Chapter 90: Planting Warm Jade in Blue Fields
Wang Yue and the others weren't walking fast. Xin Xiaoxiao had just descended one flight of stairs when she caught up to them.
"Hey, Wang Yue, does your offer to help me still stand?" Xin Xiaoxiao called out from behind him.
Wang Yue turned his head to look at Xin Xiaoxiao, raising an eyebrow. "Is that how you ask for a favor?"
Xin Xiaoxiao immediately plastered on a fawning smile, pinching her voice into a saccharine whine. "Little brother Wang Yue, help a girl out, pretty please~!"
Wang Yue couldn't help but shiver. "Yeah, no—go back to your normal self."
With that, right in front of her, he pulled out his communicator and called Su Quan and Yan Fangfei one after the other, giving them the rundown.
"There, all set. Head over whenever you're free," Wang Yue said after hanging up, turning to Xin Xiaoxiao.
"I got time! I got time!" Xin Xiaoxiao nodded frantically, then bolted downstairs like a shot. Only after rounding the corner did she call back faintly, "Thanks!"
That thanks rang a lot more sincere than her earlier simpering plea. Clearly, she was genuinely fed up with her own impulsive nature.
Wang Yue shook his head and glanced at Li Gang and Wu Li, whose faces weren't looking too great. "No need to worry. Since Divine Doctor Miao wants to take a look, she's got a solid shot at cracking this tricky case. Otherwise, she'd have said so outright."
Wu Li nodded, her cheeks flushing red.
But Li Gang said, "No need to push her too hard. If it's not fixable, then that's that."
Wang Yue chuckled. "Relax. Divine Doctor Miao's just intrigued by this one-of-a-kind condition. If she weren't, forget the three great families of Jinling—even Tianhai's superpowers wouldn't dare force her hand."
Li Gang had only recently stepped into the martial world and didn't fully grasp just how vital a divine doctor was. But if the young master said it, it had to be true.
Downstairs, instead of leaving right away, Wang Yue's group swung by the pharmacy and stocked up on a heap of healing pills. He handed them over to Li Gang along with the spatial ring he'd "looted" from Zhang Lingfeng.
Wang Yue had checked the ring—it had about the same space as the one he was using now, and nothing important inside. Perfect for Li Gang.
For the short term, he had no plans to send Li Gang back to the base. Sure, his strength grew fast there, but his actual combat experience was sorely lacking. Time for some real tempering.
As for why he wasn't giving this new ring to his little aunt, whom he'd already promised one to—the reason was simple. Zhang Lingfeng was a disgusting prick; no way she'd want anything he'd touched.
Leaving Miao Medical Center, Wang Yue headed for his car, only to spot Zhang Hong—who should've been long gone—waiting outside. He turned and walked over, curious to see what the guy was up to.
"Young Master Wang, Zhang Hong comes to pledge his allegiance!" Zhang Hong gave Wang Yue a formal martial salute. "Please take me in."
Wang Yue blinked. "You want to join my service?"
"Yes." Zhang Hong nodded, dead serious—no hint of a joke.
"Why?" Wang Yue pressed. "With your strength, you could thrive anywhere. Hell, once your family shows up, you could start your own. Why throw in with me?"
"I've thought it through. In my current spot, I can't leave Jinling. But starting a family here would step on the three great families' toes—and I sure as hell don't want to make an enemy of you, Young Master Wang." Zhang Hong was straightforward. "So joining you for protection makes the most sense."
"As long as you stay in Jinling, Tianhai Zhang won't touch you anytime soon. Why bother joining me?" Wang Yue countered.
"Tianhai Zhang's already your mortal enemy now. With your talent, I figure it won't be long before you wipe them out." Zhang Hong continued, "I've still got kin there I owe favors to. Serving you lets me put in a good word when the time comes."
Though Zhang Hong had no clue Wang Yue had shot from Qi Condensation to Mortal Shedding in just over a month, the kid's unheard-of feat—fifteen and already Mortal Shedding—meant it'd take him maybe a few years tops to crush Tianhai Zhang.
Tianhai Zhang was still family to him, after all. Saving a few on that day would be ideal.
Plus, trailing a freakish prodigy like this kid? Bright future guaranteed.
Wang Yue couldn't help but grin. "Honest, aren't you? Fine, you're in. And right now, I've got a job for you."
"Just give the order, Young Master!" Zhang Hong switched to the new title seamlessly.
"This is Li Gang. Decent strength, zero combat experience. Take him under your wing and toughen him up." Wang Yue clapped Li Gang on the shoulder.
He'd planned to handle the training himself or pull someone from the secret base. Zhang Hong made it easy.
Fresh recruit or not, Wang Yue trusted him. No motive for betrayal came to mind.
From how Zhang Lingfeng treated him, his high cultivation didn't mean high status in the family. With Zhang Lingfeng dead under his watch, rushing back to beg mercy would still get him killed—maybe his whole family too.
So defecting and holing up in Jinling for protection? Only choice.
And with Tianhai Zhang as a shared foe, they'd be allies regardless.
Zhang Hong's Return to Truth Realm 8th layer made him top dog in Jinling after Wang Yue himself. Perfect for training Li Gang.
Handing Li Gang and Wu Li to Zhang Hong's care, Wang Yue headed out solo.
It was afternoon now, but he hadn't forgotten his evening date with Mom—the two Moms together. Just thinking about it got him fired up!
With Wang Yue gone, Zhang Hong finally relaxed.
No clue why, but even without Wang Yue ever raising his voice—and Zhang Hong harboring no ill intent—the kid put insane pressure on him. Worse than facing the Zhang family elder.
Not fear, not awe. He didn't even feel worthy of admiring the guy. More like an ant staring at the sky.
Maybe it was the fifteen-year-old Mortal Shedding combo.
Fifteen was normal; everyone hit it unless they died young. Mortal Shedding was rare, but it existed.
Together? Mind-blowing. No way even the hidden martial holy lands had a fifteen-year-old at that level.
"Big guy, what's your cultivation?" Zhang Hong slapped Li Gang's shoulder. All underlings now—time to bond.
This dummy clearly had Wang Yue's favor. Zhang Hong's strength might not match a single finger of the guy's in the young master's eyes. Better play nice.
"Young master says I'm around Spirit Condensation 5th to 6th layer," Li Gang answered honestly. No like or dislike for Zhang Hong, but if the young master said follow, he followed.
Zhang Hong frowned. "You don't even know your own level?"
"Nope. I just feel super strong, but no clue what rank." Li Gang shrugged. "I'm a body refiner."
Zhang Hong's brows knit tighter. A martial artist not knowing their own level? Not thick-headed—straight-up dumb. Training this idiot? Tall order.
But the last bit clicked. Body refiner—no true qi, hard to gauge. All came down to fights.
Spirit Condensation 5th-6th equivalent as a body refiner? Solid. And at twenty-something with that build? Impressive.
Zhang Hong sighed in awe and pity. Prime body-refining talent, but this era's methods were a mess. No real future there.
"Took a ton of grind and pain to get this strong, huh." Zhang Hong mused. Life's unfair—a gem wasted on a broken path. As someone who prized cultivation, it stung.
"Yeah, some suffering." Li Gang nodded. "But not that long training-wise. Half a month?"
"Half... half a month?!" Zhang Hong's eyes nearly popped out. He yelped, "You're kidding!"
"Nah. Half a month ago, I was a regular joe—just a bit stronger." Li Gang confirmed.
Wu Li backed him up. "True. Over three weeks back, he was getting jumped by street punks."
Zhang Hong had to buy it now—and he was floored. Half a month from normie to Spirit Condensation equivalent? This dummy might out-freak the young master!
"Mind sharing how?" Post-shock, Zhang Hong buzzed. Spread this method? World flipped. Humans back on top, maybe.
Both underlings, no secrets. Li Gang spilled: "Simple. Keep getting hurt. Heal up, come back stronger."
"Hurt?" Zhang Hong blinked. What kinda method? Half a month wasn't even one heavy recovery. Scamming him?
Li Gang went on: "Yeah, I heal crazy fast. Stock me with spirit herbs, any wound's gone in half an hour."
"For real?" Zhang Hong doubted. Who healed like that?
"Totally." Li Gang grinned. "Don't believe me? Punch me. Not too hard, or if you kill me, no recovery."
Zhang Hong wouldn't risk killing him—that'd doom himself too. But curiosity gnawed. He palmed Li Gang's chest.
Thud~
Li Gang spewed blood, rocketing back over ten meters before crashing down.
Zhang Hong got why Wang Yue called his combat green. This wasn't green—it was nonexistent.
No force dissipation on impact, no mid-air posture fix for landing.
Wu Li freaked, rushing over. Seeing him pale and bloody-mouthed tore her up; tears flowed.
"Little Li, don't cry—I'm fine." Li Gang soothed, popping a few fresh pills from Wang Yue.
Miao-brand pills worked wonders, but Li Gang's freak physique shone brighter. Color flooded his face visibly; moments later, he sprang up, no sign of internal damage.
Hell, he looked even more vital than before.
Zhang Hong whistled inwardly. Freaks breeding freaks? Wang Yue was wild; now this monster sidekick.
If endless beatings plus endless pills... a year, he'd solo Tianhai Wang.
And boom—combat training idea: underground fights. No injury fear, prize money buys more pills. Perfect loop.
Martial artists were elite, but plenty hit walls needing cash. Black fist rings paid big appearance fees; bet on yourself if confident, cash faster.
For rich normies, tickets to watch elites brawl? Thrill fix.
Martial Alliance frowned but turned blind eyes. Thriving scene now.
Meanwhile, Miao Qingluan paused her study of Li Gang's case, removing her glasses and rubbing her temples. "What the hell is this? Can't figure it out."
Xing Pei—the doc who'd examined him—hadn't left. Seeing her frustration, she chimed in: "Senior sis, drop it if you can't crack it. One-off case, not universal."
Miao Qingluan shook her head. Her heights came from talent and obsession—devouring med texts, tackling mysteries.
Stronger skills meant fewer puzzles. Now? Rare gem. No quitting.
Xing Pei knew her sis. Shake meant no surrender. "I get you won't quit, but this is nuts. Repro system's sliced off from the rest. No entry point."
"Not no way." Miao Qingluan hesitated, then: "But it'd need a normal male for hands-on study. Theory's all we got—no clinicals."
"Easy. You lack experience; I got it." Xing Pei boasted.
Miao Qingluan smiled faintly. "Touched a normal guy?"
Xing Pei choked. Unmarried, sure—plenty patients. But hers? All urology wrecks.
Wait—one: that misjudged Wang Yue.
Eyes lighting, Xing Pei said: "Grab a normal dude to study."
"Well... even if willing..." Miao Qingluan shook her head. She avoided men—pulse only in exams. That place? No.
"Wang Yue! Your bestie Su Quan's nephew—practically family." Xing Pei pushed. "Opposite of Li Gang: hard on touch, stays hard. Prime specimen. And Li Gang's his buddy—oughta help."
Xing Pei snickered, picturing Wang Yue stuffing his unyielding monster cock into his pants.
Wang Yue: Miao Qingluan's bestie's nephew, just fifteen—a kid. Less ick factor.
Still, virgin territory for her. "Let's study the case more. Last resort."
Back at the estate, Wang Yue skipped Mom's place.
Evening date with both Moms—too early, no prep time. He craved their surprise.
Li Gang update for Li Menglan first. He messaged her from his quarters.
She arrived soon, cheeks rosy.
"Lan-jie, what's up?" Wang Yue asked. She blushed at flirting, sure—but door-blush? New.
"Those big sis maids. Knew you called me, teased I'd get your huge cock again." Li Menglan flushed demurely.
"Those gossips—chewing anyone's tongue! I'll sort 'em." Wang Yue huffed.
"No, no malice—just envy." She shook her head fast. "And... I do miss your big cock, Young Master."
"Just the cock? Not the man?" Wang Yue teased.
She shook her head. "Dare not dream. I'm yours forever—but you're not just mine. Occasional love? Past-life blessing."
"Lan-jie, no." Wang Yue serious. "You're right—you're all mine this life. And I'm yours—all of you. No difference: my true loves, pieces of my soul!"
Tears welled at his confession.
Wang Yue grinned wolfishly, dragging her to the bedroom. Pants half-down, he sat cock-out. "Missed it? Have at."
Her long skirt? No undress needed. En route, she'd relived pussy-fucking bliss—already soaked. No foreplay: legs spread, straddling, panties aside, sat down. Joined as one.
Craved cock stuffed her full—bliss haze. "Young Master, every thrust... so glad I got a pussy for you to fuck. Once? Worth dying."
Post-sea rush-fuck hadn't sated her. Her words fired him up. Hands on ass, he bounced her—big cock pistoning her saucy pussy fierce and fast.
Li Menglan's eyes glazed, arms neck-wrapped, hips grinding wild. Cock plunged, twisted side-to-side—double ecstasy.
Minutes of nonstop sync till mutual climax.
Spent, she slumped on his shoulder, panting: "Young Master, so happy... shot so much, flooded my womb. Let me bear your child?"
"No." Wang Yue shook head.
She paled—too bold. Pregnant now? Daughter fine; son? His heir?
She a mere maid—unworthy of firstborn mom.
Regret crashed. Spur-of-moment wish, no deep thought. Too late.
Wang Yue laughed. "Don't overthink, Lan-jie. Not ready for fatherhood—I'm fifteen. When I am? As many as you want."
"Mm. After you and future Young Mistress have a son, I'll give you one." Li Menglan said.
Wang Yue roared laughing. "Sons, daughters, heirs—don't care. Yours by you? I love 'em."
No anger? Relief flooded her. Coquettish: "Young Master, more? Fuck me again?"
"Afternoon's ours. Fuck your saucy pussy bedridden? Easy." Wang Yue grinned, pivoting: "But first—something to say."
"What?" Curious. She just handled his daily life—what consult?
"Li Gang." Wang Yue recapped: body refiner now, but repro wrecked.
Li Menglan shrugged post-recap. "Problem? Fix if possible."
"If incurable? Li line ends. Blame me?"
"You care—makes me happy." She smiled. "Seven years in Wang house, by your side: I'm Wang's. You're my world. Brother? Sure, I'll help—but you rank higher."
"Lan-jie." Wang Yue hugged tight, moved. "If no fix, our first son takes Li name. Carries your line."
That vow: touched, relieved. Pregnant safe—son Li-named, no heir clash.
"Young Master, fuck me! Knock me up today!" Maternal urge unleashed.
"That eager?" Wang Yue chuckled. "Daughter then?"
At their level, conception controllable—but not precise like IVF. Boy/girl, multiples? Chance.
"Daughter? Raise her. If you let go, fine hubby. Keep? She stays." Li Menglan giggled. "Past life to this."
"Huh?"
"Daughters: daddy's past-life lovers. Make her yours this life."
"Nonsense! Me, that guy?" Wang Yue smacked her ass, mock-furious.
"Right, right—not you." She giggled, then coy-twisted, shy: "Daddy, naughty... I'm your blood daughter—how stuff your cock in my pussy~?"
Wang Yue froze—taboo thrill surged. Flipped her under, cock hammering her pussy.
"Bad daddy... how dare you... fuck your... own daughter..." She moaned on: "But... daughter's pussy... feels so good... from daddy's... big cock... Daddy... ah... daughter loves it... harder... fuck daughter dead... forever your... little lover..."
"Father-daughter" war raged near two hours. Wang Yue's frenzy made her squirt endless, womb/pussy cum-flooded repeatedly till she broke.
Last load: she held true qi unpurified—dangerous days. Baby soon.
Afterglow cuddle, afternoon peace.
Post-Mortal Shedding, dual-cult even stronger. Li Menglan: Heavenly Origin 4th layer after hour-plus pounding.
Wang Yue's gains? Minor. Her yuan yin long harvested; progress slight—still early 1st layer Mortal Shedding.
No blood ties, no shared origin—true qi purity unchanged.
But dual-cult with loves? Not just power—pure joy. Satisfied.
Cuddled long, Li Menglan asked: "Young Master, non-dual sex—still harvest yuan yin?"
"Yeah, but less efficient. Skip unless dual-cult." Wang Yue said. "Why?"
No answer. "Yuan yin harvested sans dual-cult—harms body?"
"Nah, treasure for me, burden for them." Wang Yue explained. "Unfucked women age faster? Sex leaks it naturally—even sans my spark/guide."
"So harvesting helps women even sans dual-cult?"
"Yep." He nodded. "Spit it out."
"Sisters envy our thing... and..." Pause. "They all crave your big cock taste."
Wang Yue laughed helplessly. "Selling me out?"
"Sorry! They said cocks they've seen: six-seven inches. Thought yours normal, told 'em. They meant ancient inches."
"Then?"
"Learned yours huge? All want try—how's huge-cock fucking feel. Started big sisses, spread—nearly everyone. Virgins too."
Wang Yue's view of girls' chat grit leveled up. No topic off-limits.
No wonder: leak one page of bestie chats? Social death forever.
Her whim? Tough sell: "You know me—no feelings, no sex."
"One-offs only." She urged. "Harvest yuan yin, boost power—plus loyalty to Wang. Win-win."
He bought that. Knew his cock's pull: one fuck, hooked forever. Replay craving? Wang loyalists.
But yuan yin jackpot.
Mortal Shedding now, Tianhai Zhang deterred by mystery force—easy life.
But Second Aunt Su Mengchen loomed.
If Jinling watcher hers? Good—sway in Yang, safe. If not?
Must hit Yang fast, clarify.
Yang: martial holy land. Mortal Shedding peaks minimum; likely Transcendence monsters. Current him? Egg vs. rock.
Power up ASAP—at least Mortal Shedding peak.
Her seeing his wheels turn: "They swear: no cling, no spill."
Leak? Whatever. Young master maid-fucks? Normal. Just "playboy" rep—no biggie.
But: "Married ones?"
"Uh..." Tricky. His cock ruined for others post-fuck.
Wang maids: seventy percent lifelong virgins/maids like her; rest mostly family-sacrifice widows. Current hubbies? Four max. Skip 'em.
Wang Yue nodded. "Good. Arrange it—notify when ready."
He was loosening up: mutual consent? Anyone fair game.
(His women? Other guys dream? Dead, no talk.)
Near dusk, Li Menglan left. Both felt it: faint life in her belly.
Their crystal.
Seed now—gender unknown. But parental shift: pure, fierce love. Made them grander.
Wang Yue unprepared before—now? Kid cool. Motivation boost, family joy amp.
One/two parents? Grind. Dozen adults + maid army? Fun.
Off she went; time right. Wang Yue headed to Mom's.