CHAPTER 5: LUST, POWER, AND THE PATH TO THE TOURNAMENT (18+)

Lust, Power, and the Path to the Tournament

Just as the debauchery inside the room reached its peak, Mother suddenly turned her head and looked in my direction, the corner of her mouth curling into a mysterious smile.

"Baby, did you break through again?"

Her voice sounded directly in my mind, carrying a hint of mischief. "It feels like your aura has changed again."

My heart skipped a beat, not expecting Mother to suddenly ask this. "Mm... Mom, I’ve advanced to the Golden Core realm."

I answered honestly.

A knowing look appeared on Mother’s face. She looked down at her jade feet covered in semen, a sly glint flashing in her eyes. "Watching Mom get her feet covered in cum and you break through what a naughty boy you are."

I froze on the spot, not knowing how to respond. Mother’s sudden initiative made me both excited and uneasy.

Her aura had indeed changed every gesture now exuded a soul-stirring allure. She was like a ripe peach, every movement radiating enticing fragrance.

Mother sniffed the air lightly. "Baby, did you cum too? I smell a different scent of semen."

Her voice was teasing. "Don’t tell me you were just secretly masturbating?"

No...

I shook my head in embarrassment.

"Hehehe, little pervert."

A strange glint flashed in Mother’s eyes. She would never guess that even without masturbating, just the intense pleasure and the friction of fabric had made my glans ooze quite a bit of semen. "Since you like watching so much..."

I held my breath, waiting for what might happen next.

Inside, Senior Brother’s cock, which had just ejaculated, was hard again, seemingly even thicker, longer, and redder than before.

Mother saw this and a look of delight flashed in her eyes. "Good disciple... seems your cultivation is going well today..."

Senior Brother panted heavily, gazing obsessively at the jade feet covered in his own essence. Those beautiful feet were now smeared with sticky white fluid, glistening lewdly in the lamplight. Senior Brother stuck out his tongue and gently licked Mother’s toes, as if savoring some delicacy.

"Mmm... good disciple... licking me feels so good..."

Mother enjoyed Senior Brother’s service, while using her hand to evenly smear the semen on her other jade foot. The transparent fluid shone lewdly on her smooth skin, emitting a strong hormonal scent.

Mother noticed Senior Brother’s gaze wandering over her, especially lingering on her huge breasts now exposed after removing the white undergarment. She couldn’t help but show a proud and lascivious smile.

She cupped her heavy breast with one hand, the nipple especially prominent from engorgement. "Want to suck Mistress’s tits?"

Mother asked in a teasing tone, her areola a charming pink under the light. She gently played with her nipple with her fingers, then stuck out her tongue, flicking the engorged tip. Meanwhile, her free jade foot began rubbing up and down Senior Brother’s swollen cock. Senior Brother’s eyes widened, his Adam’s apple bobbing, clearly stunned by the sight.

Mother thrust out her chest, making her snow-white breasts even more prominent, twisting her snake-like waist so her tits bounced with the motion. "Mmm... ah..." Mother let out a sweet moan. "Good disciple... aren’t they bigger than any you’ve seen before?"

Senior Brother stared, gulping, nodding repeatedly.

"Hehe, do you like them?"

Mother giggled sweetly, her toes deftly kneading Senior Brother’s glans, noticing his cock growing even harder. Her hand unconsciously reached for her crotch. "Ah..."

Mother suddenly let out a soul-stirring moan, her long fingers gripping the jade dildo between her legs, pumping it rapidly in and out of her wet pussy.

Squish squish... the sound of overflowing juices mixed with sticky wetness echoed in the room. Mother’s eyes were sultry, her body glistening with sweat, trembling from pleasure.

She deliberately pulled the jade dildo out halfway, then thrust it in again, repeating dozens of times before her whole body suddenly stiffened.

"Oh!!!"

Mother threw her head back and screamed, a stream of golden urine shooting from her urethra and soaking Senior Brother’s chest.

At the same time, her toes clamped tightly around Senior Brother’s cock and glans, her footwork sending him into another climax.

Splurt... splurt... white semen sprayed out a second time, splattering over Mother’s snow-white feet and calves.

Watching this debauched scene, I couldn’t hold back any longer, gripping my already-erect cock and stroking furiously.

"Good disciple..."

Mother was still in the throes of orgasm, her face flushed, breathing hard. "Do you want... to taste what Mistress’s slutty pee is like?"

She dipped her finger in some semen on her leg and gently smeared it on her huge breasts. Senior Brother was speechless, just staring blankly at the Mistress who was both familiar and utterly strange.

And outside the window, watching Mother’s seductive display, my hand moved faster and faster...

...

The next morning, soft sunlight spilled over the bed as I slowly woke from sleep.

"Son, are you awake?"

Mother’s voice sounded.

Still groggy, I looked around in a daze, my brain not yet fully online. My throat was painfully dry; I managed to squeeze out a hoarse reply: "Awake, just woke up." As soon as I spoke, I realized this was just Mother speaking in my mind she couldn’t actually hear my real voice.

So I quickly focused and responded mentally.

As my mind cleared, memories of last night’s madness surged through me.

"That was insane. How did I become like that?"

Mother’s exclamation echoed in my heart.

I could clearly imagine her expression her face must be as red as a ripe apple, blushing all over. Yes, last night, Mother was like a succubus queen, playing with Senior Brother. At first I thought after two ejaculations and Mother’s squirting, it would be over, but she had no intention of letting him off easy. Like a playful mother cat toying with a tough mouse, she kept going until Senior Brother’s cock was rubbed purple by her feet and after six ejaculations couldn’t get hard anymore, only then did she stop, and I...

"Baby, last night... when Mom was like that... did you like it?"

"I liked it..."

"Then baby, how many times did you cum?"

"...Four... times."

"Aiya, little pervert."

Embarrassed, I closed my eyes, feeling the pain in my crotch from morning wood even more acute my cock was swollen from all the stroking. In that state, Mother, me, Senior Brother, everyone infected each other, lost in carnal lust.

Fortunately, we’d finally released and regained a bit of sanity.

Suddenly, Second Senior Brother’s anxious shout came from outside:

"Junior Brother, are you awake? Something big’s happened outside, Junior Brother!"

Still enjoying my lazy chat with Mother, I quickly got up, slipped on my shoes, and went to the door.

Opening it, I saw Second Senior Brother carrying a bundle, clearly just back from the town.

"What’s wrong, Second Senior Brother?" I rubbed my eyes.

"Wait..." He set down his burdens and rummaged through them.

Soon, he pulled out a new garment, handed it to me with a smile, saying it was for me.

I took it the pure black fabric was cool and smooth, fine in texture, and looked like it would fit well.

I glanced down at my old, worn-out clothes, full of gratitude for Second Senior Brother, but didn’t forget the "big news" he’d mentioned.

I pressed, "Second Senior Brother, what’s the big thing you just mentioned?"

"Yesterday I went down to town and saw a notice. It said that the Longevity Sect and the imperial court are jointly organizing a grand martial arts tournament for all cultivators."

Second Senior Brother took the cup of water I handed him, gulped it down, then continued, "This tournament requires sect disciples to participate. Only the top ten sects will be recognized by the court. All others must disband immediately and surrender their sect’s location to the court. Of course, the court isn’t heartless they’ll assign suitable candidates to corresponding posts, like joining the army and such."

Puzzled, I asked, "Second Senior Brother, cultivators are so powerful why do they have to obey the court?"

He paused, then explained gravely:

"There are two main reasons. First, the Longevity Sect plays a crucial role. It’s the most powerful sect now, with every member at an unfathomable level. Their support for and participation in the court’s plan makes other sects cautious. Second, while cultivators are strong, they’re still individuals. Even if one can fight dozens or hundreds, they can’t stand against the court’s tens of thousands of troops. The court’s army is no joke there are martial artists among them, and though a single one isn’t as strong as a cultivator, their numbers are overwhelming. In a drawn-out fight, cultivators can’t hold out. So, cultivators have to respect the court and follow its arrangements."

"Second Senior Brother, did you tell my mom... my mother?"

"I just did. Mistress said to discuss it with you."

After a stick of incense’s time, all four of us gathered in the discussion hall.

Mother looked at me with her big, innocent eyes, clearly uninterested in the Longevity Sect and court’s tournament, just quietly eating the flower cakes Second Senior Brother bought her in town.

Senior Brother had two obvious dark circles under his eyes, looking half-awake, head bowed, not daring to meet Mother’s gaze or look at me.

Second Senior Brother’s eyes darted between us, clearly aware he’d missed something important, but now wasn’t the time to ask Senior Brother.

I’d thought about this for a long time there was definitely a scheme here, or rather, an open conspiracy.

There are dozens, if not hundreds, of sects in the world, most claiming to be righteous. Now, the court and Longevity Sect’s top ten slots are a mark of official recognition.

As for the rest?

Even if they still claim to be righteous, without official approval, they’ll lose prestige among the common people, making it impossible to recruit talented disciples. Over time, the sects will inevitably decline. This way, cultivators can be effectively controlled and the court’s rule strengthened.

Those who refuse to submit may be made examples of and suppressed.

I’d wanted to cultivate quietly on the mountain, then take Mother traveling when I was strong enough, but it seems fate has other plans. Since Mother and I transmigrated here, we won’t be allowed to idle.

"When’s the tournament?" I asked Second Senior Brother.

"One month from now."

We’d only been here less than ten days, still far from forty-nine days...

I looked at Mother, who rolled her eyes at me. Fine, more hard training ahead. The tournament required sect disciples to participate even if Mother completed the first layer of the Beast Desire Technique, as sect leader she couldn’t join.

So, this task fell to me. "I’m going to train."

I got up and headed to the training ground, sending a mental message to Mother. "Mom, even though you can’t enter the tournament, I think you should still learn the Azure Sword Technique. If something happens when you go down the mountain, you’ll have some way to protect yourself."

Mother’s lazy voice sounded in my mind:

"Fine, since my precious son is going to stand on his own, as your mother I can’t hold you back."

Mother and I went to the training ground. I demonstrated some basic moves again, and now that I was in the Golden Core realm, I could use Azure Rainbow. I wanted to show its power to reassure her. "Mom, this is Azure Glow."

A blue sword light flashed, leaving a clear mark on the training ground wall. I was now proficient at all the moves except Azure Rainbow. Years of hard practice had paid off. Mother lifted her hand, shook her sleeve to reveal a white, porcelain-like palm, and casually waved at the wall five white lights flashed, leaving five marks, four vertical and one horizontal, deeper than mine. I stared in disbelief. She grinned at me:

"Isn’t it easy?"

Then she waved her other hand, launching an even stronger Azure Edge. Genius she was a genius.

I then demonstrated Azure Steel and Azure Rainbow. She easily performed the misty-white Azure Steel. Azure Rainbow was a bit harder, but I was sure she’d master it soon. Suddenly, I realized how foolish I’d been trying to teach the "World’s Number One Beautiful Sword Immortal."

"Oh right, son, when I was circulating energy just now, I found a little person inside me."

During a break, Mother told me about her discovery while practicing.

"Where? In your dantian or your sea of consciousness, like your brain?"

"Hmm... hard to say, feels like both everywhere and nowhere. I just looked again... that little person looks just like someone."

"Who?"

"Your Senior Brother."

What was going on?

Why would a little version of Senior Brother appear in Mother’s body? Was there a special reason? Or was it the Beast Desire Technique? I figured it was probably the technique. "Is it caused by the Beast Desire Technique?"

"I don’t know, I’ll go check it out later."

Mother stretched and yawned. "Not staying here, yesterday was too tiring, I need a good rest."

She blushed, remembering her wanton behavior last night, and quickly got up. "Take care of yourself, don’t overdo it, I’m off."

Then, barefoot, she rode her flying sword away she now used it like a hoverboard, faster than walking, and with less friction.

Thinking of that, the dull ache in my cock reminded me not to let my imagination run wild I couldn’t take it anymore...