinling Wangs aplenty—but Jinling Wang family? One only.
He'd seen Wang Yue pics—didn't link to this crowd. Now? Obvious.
"Enough. You're dismissed." Wang Yue waved. No grudge—gaps too vast, beneath him.
Wei Shuai just blind-dating—not rapist. Fine.
Wei Shuai scrambled away, tumbling downstairs.
Wu Li and Mom dumbfounded.
Less worldly, no pics—but "Jinling Wang family"? Knew the weight.
Wang heir? Prince-level. Never dreamed facing one. Here he was.
Wang Yue ignored, to Li Gang: "C'mon, talk at yours."
"Oh." Li Gang tugged Wu Li home, unlocked, all three in.
Mom stayed out—Wang Young Master too scary!
Seated, Wang Yue saw Wu Li tense. "Talk free—pretend I'm not here."
Li Gang: "Yeah, Young Master's nice. Relax, Little Li."
Wu Li teared up, clung arm. "Where you been? Couldn't find you, comms dead."
"Young Master had me training—secret spot, comms off." Li Gang sorry. "Coulda asked Mom or Yingying."
"Auntie He and Yingying gone too—comms dead."
Wang Yue got it. Li Yingying training with Yu Suxin, comms off per request.
He Qiong? Kids away, crashing Chen tower for work—grateful, proactive. Core Chen biz spot—no order needed, comms off.
Li Gang panicked. "Mom and sis never home? Comms dead?"
Wu Li nodded.
Wang Yue chuckled. "No worry. Mom's at Chen tower—job secret, comms off. Sis? Big deal—high master took her as disciple, training now."
"High master? How high?"
"Not taller than you—1.7m-ish." Wang Yue grinned. "But cultivation? At least Return to Truth realm."
"Return to Truth?! At least?!" Li Gang thrilled.
Ten+ days base—no rookie. Knew Return to Truth = super-elite, beyond three families.
Sis's fortune huge!
Wu Li fogged—cultivation? Realms? New.
But Yingying martial artist now. Neighbors, sis-in-law vibe—happy for her.
Wang Yue to Wu Li: "Guessed it? Yup, Yingying martial artist now. Li Gang too."
Wu Li eyed Wang Yue, no joy—worry. Pushing split? Li Gang elite now, worlds apart.
Wang Yue: "But Li Gang's cultivation hit snag. Can't help direct—need you check. If real issue, treat early."
"What issue?" Wu Li anxious—loved him, cared his body.
"Down there—no reaction. Need confirm. You help?"
Wu Li blushed crimson, nodded. His health, her future happiness.
"Agreed? Check his bedroom." Wang Yue said.
Wu Li nodded, flushed, dragged clueless Li Gang in.
Wang Yue sat, eyes closed, pondering.
If real problem, how face Li Menglan? Have kid with her, adopt to Li line?
Knock knock knock.
Wang Yue knew: Wu Li's parents.
Perfect—words for them. "Come in. Unlocked."
Door opened—Mom, trailed meek middle-aged man: Dad, henpecked.
"Wang Young Master, hello." Mom fawning, obsequious.
Quick net search clarified: Three families' sole male heir.
Jinling as empire? Crown prince—sole, inheriting all. Decades on, one mega-family under this pretty boy.
Dare offend? Nah—only here to clarify.
"Sit." Wang Yue nodded. They perched wary. Blunt: "I know what you want. No secrets: Li Gang works for me. Your family? No match for marriage. But he likes Wu Li—indulging him."
Mom nodded frantically. "Yes yes—Little Li's blessing."
"Right—her blessing, not yours." Wang Yue stressed. "Parents, future in-laws—he'll honor you, enable luxury. But hear this: Abuse his name, I'll erase you."
"Got it—won't, won't!" Mom nodded, terrified yet thrilled. Wang Yue valued Li Gang—her as mother-in-law? Lights too.
"Go." Wang Yue waved.
Couple bolted. Dad sudden: "Wang Young Master, our Little Li?"
"With Li Gang, business. Fine." Wang Yue smiled faint. Dad weak but daughter-caring—better than gold-dig mom.
Soon, Li Gang and Wu Li emerged—both flushed, her dejected.
Her face said it, but Wang Yue asked: "How?"
Wu Li shook head. "No go. Even sucked it—no reaction."
Real issue. At his age, blood boiling—even unwilling, beloved girl's mouth should've stirred it.
Wang Yue stood. "Let's go."
Li Gang blinked. "Where?"
"Miao Medical Center."
In Jinling, three families topped fame.
Human territory-wide? Nah—three women.
World's beauty: Su Mengyan.
Tech queen: Yan Fangfei.
Top doc: Miao Qingluan.
Last Jinling Absolute, legit MIL Ling Xueyan? Strong, but commerce crowded—bigger corps out there. Not world's best merchant.
Miao Medical Center: Miao Qingluan's clan hospital.
"Medical center"? Massive hospital—martial artists only. Normals? Terminal cases only.
Miao head skilled and savvy—no poaching all biz, no enemies.
Jinling martial scene meh—dozens thousand tops.
Not all hurt simultaneous.
Norm hospitals rarely referred.
Vast center, sparse crowd—no wait. Wang Yue's group got male dept fast, ushered to exam room.
Best treatment? Wang Yue namedropped, demanded Miao Qingluan.
Moments, white-coated woman rushed in. "Patient? With me."
Into inner room.
Wang Yue frowned. Pretty doc—85/100 max.
Miao Qingluan, peer to mom, MIL, Yan aunt? 95+ stunner sure. Not her.
Blocked Li Gang, entered himself.
Doc eyed him. "Wang family Young Master?"
Wang Yue nodded. "Why not Physician Miao Qingluan?"
"Not major illness—why her?" Miao center elite, fearless three families. No face. "Plus, sis never does men's dept."
Fair. Others first.
But her aura? Fierce as Li Gang's aunties.
Her checking him? Trauma risk. Wang Yue: "Can we get a male doc?"