CHAPTER 6: DESIRE AND BREAKTHROUGH ON THE EVE OF THE MARTIAL TOURNAMENT (18+)

Desire and Breakthrough on the Eve of the Martial Tournament

These days, Senior Brother finally broke through. After more than a decade of arduous cultivation, he successfully reached the Foundation Establishment stage. In that moment, Senior Brother was as happy as a child, jumping and laughing on the spot, as if releasing all the hardships and repression of the past ten-plus years, ending up in tears.

As for me, I spent almost all my time in the training ground, only leaving for necessary sleep. I sat cross-legged in the center of the training ground, focusing my mind, doing my utmost to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, intent on stabilizing my recently achieved Golden Core stage.

The martial arts tournament was only a month away. Such precise timing was hard to believe was just a coincidence. I could only race against time to improve my strength.

Besides cultivating and absorbing spiritual energy, sometimes the ring would also emit some green energy. When that happened, I knew Mom was either teasing someone or being teased herself.

After reaching the Golden Core stage, my connection with Mom deepened. When she contacted me, I could already hear the sounds around her and the conversations she was having. It gave me a sense of eavesdropping on Mom. If I focused even more, I could simulate images in my mind not clear like surveillance, but more like silhouettes or shadows.

I hadn’t told Mom about this improvement yet. This voyeuristic ability was very draining, but also extremely stimulating. Just yesterday, while I was in the training ground and felt the ring’s energy surge, I activated "peeping mode." The three silhouettes were easy to recognize: the three of them were having a meal. Senior Brother was sitting opposite Mom, and under the table, Mom’s foot was teasing Senior Brother’s crotch, while Second Senior Brother was chatting leisurely with Mom.

"Mistress, the newly renovated bathhouse is almost ready. I’ve replaced the tub with a much larger one, so you can lie in it comfortably," Second Senior Brother said respectfully and warmly.

"That’s really thoughtful of you, good disciple. I can’t wait," Mom replied in a soft, charming tone.

"It’s nothing, I also planted some fresh flowers in the backyard. When you bathe, you can put the petals in," Second Senior Brother continued.

"Mm-hmm," Mom responded softly, then added, "You’re all so good to me, thank you."

"Mistress, we’re family. This is what disciples should do."

"Mm~"

A soft moan interrupted Mom and Second Senior Brother’s conversation, and the shadow under the table withdrew. That moan must have come from Senior Brother, unable to help himself.

I smiled quietly and shook my head. These two Senior Brothers each had their own way of pleasing Mom. Second Senior Brother took the gradual, gentle approach, like spring sunshine, wrapping people up with thoughtful care a true warm man. Honest Senior Brother, on the other hand, really used his tongue.

...

"Son, I’m going to take a bath. Your Second Senior Brother has heated the water. Will you come scrub my back?" Mom’s voice sounded in my mind.

"Let Second Senior Brother do it. He’s worked so hard, bought you so many nice things from town, and even renovated the bathhouse. Isn’t it all to win your heart?"

"Pah, you little rascal. Just for these little favors, you want to sell your mom? Or am I selling myself?"

"Hehe, anyway, I don’t have time right now. I just finished practicing Azure Rainbow, I’m exhausted and don’t have the strength to scrub your back."

"I think you’re doing it on purpose."

Of course I was otherwise, how could I watch the show? I just didn’t know how exciting it would be.

Not long after, I heard the rustling of clothes Mom must have entered the bathhouse. Then came the sound of water she’d gotten into the new tub. "Son, your Second Senior Brother is really bad."

"What’s wrong?"

"The tub is bigger, and I can lie in it, very comfortable, but it’s shallower. If not for the flower petals, I’d be completely exposed..."

"Haha, at least he’s thoughtful."

"Go away, you little pervert."

"Mistress, is the water temperature okay?" That was Second Senior Brother’s voice, a bit quiet he must have been outside the bathhouse. "It’s perfect," Mom replied.

"Oh." Second Senior Brother sounded a bit disappointed, but then said, "Mistress, do you... need..."

"Come in, scrub my back in a bit," Mom interrupted before he could finish.

"Ah, okay... okay."

Then came the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Oh, why aren’t you blindfolded this time?"

"Ah, oh, then I..."

"It’s fine, come here."

Water sounds followed. "Start with my back."

"Mm."

Then came the sound of skin rubbing. Soon, the water splashed again, and as the splashing faded, rapid breathing replaced it.

I asked Mom in my mind, "Mom, does the bath feel good?"

"Com... comfortable... ah..."

The "ah" was much louder Second Senior Brother must have touched a sensitive spot.

"Mistress, this is bath fragrance I brought from town. It’s made from a blend of precious flower petals and spices, for bathing. It whitens and softens skin and leaves a lasting scent," Second Senior Brother explained.

From his description, it sounded like a modern body wash. A true warm man he’d thought of everything. But his intentions were obvious to all.

"Mm," Mom replied softly, then added, "Mm~ a bit cool."

"Oh, I’ll warm it up and apply it for you."

The sound of hands rubbing, then Mom’s soft moans...

"Aren’t you hot?" Mom’s seductive voice asked.

"Oh, Mistress, I... I’m not hot."

"Not hot? Then why are you sweating so much? You just dripped on me." Mom giggled. "Take off your clothes."

Second Senior Brother’s voice was nervous and excited. "Can I, Mistress?"

"There’s no one else here. What are you afraid of? Your Junior Brother is practicing in the training ground."

"Oh... okay."

Mom even had to mention me, to tease Second Senior Brother.

I heard the sound of clothes being removed. Soon, Mom let out a surprised gasp: "So long..."

My heart leapt into my throat the thrill of eavesdropping was indescribable.

Imagining Second Senior Brother’s thick, long cock exposed in the air, along with Mom’s gasp...

"Mom, what’s so long?"

"Hmph, not telling you. That’s your punishment for not scrubbing my back."

Fine, women really can’t be provoked.

"Hiss... ha, Mistress... gentler..."

Two hurried footsteps sounded Mom must have pulled Second Senior Brother, and it was obvious where she’d grabbed.

"Why are you so far away? Are you scared of me?"

"N-no, not scared."

"Mm, I see. It’s fierce."

"Yes... Mistress... you’re so beautiful."

"Hehe."

Women love compliments.

Then came the sounds of water and slurping. "Mmm... Mistress..." Second Senior Brother’s voice trembled, mixed with suppressed groans. "Ah... ah..."

"Shh..." Mom’s voice was intermittent. "Be good... let Mistress... love you well..."

After that, there were faint swallowing sounds.

Was Mom...?

I focused my cultivation, and an image appeared in my mind: Mom’s shadow in the tub, reclining, one hand supporting herself, the other at the crotch of the shadow in front of her. Her head moved back and forth, making the thick shadow disappear and reappear, sometimes making it stand up and slide along her cheek, sometimes stroking it with her hand, her face buried in the crotch of the shadow in front of her. There was no doubt Mom was sucking and licking Second Senior Brother’s cock and balls. The slurping sounds came from her mouth.

"Mmm... Mistress... slower..."

Second Senior Brother’s voice trembled Mom’s skill was making him lose control.

Mom panted, "Mmm... disciple’s cock... so big... so thick... so tasty... Mistress likes it."

After a while, "Mistress... I’m going to cum..." Second Senior Brother’s voice grew urgent.

"Mmm... it’s okay... cum..." Mom mumbled, her mouth never stopping.

"Ah!!"

Second Senior Brother let out a low roar, then came the sound of liquid hitting, and Mom’s satisfied swallowing. The steamy scene in the bath made my hand reach for my crotch no wonder people say the human brain is the biggest sex organ...

The debauchery in the bathhouse didn’t end there Mom wouldn’t let Second Senior Brother off so easily. But I couldn’t keep watching; the ring’s green energy surged, and I drew it in, washing over my green Golden Core, feeling it slowly grow, its shape no longer round.

After reaching Golden Core, I wondered why the core wasn’t gold it seemed to be dyed green by the ring’s energy.

When the surging energy faded, the core in my body seemed to become like a tiny infant, but I was still at Golden Core, not yet at Spirit Embodiment.

What is Spirit Embodiment? What is it like? I had no way of knowing. I just wanted to quickly amass strength to protect my family.

...

Time passed quickly half a month went by, and there were only a dozen days left before the Longevity Sect and the court’s tournament.

During this half month, I was stuck at Golden Core, even feeling "full."

But I just couldn’t break through. No one in the sect could help me only the green energy. I’d have to ask around after going down the mountain.

Since Second Senior Brother’s debauchery with Mom in the bathhouse, he’d broken through too, and also appeared in Mom’s "body," but it didn’t matter, so I didn’t care.

Today, everyone packed up, ready to go down the mountain.

Mom wore a simple white long dress, her hair in a cloud bun held by a jade hairpin. From a distance, she looked dignified and elegant, like a fairy in a painting.

But only we knew the seemingly conservative dress hid another scene. Mom wore no underwear, and her bare pussy still had a green jade dildo inside.

Mom, barefoot, calmly rode her flying sword, snacking on treats Second Senior Brother bought her, eating as she flew.

We three brothers followed closely. Soon, we reached the village at the foot of the mountain.

"Qingzhu, where are you off to?" Two people came out of the village, one greeting Senior Brother first.

This person looked quite old, hunched, face full of deep wrinkles, eyes a bit cloudy.

The other was thin but upright, plain-looking, messy hair, lots of bangs covering his eyes, wearing an old gray robe with a wine gourd at his waist. "It’s the village chief and Mr. Hao. We’re off to the tournament. My master and junior brother are going to participate, so we’re heading to town to buy a carriage," Senior Brother replied quickly.

"We heard about it too. You’d better win if the mountain and land go to the court, it’ll be hard for the people to get them back," the village chief said gravely.

"Of course, we don’t want that either. It’s all that Longevity Sect’s fault, playing these games. Who knows what they’re up to," Senior Brother said angrily, spitting to the side, face full of resentment.

"Are you familiar with the capital? I can be your guide," said Mr. Hao, his voice casual and unrestrained.

"Old Hao, are you familiar with the capital?" Senior Brother asked.

I leaned over and whispered to Second Senior Brother, "Who is he? He doesn’t seem like an ordinary villager."

Second Senior Brother whispered back, "Old Hao came to our village ten years ago. He could teach and read, so at first he stayed with different families for a few days at a time. Later he set up a school here to teach the village kids."

"Is he trustworthy?" I asked.

"He should be. He’s not like the other refugees he always says he’s traveling, just staying here for now. In the end, he couldn’t leave the kids and stayed. He’s a cultured, sentimental guy."

"I’ve been to the capital before, know the road well. I can go with you, just give me food," Old Hao shrugged.

"No need, we brothers can handle it," Senior Brother waved him off.

Old Hao ignored Senior Brother, turned to look straight at me: "He’ll need me."

I was shocked and confused, not understanding what he meant. I thought: I don’t need a man.

"I can sense he’s ’full,’" Old Hao said, shocking me even more. He’d accurately described my current bottleneck.

"You’re a cultivator?" I blurted out, but then realized something was off he didn’t feel like Senior Brother or Second Senior Brother after their breakthroughs. Simply put, I couldn’t sense any "substance" in him he seemed "empty," just like a normal person.

Old Hao just smiled, not answering, then said, "I can be your guide, drive the carriage, just feed me. I want to see the tournament too."

"What full or not, we don’t have enough food, don’t get involved," Senior Brother said gruffly.

"Senior Brother, let Mr. Hao come. After we get a carriage in town, you and Second Senior Brother go back to the sect. Someone has to stay home," I urged.

"Junior Brother, I..." Senior Brother tried to speak.

I cut him off: "You two train at home. You know Mom and I are strong enough to protect ourselves. If anything happens, we’d have to look after you. You just broke through, so you need to practice. The sect will depend on you two in the future."

"Fine, let’s go, no more delays," Senior Brother said helplessly.

So, with Old Hao joining, the five of us headed for town.

Old Hao was definitely not normal he could see my problem at a glance. More importantly, when he saw Mom, he only paused briefly before looking away, his gaze clear, completely unaffected by her charm.

You have to know, Mom’s Beast Desire Technique was almost at the late first stage, constantly radiating feminine allure. We three brothers had only developed a little immunity from being around her so long. The old village chief probably didn’t even see Mom’s beauty. But Old Hao definitely saw it and was unaffected.

"Mr. Hao, what do you mean by ’full’?" On the road, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity.

I needed someone to explain every bit of strength increased my odds in the tournament.

"You’re at Golden Core?"

"Yes." I’d already decided Old Hao wasn’t ordinary, so I wasn’t surprised he saw my realm. "Please, Mr. Hao, enlighten me."

"The next realm is Spirit Embodiment."

Then, his gaze deep and all-knowing, he said, "The answer lies in ’Spirit Embodiment’ itself."