CHAPTER 8: MOTHER’S WRATH, OLD HAO’S TRUE MIGHT (18+)

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Mother’s Wrath, Old Hao’s True Might

"I respect my elder brother, so for his sake, Sword Immortal Lin, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business."

His voice was not loud, but it was as chilling as a cold wind, sending a shiver to the heart.

I was startled, afraid my mother would impulsively get involved in this conflict, and hurriedly sent her a message in my mind: "Mom, come back quickly."

Ye Wuhen strode forward, each step steady and oppressive, moving toward Zhao Lingxi.

Daoist Qingxuan immediately stepped forward without hesitation, shielding Zhao Lingxi behind him. His long sword was already drawn, pointed at Ye Wuhen as he shouted, "Don’t you dare harm my disciple!" With that, he flicked his sword, creating a flourish before striking first. The sword moved like a dragon, stabbing straight at Ye Wuhen.

Ye Wuhen raised an eyebrow, his figure flickering as he easily dodged the fierce attack, then counterattacked swiftly.

Ye Wuhen’s movements were agile, dodging like a phantom, and he struck with a palm, the force howling, making the air tremble.

Daoist Qingxuan fought desperately, but Ye Wuhen’s power was overwhelming. After only a few moves, Qingxuan was struck in the chest, flying like a broken kite into the corner, crashing into the tables and chairs with a bang. His sword fell from his hand, and clutching his chest, he gasped for breath, unable to fight further he could only watch Ye Wuhen with eyes full of unwillingness and helplessness.

This world is truly terrifying. Even as a Golden Core cultivator, I was completely suppressed, unable to move, forced to watch as what I considered a true expert, Daoist Qingxuan, was defeated by Ye Wuhen in just a few moves.

What realm is this? Divine Transformation? Dao Comprehension?

Even more frightening, if I used my full strength, I could destroy the entire inn, yet their battle, confined to the small space of the inn, only broke a few tables and chairs. In that moment, so many thoughts flashed through my mind. My mother stood in front of me, protecting me, facing Ye Wuhen. Ye Wuhen slowly approached Zhao Lingxi. "Heh, where do you think you can run?"

Zhao Lingxi’s body trembled, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head, her expression heartbreaking. "No... don’t... please... don’t come any closer..." Her voice was choked with sobs. Suddenly, there was a ripping sound as her blue-green Daoist robe was torn, exposing her fair skin to the air.

Her chest was half-exposed, two snowy, plump breasts rising and falling with her breath. "Do you think wearing this robe makes you pure? Have you forgotten the past?" he sneered, roughly pressing Zhao Lingxi onto the table, grabbing her full breasts and kneading them wantonly.

"Mm... no... let me go..." Zhao Lingxi struggled, twisting her body to escape, but it was useless.

Her full breasts were squeezed and deformed in his hands, the tips occasionally exposed, the two small pink nipples growing even harder from the stimulation.

"See? Aren’t you enjoying it?"

Ye Wuhen mocked, his other hand reaching between her legs.

I watched as this young Daoist nun I’d just met was humiliated before my eyes. This world truly is the law of the jungle, and I felt my own weakness. But then, unexpectedly, my mother stepped in front of me, shouting, "Stop!"

Ye Wuhen said,

"Sword Immortal Lin, don’t meddle. Don’t think that just because my brother likes you, I won’t touch you."

With that, he suddenly flipped Zhao Lingxi over, lifted her robe, pulled down her underwear, exposing her round, white buttocks, and slapped them. On her buttock, I clearly saw a tattoo that read "Wen."

"Let me tell you, she’s my plaything this is a family matter, understand?"

Mother’s face flushed at the scene, but she still said, "You’re... forcing her... you’re forcing her."

Ye Wuhen let go of Zhao Lingxi, who collapsed to the floor, covering her chest with one hand, trying to pull up her underwear with the other, her body trembling, face streaked with tears her pitiful appearance was heart-wrenching.

Mother watched Ye Wuhen approach her, panic rising in her heart. As a modern woman’s soul, she couldn’t just stand by and watch Zhao Lingxi suffer, but Ye Wuhen’s display of power made her hesitant.

At that moment, inspiration flashed in Mother’s mind. She tried to recall the sword techniques I had taught her "Azure Glow," "Azure Edge"... She summoned her courage and swung her arms with all her might.

In an instant, ten white sword energies howled forth.

Ye Wuhen’s face was full of mockery; in his eyes, those ten sword energies were slow and weak, not worth his attention.

But just as he dismissed them, the ten sword energies suddenly vanished.

Immediately, blood began to seep from his white robe. His face turned pale, eyes filled with shock and disbelief, his body swaying as he barely managed to stand.

"How is this possible? I’m at the Dao Comprehension Realm how could I be wounded by a mere Nascent Soul?"

Ye Wuhen roared in disbelief, his voice trembling with anger and pain, his gaze fixed on Mother as if to see through her.

I hadn’t expected Mother to injure Ye Wuhen, but what surprised me even more was that the previously inconspicuous Old Hao now slowly stood up.

He straightened his back, and his once ordinary figure now radiated an invisible pressure.

Old Hao turned to Ye Wuhen and said calmly, "You’re interrupting my drinking."

Ye Wuhen’s heart skipped a beat; he instantly realized that it couldn’t have been Sword Immortal Lin who injured him, but this seemingly unremarkable coachman before him.

He scrutinized Old Hao, but found that the man was like a bottomless, dark spring impossible to see through. Even just meeting his gaze, Ye Wuhen felt an invisible pressure, something he’d only felt before from his second uncle.

"Who are you?" Ye Wuhen asked, suppressing his unease.

"Me? Just a good person." Old Hao’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile.

After a brief standoff, sweat beaded on Ye Wuhen’s forehead. He slowly bowed his head, his body bending as he performed a formal bow.

"Senior, I was rash. Please forgive my offense."

His voice trembled, all arrogance gone.

Truly able to bend and yield, Ye Wuhen slowly retreated. Old Hao said, "If you hit someone, you should leave something behind."

Old Hao reached out and, with a motion in the air, took the jade pendant from Ye Wuhen’s waist. Ye Wuhen was shocked, but dared not resist.

Ye Wuhen’s lips trembled, but he could only endure, saying softly,

"Senior, this jade pendant... please accept it. I only hope you’ll be merciful and forgive my rashness."

Old Hao toyed with the jade pendant, not even glancing at Ye Wuhen, just nodding slightly to indicate he could leave.

Ye Wuhen left. As his figure disappeared, the force that had bound me vanished as well. I could finally move. Only then did I realize my back was drenched in sweat, the cold sweat clinging to my clothes, a testament to the harrowing scene just now.

"Damn, this world is terrifying," I muttered under my breath.

Mother hugged the still-trembling Zhao Lingxi, then turned to me and said softly, "Go get some clothes."

"Oh, oh." I nodded quickly, hurrying to the carriage. After searching for a while, I found a suitable outfit, clutched it tightly, and rushed back to the inn to hand it to Mother.

Then I walked up to Old Hao, full of respect and gratitude, and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Senior, for your help..."

Before I could finish, Old Hao waved his hand and said,

"Don’t forget to pay for the wine."

...

That night.

After the earlier ordeal, everyone was exhausted. Mother took the frightened Zhao Lingxi to one room, while I stayed with Old Hao and the seriously injured Qingxuan Daoist in another.

Old Hao checked and said that although Qingxuan was badly hurt, his life was not in danger he just needed rest to recover.

Because the upcoming cultivator tournament was so important to all the sects, Qingxuan naturally refused to give up. Our carriage was just big enough, so he traveled with us.

On the carriage, I sat beside Old Hao not by choice, but by Mother’s arrangement.

On one hand, Qingxuan could only lie down, making space tight; on the other, since Mother realized Old Hao was a hidden master, she couldn’t let him keep acting as the coachman.

So I was sent out to learn to drive the carriage with Old Hao.

With more people, the journey was no longer so lonely; there was a bit of lively atmosphere.

Mother was no longer lonely either. Zhao Lingxi was deeply grateful for Mother’s rescue, and although Mother was known as the "World’s Number One Beautiful Sword Immortal," she was still a modern woman and didn’t care about old customs. After a few days together in the carriage, the two became as close as sisters, often laughing together and bringing warmth and joy to the long journey.

"There’s a spiritual spring not far ahead. Let’s stop there to rest the water is special and will help Qingxuan recover," Old Hao suggested.

Over these days, I learned that Daoist Qingxuan was also a Nascent Soul expert. Thinking back, he had bravely fought the Dao Comprehension realm Ye Wuhen to protect his disciple such courage and resolve was truly admirable.

Since we had time, Old Hao suggested visiting the spring so Qingxuan could heal faster.

"Can we bathe at the spring?" Mother asked hopefully.

Since leaving the sect, it had been days without a proper bath. The discomfort was growing, and her longing for a good soak was building.

"Of course," Old Hao replied. "This spring is a hot spring, good for healing, relaxing, and restoring energy a perfect place to rest."

At his words, the two women in the carriage cheered. Old Hao and I exchanged a smile women always love cleanliness.

But then I remembered something and sent a mental message to Mother, "Mom, you didn’t forget... that thing, did you?"

After all, the green jade dildo was still inside her.

"Oh, I got so excited about bathing I forgot about it."

It seemed Mother was getting used to it...

"No worries, that girl has her secrets too. Even if she finds out, it’s no big deal."

It looked like the two really had become close friends.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, Mom."

"You little rascal, what are you thinking?"

"I... I’m not thinking anything."

"Hmph, you came out of my belly. You’ve been acting strange these days."

She was right. Lately, I kept thinking of Zhao Lingxi’s pitiful, bullied look and the tattoo on her white, round buttocks. That torn robe, the exposed white skin, the pink nipples the contrast haunted my mind, even appearing in my dreams.

"Have you fallen for that Zhao girl?"

I nearly fell out of the carriage at Mother’s words. Old Hao beside me asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, just lost my balance."

I quickly replied to Mother, "No, don’t say that."

"Hmph, fine if you don’t like her. I think the girl’s nice, and the way she looks at you is interesting."

"What do you mean, interesting?"

"Silly boy, you don’t notice your own looks. You’ve changed a lot lately. You were already handsome, and now with your cultivation, you look even more refined like a little fresh meat, as they say."

Hearing Mother’s words, I couldn’t help but smile. Men like compliments just as much as women.

Old Hao sat steadily up front, flicking the reins as the carriage rolled along a secluded path.

After about half an hour, a small courtyard like a hidden paradise appeared before us.

The courtyard wasn’t large, but the two-story building inside was striking.

At the gate stood two burly men in matching uniforms, watching us warily. As we got off the carriage and approached, one of them stretched out a thick arm:

"This place isn’t open to outsiders. No loitering!"

I was about to answer, but Old Hao calmly took out a jade pendant the one he’d taken from Lin Wuhen.

The guards’ eyes were immediately drawn to the pendant. Their stern faces melted into fawning smiles, and they bowed deeply, saying:

"Forgive us, Elder, we didn’t recognize you. We deserve to die."

"Alright, take us in. We want to soak in the spring," Old Hao said flatly.

"Yes, sir."

On the way, Old Hao explained to me that this place belonged to the Longevity Sect. "Only the elite or those who’ve made great contributions can use this spring."

"So Lin Wuhen is from the Longevity Sect?"

No wonder he was so powerful. "He’s the second son of the sect master," Old Hao replied.

Then... why are we coming here? Wait that day, Lin Wuhen said his elder brother liked my mother. His elder brother is the sect master’s first son?

Hearing this was Longevity Sect property, Zhao Lingxi grew nervous, clinging to Mother’s arm.

Her face turned pale, eyes full of unease and fear.

Mother gently patted her back, whispering, "Don’t be afraid, Old Hao is here."

Led by the attendant, we entered the courtyard, passed through the building, and followed a winding corridor.

The wooden floor creaked softly underfoot, blending with the tranquil atmosphere.

Passing through a moon gate, the view opened up to an open-air hot spring. Steam rose from the water, sparkling in the sunlight, and the stones around the pool were polished smooth.

The attendant bowed to Old Hao: "Elder, the men’s spring is this way; the ladies may follow us to the women’s area."

A maid led Zhao Lingxi and Mother toward the spring behind a screen of flowers.

Zhao Lingxi looked back anxiously, clutching Mother’s sleeve.

Old Hao reassured her, "Don’t worry, this place is safe. No one else can get in. Enjoy the spring’s nourishment."

The air was filled with warm steam and a faint medicinal scent. Old Hao explained:

"That’s the Longevity Sect’s special hot spring formula. It’s said to strengthen the body and clear the meridians."

The three of us slowly undressed and entered the warm spring. The water enveloped us instantly, like gentle hands soothing every inch of tired skin.

"Here, you absorb spiritual energy faster than outside. Try irrigating your core again," Old Hao said through the mist.

I sat in the spring as instructed, closed my eyes, and began my practice.

Immediately, the spiritual energy around me surged in, streaming through my pores.

I don’t know how long it took, but eventually I felt "full" again.

I looked inward at my core, now like a child. I reached out and merged with it. As my spiritual power drained, the core visibly grew. Just as its growth slowed and I thought the process was ending, a surge of powerful energy appeared.

It was the green energy from the ring what was happening?

All my focus was on controlling my consciousness and the core, unable to attend to anything else.

But the green energy surged in like a river, continuously pouring in.

The "child" core in my body grew like a balloon under the energy, until it became just like me now. Then it opened its eyes and smiled at me. The suddenness startled me at first.

But then, a wonderful feeling rose in my heart, as if an invisible bridge had formed between us, a strange connection of "he is me, I am him."

The core had gained a spirit this was the Spirit Embodiment Realm.

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