Tianmo smiled at the Third Mother's suggestion and nodded. "Very well, Third Mother. I shall be there at the appropriate time."
She is just a woman who wants to climb higher, such women are everywhere, it's not out ordinary. It's not bad to be greedy and want to climb higher. However, Tianmo won't be letting her get her way. He has the power and the advantage, the harem won't be an easy thing to climb.
A few wives also looked at each other, including wives of elders.
"Ahem* Ahem* it's not what you are thinking... It seems I have been affected by some kind of magical curse that even my husband can't dispel. I just wanted his help," she said with a blush.
Hearing this, Wang Xuhan was also flushed. The curse is located in an unusual place, which makes it difficult to remove.
The place seems to be devoid of vitality.
"Oh?! Pray tell more..." Tianmo had a cold glint in his eyes.
"Um-Um... It's between my legs. My womanhood seems to be devoid of vitality, and the curse is slowly expanding throughout my body, sucking vitality."
She was also flushed. It seems she is also aware of what she just said.
Every man in the room was taken aback by her bold statement. Some jaws dropped, others gulped visibly. The elders coughed, trying to cover their astonishment, while a few wives covered their mouths in shock, suppressing gasps and giggles.
Tianmo's reaction, however, was more subtle. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharpening with curiosity rather than surprise. "Between your legs?"
Madam Zhu nodded, looking both embarrassed and defiant. "Yes, between my legs... It started from there but now a purple mark is spreading to my waist and thighs," she whispered, her fingers playing with each other.
Some of the younger men shifted their gazes respectfully away from Madam Zhu's lap, suddenly finding the floor quite fascinating: Dyamn! What a stone, we never knew it was so perfect.
"Then there is no time to waste," Tianmo said, his voice cutting through the awkward silence like a blade of ice. He gestured to the treasures. "The Spirit Awakening Fruits will not only awaken your latent potential but the violent surge of spiritual energy should be sufficient to purge such a parasitic curse. Consume them now, and the curse might vanish right away... If the curse is still there then I shall take a look."
He did not wait for them to comply. With a flick of his wrist, the fruits descended before each family member, hovering at eye level.
The wives exchanged glances, the heavy atmosphere of lust and anticipation of an immortal future thickening the air. If they could cultivate, they would.
Madam Zhu was the first to reach out, her fingers trembling as she plucked the glowing, orb-like fruit from the air. It was warm to the touch, pulsing with a heartbeat that matched her own racing pulse.
Without hesitation, she took a bite.
The moment the juice touched her tongue, her eyes rolled back, and a guttural sound escaped her throat.
"Mmmnnnghhh!♡"
It was a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The fruit's flesh dissolved into a stream of liquid fire that shot down her throat and exploded in her stomach. But it didn't stop there. The energy surged downward, rushing like a tidal wave toward the cursed source between her legs.
Madam Zhu's knees buckled, but she caught herself on the table, her knuckles turning white. Her kimono strained against her heaving chest as her breathing turned ragged.
"Haaah... Hnnnggg...♡"
The energy slammed into her core, battling the cold, purple malignancy. It was not a gentle healing; it was a violent purge. The clash of energies sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain rippling through her nerves. She threw her head back, the heavy cascade of her black hair sticking to the sweat on her neck.
"Uuuu... s-so hot... it's burning... Annnngg!♡♡♡"
Seeing her reaction, the other wives needed no further encouragement. They bit into their fruits, and the hall was instantly filled with a chorus of soft, wet gasps and moans that echoed lewdly against the stone walls.
Madam Lian, the Third Wife, took a large bite, her emerald silk robe already damp with perspiration. The energy hit her like a physical blow, causing her massive, heavy breasts to heave violently, threatening to burst from her top.
"Nnnn♡... By the Heavens... Mmmnnn♡"
She clutched at her chest, her fingers sinking deep into the soft, abundant flesh as the spiritual energy washed over her meridians. Her hips bucked involuntarily, the sensation of her spirit roots awakening feeling suspiciously like an intense, full-body climax.
"Aaahnnn♡... It's... it's moving... inside me... Hnnghhh!♡"
Madam Yue, the Fifth Wife, stood rigid, her icy composure shattering under the onslaught. Her long legs trembled, the sheer stockings highlighting the quivering muscles of her thighs as the energy pooled in her lower dantian.
"Uuuu... Mmm... ♡ T-This power... Hnnnggg!♡"
She bit her lip, drawing blood, trying to stifle the cries, but the pleasure was too overwhelming. Her cold facade melted away, replaced by a flush of crimson that spread from her cheeks down to her perky, erect nipples, which pressed desperately against the thin azure fabric.
Even the shy Madam Cai, Tianmo's own mother, was not spared. She whimpered softly as the fruit's essence took hold, her small, peach-like breasts rising and falling rapidly.
"Mmm... ♡ Hnnghhh... ♡ Tianmo... it feels... strange... Uuuu... ♡"
Her hands gripped the fabric of her pink skirt, wrinkling it as her thighs pressed together, rubbing against each other in a desperate attempt to alleviate the throbbing heat emanating from her womb.
Few mortal elders tried to maintain their dignity, but grunts of exertion and low groans escaped their lips. Spirit awakening fruit was useful only to the mortals.
The air in the hall grew thick, heavy with the scent of musk, sweat, and the sweet, cloying perfume of the Spirit Awakening Fruits. It was a miasma of desire and cultivation, a fog that blurred the line between spiritual ascension and carnal debauchery.
Madam Zhu, was in the throes of a violent transformation. The purple curse on her thighs was sizzling, evaporating under the relentless assault of the spiritual energy. But the counter-attack was fierce.
"Uuuu... Nnnnghhh!♡ It's... It's fighting back!♡" she cried out, her body arching backward, her spine curving into a perfect bow. The heavy mounds of her breasts bounced wildly with her spasms, the dark areolas visible through the sweat-soaked silk.
"Annnngg!♡ More... I need more!♡"
She clawed at the table, her nails leaving scratches on the obsidian surface. The energy was not just purging the curse; it was reshaping her flesh, refining her marrow, turning a mortal body into one capable of storing the heavens.
Wang Tianmo watched it all with the cold, detached gaze of a surgeon observing a successful operation. He saw the flush on their skin not as arousal, but as the sign of blood vessels expanding to accommodate the surge in pressure. He heard their moans not as invitations, but as the release of pressure from meridians being forced open for the first time.
Soon... Things returned back to normal.
"S-Son... The curse is still there. I can still feel the lack of vitality..."
Hearing mother Zhu's words, he nodded, his expression still stoic and unreadable. But there was a slight twitch in the corner of his eye. The way her body was trembling, the look of desperation on her face... this was no act.
This woman had never felt such intense pleasure...
Tianmo's dark eyes narrowed slightly, dissecting the situation with the precision of a scalpel. The Spirit Awakening Fruit had failed. It was a logical outcome; the fruit was designed to forge a path where none existed, to pry open the spiritual gates of a mortal. It was not designed to excise a parasitic curse that had already taken root and fused with the flesh.
The energy of the fruit had merely agitated the intruder, like stirring a hornet's nest within a porcelain vase.
"Stand," Tianmo commanded, his voice low and devoid of unnecessary warmth. It was not a request; it was an order that carried the weight of his superior cultivation and status.
Madam Zhu's legs were trembling violently, the aftermath of the spiritual surge leaving her weak-kneed and breathless. She clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles white, sweat dripping from her chin onto the heaving mounds of her chest, darkening the silk of her kimono.
"I... I cannot, Son," she gasped, her voice hoarse and laced with a lingering, shameful pleasure. "My strength... it has left me."
Tianmo did not repeat himself. He moved, a blur of black motion crossing the hall in an instant. He stood before her, his presence towering and oppressive. The scent of the fruit still clung to the air, mixed with the musky, intoxicating aroma of her exertion.
He reached out, his hand gripping her upper arm with a firmness that bordered on bruising. His skin was cool against her feverish, sweat-slicked flesh.
"Then I shall assist."
With an effortless tug, he pulled her away from the support of the table. Madam Zhu stumbled forward, her heavy, soft body colliding with his hard, unyielding frame. She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. The proximity was intoxicating, the raw masculine aura radiating from him making her head spin.
"Uuu...♡" A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as she felt the hardness of his chest against her sensitive breasts.
Tianmo ignored the reaction. He maneuvered her toward a nearby meditation couch, his movements efficient and clinical. He pressed her down onto the soft velvet, positioning her on her back.
"Father," Tianmo said, not looking back at Wang Xuhan. "We need to test the spirit root of everyone. You are responsible for it."
Saying that, he handed a small orb to Wang Xuhan. It was a Spirit Testing Orb, an advanced tool used to test spirit roots, far better than the one in the Azure Cloud Sect.
Wang Xuhan took the orb, his hand trembling slightly. He looked at his son, who was already looming over Madam Zhu, and then at the rest of the family, who were still recovering from the effects of the fruit. He nodded, his expression hardening into that of the Patriarch.
"They just have to place the hand in the orb and the orb will automatically announce the tear result..." Tianmo added.
The family members slowly began to recover their strength, though the effects of the spirit awakening fruit still lingered in their flushed faces and heavy breathing.
***
Patriarch began testing.
First Wife, Madam Lan: First-grade water and earth, dual-element spirit root.
Third Wife, Madam Lian: Earth-grade Chaos spirit root.
Fourth Wife, Madam Feng: First-grade light spiritual root.
Fifth Wife, Madam Yue: First-grade lotus spirit root.
Sixth Wife, Madam Cai: First-grade lightning spirit root.
Seventh Wife, Madam Ling: First-grade Fire spirit root.
Elder Wang Lin's first wife, Ningxue: First-grade jade spirit root; Earth.
Elder Wang Lin's second wife, Yanyi: Earth-grade tri leaf spirit root—Fire, plants, metal.
Elder Wang Yun's wife, Biyue: fifth-grade water spirit root.
Other children of the Wang Family also took the test. Almost everyone awakened first-grade spirit roots. Only three of them managed to awaken, earth-grade spirit roots.
Spiritual roots also play a crucial role in determining the cultivation paths one may walk.
For example, cultivators possessing Fire and Metal Spirit Roots are naturally suited for the Path of Weapon Forging, where they refine divine arms and artifacts.
Those with a combination of Fire and Plant Spirit Roots may walk the Path of Alchemy, capable of refining pills, elixirs, and medicinal treasures.
Any spiritual root whose name does not correspond to a physical element is classified as a Mentalist Spirit Root. Cultivators of this type may walk the Path of Array mastery, allowing them to become Array Masters proficient in creating formations, talismans, seals, and runes.
There also exist Sword Spirit Roots, an extremely rare type that allows one to walk the Path of the Sword, cultivating sword intent and becoming a true sword cultivator. Among the Wang Family, none possessed such a root, with one exception.
Wang Tianmo possesses an Immortal-Grade Formless Spirit Root allowing him to easily walk in any path of Dao.
In short, a spirit root is the foundation upon which the great tree of the Dao is cultivated.
Tianmo looked at their shocked expression. It was the least he could do for possessing the body of the original Wang Tainmo, but deep down he didn't have any feelings for so-called, fathers and uncles. The only family he cares about is Ling'er aside from that, the rest are but strangers.
One can only hope the Wang family can stand tall and not fall to calamity like in the original Novel. Even after receiving his help, if they meet their end, it can only be said Fate.
Truth be told, he and others are from two different worlds. immortal-grade spirit roots, 8 Supreme Dao bones, 8 Zodiac meridians, Immortal Dao physique, Immortal Dantian, primordial Dragon bloodline. He is born to soar above the heavens, it might merely take him a few years to reach the pinnacle and ascend if he decides to cultivate diligently without any distractions.
Anyway,
Tianmo's gaze shifted from the glowing results of the Spirit Testing Orb back to the woman lying on the velvet couch.
Madam Zhu's chest heaved with frantic, shallow breaths, the heavy mounds of her breasts rising and falling like storm-tossed waves. Her skin, flushed a feverish crimson, glistened with a sheen of sweat that made the silk of her kimono cling to her curves like a second skin.
The Spirit Awakening Fruit had done its work, clearing the impurities from her meridians and granting her a spiritual foundation, but the curse remained. It was a stubborn parasite, anchored deep within her yin center, feeding on the very vitality the fruit had tried to restore.
"Hnnnggg...♡" Madam Zhu whimpered, her hands clutching at the fabric of the couch, her knuckles white. "It hurts... it's burning cold... Mmmm...♡"
Tianmo stepped closer, his shadow falling over her trembling form. He did not offer words of comfort; such things were useless in the face of a magical malady. He was a cultivator, and to a cultivator, illness was merely another imbalance of energy to be corrected.
He pressed her forehead with his finger and released his aura, however, he couldn't sense anything.
"..."
'System... What's going on?! Why can't I sense any curse energy from her?!'
[Ding!]
[Analysis complete...]
[She is suffering from Yin poisoning. An impure woman losing her pure yin, always needs Yang to balance the Yin-yang harmony in their body lest the chaotic Yin energy take over, absorbing the vitality from the Yin centre and then the whole body.]
[The potential cures are: Yin-supressing pills and the Yang Rod.]
Tianmo's eyes narrowed imperceptibly behind his stoic mask. Yin poisoning? The system's diagnosis was crude, yet logically sound within the perverse laws of this cultivation world. A woman who had lost her pure Yin without the stabilizing force of a partner's Yang was like a cracked vessel, leaking vitality until she was empty.
The "curse" was nothing more than her own body rebelling against the imbalance, a void screaming to be filled. And the cure... dual cultivation.
He looked down at Madam Zhu and then at his father.
"Father... She is suffering from Yin poisoning," Tianmo said, his voice flat, devoid of the embarrassment that usually accompanied such topics in mortal circles. To a cultivator, the body was merely a vessel of Qi, and its ailments were equations to be balanced.
Wang Xuhan, who had been observing the testing of the other family members with a proud smile, froze. The color drained from his face as he processed his son's words.
He looked at his son with a dark face. "S-Son... I am weak in that area. It seems my Yang vitality has diminished, I need some Yang treasures to make it stand again.'
He felt as if his pride was torn apart. However, he is 200 years old. Men usually suffer such things, okay. Once you grow old, your little brother grows old with you.
Wang Xuhan's admission hung in the air like a guillotine blade, suspended and trembling. The elders averted their gazes, staring intently at the floor patterns or the ceiling, anywhere but the humiliated Patriarch. The floor looks so cool.
Madam Zhu, lying on the couch, heard the words. A tear of utter mortification slid from the corner of her eye, tracing a hot path down her flushed cheek. To be declared deficient by her own husband, in front of the entire family and the genius son she had tried to seduce... it was a fate worse than death. It's so embarrassing.
Her body trembled, the "cold" of the Yin poisoning flaring in response to her emotional distress, sending fresh spasms through her womb.
"Mmmnnn...♡" She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sound, but the pleasure-pain was too intense. "Hnnghhh...♡"
Tianmo looked at his father, his expression unreadable. He did not mock, nor did he offer pity.
"Yang depletion at the Golden Core realm is often irreversible without heavenly treasures," Tianmo stated, his voice clinical. "Father, your cultivation has stabilized your life force, but the physical vessel has aged. The flame is there, but the oil is dry."
"Another way to help her is by a Yin-suppressing pill or by another man," he spoke nothing but the truth.
"Annnngg!♡ It's... It's eating me...♡" she cried out, her back arching off the couch, her hands clawing at the air. "Uuuu... save me...♡"
She moaned harder. She is willing to spread her legs if Tianmo is the one curing her. It is what it is. Otherwise, she will take the Yin-suppressing pill.
"H-Husband... Let Tianmo cure me."
***
A/N: Forgive this scholar if heart icon messes you. I chose the font because colorful emojis may disturb your Dao heart when reading.