Wang Xuhan's eyes widened in surprise. "Another... matter?" he repeated, his voice soft with a hint of worry.
He knew his son well; if he was here to discuss a second matter, then it must be serious. But what exactly is this matter?! Regardless, he decided to trust his son unable to glimpse the lustful flare in Tianmo's eyes.
"Of course, son," Wang Xuhan said, his eyes darting to the other elders, a silent command to gather every member of the family.
The elders nodded, their faces grim as they silently left the hall, a palpable sense of unease hanging in the air. The hall fell into an almost oppressive silence as they waited for the women of the family to arrive. Wang Bo took a seat, wincing with every movement. The sting of his defeat still fresh, it seems his Dao foundation has taken a serious hit. That bastard Jue, how cruel.
Finally, the doors of the hall creaked open again, and the women of the family filed in. Some were stern-faced, some curious, some nervous. But all had one thing in common: their eyes were fixed on Tianmo. Even his brother and sisters were here—those without spirit roots.
Leading them was the Third Wife, Madam Lian. She was a woman whose beauty had ripened into a terrifying potency. She wore a robe of emerald silk that clung to her curves with a second-skin tightness, the fabric struggling to contain the heavy, voluptuous burden of her chest. With every step, the mounds of her breasts heaved, threatening to spill from the low neckline, a deep canyon of cleavage that seemed to hold the very laws of gravity.
Her waist was impossibly narrow, flaring out into hips that swayed with a rhythm that was less walking and more a primal, undulating dance. Her eyes, shaped like almond blossoms and dark with smoldering intent, swept over the room, exuding a pheromonal heat that made the air itself feel sticky.
Following closely was the Fifth Wife, Madam Yue. If Lian was fire, Yue was ice—cold, sharp, and unyieldingly sensual.
She was tall, her legs endlessly long and encased in sheer stockings that vanished beneath the high slit of her azure dress. The fabric was translucent enough to hint at the shadowy delta between her thighs, a tease of the forbidden fruit that lay beneath.
Her posture was rigid, thrusting her bosom forward, two perfect peaks capped by nipples that pressed hard against the silk, betraying a cold arousal. Her neck was long and swan-like, her skin pale as moonlight, begging for the graze of a rough hand.
Almost all the wives of the Wang Family elders were mortals excluding the only wife of Elder Wang Yun, who was a cultivator at the fourth stage of the Qi Refining realm with a fifth-grade spirit root.
Behind them came the Sixth Wife, Tianmo's own mother, Madam Cai. She possessed a delicate, doll-like beauty that masked a sinful, mature allure. Her robes were a soft, powdery pink, tied with a sash that accentuated the exaggerated hourglass of her figure.
Her breasts were smaller than Madam Lian's but perfectly shaped, like ripe peaches, sitting high and firm on her chest. The fabric draped over them was thin, outlining the areolas with a teasing precision.
She moved with a shy, fluttering grace, but her eyes held a deep, watery submission that seemed to whisper of endless nights of passion and debauchery that even the lewd scholars of unachievable height dare not write unless they enter the Qi deviation, unable to recover.
Her thighs were plush and soft, pressing together with a friction—a velvet, suffocating warmth.
The Second Wife, Madam Zhu, entered with an air of haughty arrogance. She was a woman of lush, overflowing proportions. Her kimono-style robe was wrapped tightly around her, the "obi" belt sinking deep into the soft flesh of her midsection, emphasizing the incredible width of her hips and the heavy, low-slung weight of her breasts.
They were massive, like crazy massive, swaying heavily with her every breath, the dark circles of her nipples visible through the sweat-dampened silk. She exuded the scent of musk and old spices, a heavy, intoxicating perfume.
Next was the Fourth Wife, Madam Feng. She was a slender, willowy beauty, but her slenderness only served to highlight the shocking curves she possessed. Her waist was so tiny it looked as if a man could span it with two hands, flaring out abruptly into wide, birthing hips.
Her buttocks were a marvel of nature—two large, firm globes that jiggled provocatively with every step, straining against the fabric of her skirt. She walked with a slight, deliberate roll of her pelvis, a motion that drew the eye inevitably to the junction of her thighs, where the fabric clung lovingly to her mound.
The First Wife, Madam Lan, the matriarch of the harem, commanded the room without a word. She was the epitome of mature elegance, her beauty preserved and enhanced by cultivation resources.
She wore a golden robe that was open at the sides, revealing the long, creamy expanse of her legs. Her torso was wrapped in a bodice that pushed her breasts up until they formed a deep, mesmerizing shelf of cleavage. Her skin was flawless, glowing with a health that bordered on the supernatural.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dripping with a languid, bedroom heat.
Finally, the Seventh Wife, Madam Ling, the youngest of the wives, bounced in with a feigned innocence. She was petite, but her body was built for sin, to awaken the deepest desire of a man's lust. Even monks would be corrupted just taking a glimpse at her devilish figure.
Her chest was large for her frame, jiggling freely beneath a thin, almost sheer bodice.
She wore no undergarments, and the dark triangle of her womanhood was clearly visible through the flimsy skirt. Her lips were perpetually parted, moist and red, her tongue darting out to wet them, a subconscious invitation for debauchery.
Following the wives were the spouses of the elders. Elder Wang Lin's two wives were stark contrasts—one a plump, soft woman with breasts like watermelons and a backside that rippled like dough, the other a tall, severe beauty with legs that went on for days and a cold, dominating stare.
Elder Wang Yun's wife was a jade beauty, pale and cold. She wore a high-collared dress of dark violet that seemed to mourn her lack of curves, yet the fabric clung desperately to her modest form, outlining the subtle, perky swell of her breasts and the tight, firm curve of her rear.
Meanwhile, the rest of the elders were unmarried. They believe in the philosophy that if you aren't married, you will never wear a green hat.
High IQ move.
Tianmo's gaze swept over the assembled family, his expression unreadable. "Since, everyone is here, let us begin."
He took the seat at the head of the table. No one raised their voice in protest, though Wang Xuhan's eyebrows arched slightly. His son had never been this authoritative before, but he couldn't deny the weight of Tianmo's presence.
"The reason I have gathered you all here is not merely to discuss the Earth Vein," Tianmo began, his voice echoing softly against the obsidian walls. He sat with the posture of a ruler surveying his domain, his dark eyes sweeping over the assembly, lingering for a fraction of a second longer on the wives before moving to the elders.
Woosh!
With a wave of his hand, Wang Tianmo summoned hundreds of "Spirit Awakening Fruit" and "Body Tempering Pills" from his spatial ring. They floated in the air, suspended by a gentle stream of Qi, glowing with a multi-colored light that illuminated the hall and the faces of the family members.
The air instantly filled with a fragrance so rich it made one's blood boil and their meridians hummed with desire. It was the scent of pure cultivation, a smell that represented years, perhaps decades, of hard work condensed into a single pill.
"These are Spirit Awakening Fruits and Body Tempering Pills," Tianmo announced, his voice calm, yet it struck the elders like a bolt of lightning. "Enough for everyone here. Even those without spirit roots can consume the Body Tempering Pills to wash their marrow and refine their flesh, extending their lifespan by a hundred years... Most importantly, Spirit Awakening fruit can awaken your spiritual gate, allowing you to form spirit roots."
The silence that followed was absolute. It was the silence of a man staring into the open maw of a tiger, frozen by the sheer impossibility of survival.
Spirit Awakening Fruit. Capable of awakening the spiritual gate and spirit roots?! Doesn't that mean everyone can cultivate?!
What kind of concept was this?
In the cultivation world, such a treasure was the stuff of legends, a mythical item mentioned only in ancient records and fevered dreams. To awaken a spirit root in a mortal was to defy the mandate of the heavens, to turn a stone into a gem.
Wang Xuhan stared at the floating fruits, his eyes trembling. He had seen many things in his long life, but this... this was enough to overturn the entire hierarchy of the Valley of Morning Dew. If the Wang Family suddenly had dozens of new cultivators, even the Li Family would be forced to bow their heads.
The silence stretched, taut and trembling, until it was shattered by a collective gasp that seemed to suck the air right out of the hall.
"S-Spirit Awakening Fruit...?"
The whisper came from Elder Wang Lin, usually the most stoic of the bunch. His eyes were wide, staring at the glowing orbs as if they were the severed heads of gods. His throat worked convulsively, the Adam's apple bobbing with a dry click. "These... these are legendary items. Records say they only grow in places where the Immortal Qi has condensed into liquid form. One fruit is enough to buy a small city, and here... here are hundreds?"
Wang Bo, forgetting the pain in his chest, pushed himself to his feet. He looked at the floating treasures, then at his own hands—hands calloused from decades of failure and stagnation at the Great Foundation Establishment stage. His breath hitched, a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh.
"Top-quality Body Tempering Pills... to wash the marrow," Wang Bo murmured, his voice trembling. "If the mortal members take this... the Wang Family will have an army of warriors with the strength of tigers and the vitality of dragons. We... we wouldn't just be a cultivation family. We would be a dynasty."
Madam Lian, the Third Wife, brought a hand to her heaving chest, the emerald silk straining under the sudden movement. Her eyes, usually filled with haughty judgment, were now swimming with a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised greed. It was a base emotion, unbecoming of a lady of her status, yet in the face of such fortune, dignity crumbled like dust.
"Tianmo..." she breathed, her voice husky, dropping an octave in her excitement. "Are these... are these truly for us? Even for... even for those of us without the gift?"
She stepped forward, the heavy sway of her hips more pronounced now, driven by an adrenaline that mimicked arousal. The scent of the pills seemed to interact with her own natural musk, creating a heady aura that made the nearby elders shift uncomfortably in their seats.
Tianmo sat upon the obsidian throne, his expression impassive, a statue of a god bestowing gifts upon ants. He watched their reactions with the detachment of a scholar observing insects. He saw the hope in their eyes, the greed, the sudden shift in loyalty—not that they had ever been disloyal, but the intensity of their devotion to him had just skyrocketed into the heavens.
"The Dao is without mercy, but it is also without limit," Tianmo said, his voice cutting through the murmurs like a bell. "Why should the Wang Family be content with being a pond when we can become the ocean?"
He waved his hand again.
The fruits and pills descended, floating before each family member. The children, even those who had shown no aptitude, reached out with trembling hands, their eyes reflecting the colorful glow.
"I will also bestow, 100 Qi condensing pills, 100 Mid-grade to all the people of the Wang family, and 2 High-grade spirit stones to the father. How much everyone can progress is all upon one's own capacity."
The hall was plunged into a silence so profound it felt as if the world itself had ceased to spin. The colorful glow of the Spirit Awakening Fruits reflected in the wide, disbelieving eyes of the Wang Family members, painting their faces in hues of ethereal light.
One hundred Qi Condensing Pills.
To a cultivator in the Qi Refining realm, this was a mountain of gold. To a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it was a solid brick paving the road to the Golden Core. To the Wang Family, currently struggling with resources and staring down the barrel of annihilation, it was a lifeline thick enough to hang a mountain from.
And the High-Grade Spirit Stones...
Wang Xuhan's breath hitched in his throat. High-Grade Spirit Stones were the currency of high-level transactions, the fuel for grand formations, and the lifeblood of elite sects. He had seen perhaps a handful in his entire life. To see two—no, to be given two—by his own son...
"Son..." Wang Xuhan's voice cracked, the heavy pressure of a Golden Core patriarch crumbling under the weight of a father's shock. "These... these resources are enough to arm an even second-class family. Where... how did you..."
He couldn't finish the sentence. The logic of the cultivation world screamed that this was impossible. A direct disciple, no matter how favored, would not have access to such a treasury.
Tianmo's expression remained a mask of stoic calm, a statue of a god presiding over a court of awestruck mortals.
"I received a powerful opportunity that I can't disclose. However, I will make sure to send cultivation resources to the Wang family monthly." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "From today onward, no one in the Wang family shall be allowed to have an unawakened spirit root. From today, we shall become a true cultivation family, with every member having the capacity to cultivate. The era of weakness ends now."
As he spoke, the air in the hall seemed to thicken, charged with a positive energy that was both exciting and terrifying. The Wang Family members stared at the treasures before them, their hands trembling with a mixture of greed and disbelief. The fruits and pills glowed with an otherworldly light, as if they were pieces of the heavens fallen to earth.
"Tianmo... Come to my chamber, tonight. We need to have a serious discussion," Madam Zhu said with a seductive smile playing on her lips, her eyes locking onto Tianmo with a gaze that was anything but maternal. It was a look of hunger, a predator assessing the quality of the meat.
Seeing this, Wang Xuhan was happy. It seems his son's allure is greater than his own. Game is game, can't blame son for being a
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A/N: Point typos, if you find. Thanks.