"In March, the mountains are adorned with red peach blossoms. Where are you going, my sister? With your slender waist and ample hips, my soul follows your every move. Sister, give a little twist in front of your brother, and let us hold hands and rejoice together."
A melodious and powerful singing voice reverberated through the vast fields, carrying suggestive lyrics that caught the ears of the hardworking individuals. However, they had grown accustomed to such scenes, wiping the sweat off their foreheads and continuing their labour.
The owner of the voice, Old Wang, smiled sullenly when no one paid him any mind. He swiftly shifted his attention, and with a touch of insolence, whistled at a passing woman. His weathered mouth, with cracked lips and a mouthful of uneven, dirt-stained yellow teeth, emitted an unpleasant odour that could be detected from several meters away.
The woman cast a disdainful glance at him, quickened her pace, and walked away, wanting nothing to do with him. With no one left to tease, Old Wang had no choice but to give up and resume his farming work, firmly grasping his hoe.
Ah, if only his wife hadn't departed early, leaving him lonely and desolate. He wouldn't need to spend his days composing these bitter love songs to alleviate his melancholy.
Old Wang swung his hoe forcefully, as if attempting to release all his discontent onto the soil in front of him.
"Look! It's a cultivator! Quickly, look!"
A cry of astonishment rang out in the fields, disrupting the rhythm of the toiling crowd. Heads that were previously bowed down simultaneously lifted, gazing upward.
Several figures, dressed in flowing white robes, exuded an extraordinary presence as they soared on their cultivation tools. Their solemn and dignified countenances, cool gazes fixed straight ahead, and their hands forming intricate hand seals before their chests. The cultivation tools beneath their feet emitted a faint hum, their surfaces covered in inscriptions that glowed faintly, radiating an otherworldly aura.
Old Wang and the others stared at the cultivators, their eyes filled with fascination. The cultivators seemed to emanate a mysterious and inscrutable mist, beckoning them to explore, yet they realized that no matter what, they couldn't approach even an inch closer.
Once the figures of the cultivators transformed into tiny black dots in the distance, the people in the fields snapped out of their reverie.
"A genuine cultivator! Just a glimpse brings a sense of purity and vigour, dispelling all weariness!"
"Yes, if only I could become a cultivator, the maidens at Cui Xian Tower would all kneel at my feet!"
"Well, your appearance isn't much to boast about, but your dreams are grand! If being a cultivator is so wonderful, why do we struggle to eke out a living on this land?"
"Indeed, the maidens at Cui Xian Tower, each more enchanting than the last! Just think of the supple waist and fair thighs of Little Hong... Ah, it's hard to resist!"
The unexpected presence of the cultivators caused these labouring men to forget about their unfinished farming tasks. They congregated in lively groups, passionately discussing the topic at hand.
Old Wang disdainfully glanced at the others, silently noting their lack of understanding. 'Mere cultivators, yet these country folk. My son is far superior to those flying around on their cultivation tools!'
Leaning on his hoe, Wang Laowu looked up at the scorching sun, its intense light forcing him to quickly lower his head. It was nearing noon, so Wang Laowu decided to throw down his hoe and sat under a nearby tree. He used his straw hat to fan himself.
Sparse strands of hair hung lifelessly from his head. Sweat trickled down his forehead, carrying specks of dirt from the creases of his face. His narrow, murky triangular eyes looked dull and lifeless. His loose facial skin seemed to barely cover his bones, appearing shrivelled and depleted. As he panted heavily, his mouth opened, revealing crooked yellow teeth stained with various dirt, including green vegetable leaves, red chili flakes, and remnants of meat that had accumulated for days...
Although Wang Laowu was only sixty-five, he had a sturdy physique that surpassed ordinary people. Under his dark skin, muscular power emanated from his body, a result of years of labour in the fields.
After sitting for a while, Wang Laowu felt the discomfort of the soil beneath him. He shifted his body but still couldn't find a comfortable position. Eventually, he lay down under the tree, covering his face with the straw hat, preparing to take a short nap.
Within a dozen breaths, a deafening snore erupted. Wang Laowu's emaciated belly rose and fell with each breath.
In a daze, he seemed to enter a dream.
"Father! I'm back!"
Amidst the joy and excitement, a voice sounded from outside the door. Wang Laowu's withered hand visibly trembled, wiping away tears and snot, and he rushed stumblingly toward the door.
"Xiaoye, it's really you, my good son!" Wang Laowu's tears flowed uncontrollably as he stared at his long-awaited son, his already repulsive face contorted further, repelling anyone who saw it.
In stark contrast to Wang Laowu, his son Wang Ye stood tall and imposing, exuding natural grace and elegance as he walked. His smooth and fair face revealed sharply defined features, emanating a sense of heroism. His exceptionally handsome features would earn praise from anyone who saw him.
"Dad, don't get too excited. Look who I've brought with me." Wang Ye's eyes twinkled with a smile as he reached out and wiped away the tears from Wang Laowu's face, motioning for him to look behind.
With tears in his choked-up eyes, Wang Laowu stared in a daze as a figure emerged from the mist, dressed in white like a snowflake, gracefully approaching him, seemingly untainted by the world, like a Heavenly being. Her light and elegant steps evoked a flurry of imagination.
Slim waist like a willow, two plump mounds seemingly on the verge of bursting, a fleeting glimpse of whiteness at the neckline, combined with the woman's graceful steps, stirred Wang Laowu's senses.
Snap!
Just as he desperately tried to open his eyes wide to get a clear look at the woman's face, a resounding slap landed on him, abruptly waking him from his dream.
Interrupted from his blissful dream, Wang Laowu became furious, his old face turning red as he wanted to see who had the audacity to disturb his sleep.
"What's this? Are you blaming me for interrupting your nap?" The person who delivered the slap looked down on Wang Laowu with contempt.
"Oh, if it isn't Chief Constable Wang, the renowned hunter. What brings you here?" Wang Laowu recognized the person as Wang Yong, a well-known constable in the area. Suddenly, he lost all his momentum, his deflated demeanour quickly turning obsequious.
Naturally, he couldn't afford to confront Wang Yong directly. It was safe to say that even with all his strength, he wouldn't be able to survive such an encounter.
This Wang Yong was originally a rough man who made a living in the city by slaughtering and selling pigs. However, after single-handedly solving a local problem caused by a demonic tiger, he was recruited by the constabulary house and became one of them. With his brute strength, he intimidated other members of the constabulary and quickly rose through the ranks to become the chief constable, overseeing hundreds of subordinates.
Now, a commoner like Wang Laowu was well aware of Wang Yong's reputation. If not for his son's promising future, he wouldn't have bothered to make this trip no matter how much money was involved.
"Chief Constable, you know I, Wang Laowu, am just a humble peasant. I've always followed the rules, tending the fields. Even if you gave me ten thousand courage, I wouldn't dare to do anything illegal!" Wang Laowu finally snapped back to reality. Wherever there was a case, Wang Yong would be present. He suspected that something major had happened for Wang Yong to come alone.
"Don't be scared! Don't worry, I'm not here to arrest you. I just came to deliver a message." The foul stench emanating from Wang Laowu reached Wang Yong's nostrils, causing him to hold his breath and step back a few meters, where he stood.
"Oh? What good news?" Wang Laowu's eyes sparkled at the mention of a benefit. He scratched his hair, filled with black mud, and the scattered dandruff danced in the air.
Observing his dishevelled appearance, Wang Yong felt even more repulsed. If not for Wang Laowu's son having great potential, he wouldn't have bothered with this visit, no matter how much money was involved!
"I heard that your son, Wang Ye, has been accepted as a disciple by the Heavenly Master's Sect. This is a rare good thing for our city of Jinling, so I was specially sent to deliver a reward to you."
"A reward? What kind of reward?" Wang Laowu's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Eagerly, he leaned closer to Wang Yong, a pleading expression on his face.
"Don't rush. You'll find out when you get back." Seeing Wang Laowu inching closer, his mouth full of yellow-stained teeth emitting a foul odour, Wang Yong held his breath and, after leaving a few words, hastily ran away.
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After the person left, Old Wang chuckled to himself, then plopped down under the big tree.
Recalling the scene from his dream, the graceful and charming woman swayed her figure, exuding a captivating allure in every move. Old Wang felt a restless heat surging through his body, as an evil fire rose from his lower abdomen. Suddenly, an overwhelming desire caused his member to rise, hard and erect, as if it would pierce through his pants.
Although Old Wang was already in his sixties, his member was unusually large, surpassing even that of a young man in his prime.
With sneaky eyes, he glanced around to ensure there was no one nearby, then crudely slipped his rough right hand into his pants.
Grasping the scorching giant shaft, Old Wang emitted a satisfied moan. In the many years since his wife's passing, he had to find his own way to relieve his desires and find a semblance of satisfaction.
He was panting heavily, his right hand moving up and down in his crotch. The image of the woman he had just seen popped into his mind, and when he felt unsatisfied, a pornographic image automatically played out in his mind.
"Oh, Xiao Cui... Ah, Xiao Cui~"
Wang Laowu squinted his eyes, fantasizing about a scene where he had once intimately entwined with Xiao Cui, a woman from the Cui Xian Building (brothel). He imagined holding onto Xiao Cui's plump, snow-white buttocks, passionately engaging in sexual acts with her. Xiao Cui's moans grew louder and more intoxicating, sending shivers down his spine, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.
Under Wang Laowu's self-indulgent stimulation, his manhood grew even larger. Without hesitation, he pulled it out completely, exposing it to the air. His substantial member stood tall, reaching an impressive twenty-four to twenty-five centimetres. The shiny purple head glistened, releasing a small amount of translucent fluid. The entire shaft appeared dark purple, rigid and erect. With Wang Laowu's frenzied thrusts, veins wrapped around the colossal rod, resembling a unsheathed sword pointing towards the heavens.
"Ah~ Xiao Cui~ You're so tight~ I'm going to climax, I'm going to cum!"
In Wang Laowu's mind, there existed only him and Xiao Cui indulging in pleasure. His dark and rough hands firmly grasped Xiao Cui's perky and tender breasts, freely shaping them into various forms. His colossal member forcefully penetrated Xiao Cui's pink passage, causing their bodily fluids to intermingle, drenching the bedsheets beneath her. Xiao Cui's lovely face flushed, her eyes filled with waves of desire, her expression intoxicating as she moaned passionately.
His hand movements quickened, and his member swelled to the point of bursting. After an extremely intense moan of ecstasy, the head of his member ejaculated a gushing stream of pure white fluid, leaving a perfect arc in the air, shooting several meters away.
Wang Laowu remained immersed in the afterglow, his mouth gasping for air as it hung slightly open, a few repulsive droplets of saliva forming at the corner.
Gradually, his colossal member grew limp, returning to its normal state.
Alas, what a waste of his iron rod! If only there were a woman by his side. He would surely make her experience heavenly pleasure until she reached climax!
Wang Laowu sighed, tenderly stroking his groin area and carefully tucking it back into his pants.
But what a strange dream. Xiao Ye has been away cultivating for many years, so how could he suddenly return, let alone with a beautiful woman?
He shook his head, dismissing the jumbled thoughts from his mind.
Although Wang Laowu was not a talented individual, he had spent his entire life struggling to make a living in Jinling City. In his youth, he worked odd jobs in the city, often labouring at the docks or assisting wealthy individuals. As he grew older, he could only rely on the ancestral one and a third acres of land, living off the land and relying on the whims of the heavens for sustainability.
Fortunately, fate smiled upon Wang Laowu when his son, Wang Ye, displayed exceptional talent in cultivation. As an adult, Wang Ye exhibited extraordinary abilities that surpassed his peers in Jinling City. Through a fortuitous encounter, he was taken in as a disciple by a high-ranking member of the Heavenly Masters' Sect and embarked on a journey to their distant sect, located thousands of miles away, to pursue his cultivation training. It has been five years since he left, and there has been no news from him since.
In this mysterious continent, there are scattered various sects of immortal cultivation. Among them, the most profound and stable ones are the Heavenly Masters' Sect, the Xuanji Pavilion, and the Baihua Gate. Outsiders have no way of knowing their origins and foundations, but they have heard of them since generations.
In addition, there is the royal family of the Holy Sky City, which, although not as mysterious as the three major sects, undoubtedly holds the political, economic, military, and cultural lifelines of the entire continent. Each emperor of the Holy Sky dynasty was selected through rigorous tests and must possess both virtue and talent, as well as wisdom and bravery. They care about the worries of the world, and before enjoying their own happiness, they prioritize the well-being of the world. Every emperor can be called a wise ruler.
This has led to the deep affection and support of the people towards the royal family of the Holy Sky, making their position unshakable. Even the people from the three major sects show them deference.
Speaking of the mysterious continent, it is named "mysterious" because it is full of extraordinary phenomena and abundant opportunities. It is not surprising to see examples of people accidentally falling off cliffs and finding treasures, transforming from a nobody to an extraordinary person. It is not uncommon for someone to stumble upon a cave and receive guidance from a deceased master.
As the saying goes, as long as your luck is extraordinary, good fortune might fall upon you one day, and you can transform from a commoner to a phoenix.
With so many rumours, some people have developed the idea of seeking shortcuts and have abandoned the path of cultivation. They either wait by the cliffs for unexpected encounters or venture into deserts where few have tread to seek true teachings. Some others idle away their days fantasizing about windfalls from the sky.
This has led to a ridiculous scene where one might come across some people clenching their teeth, closing their eyes, and jumping off a cliff. However, only two outcomes await them: either they end up with severe injuries or become a pile of mud at the bottom of the cliff.
Good fortune never comes to anyone for no reason. Only those with extraordinary talent who work hard and make adequate preparations can seize it tightly.
Fortunately, the atmosphere of cultivation in the mysterious continent is intense. Some young people with exceptional talents have shown their abilities at a young age and have been chosen by major sects, embarking on the path of cultivation.
Speaking of cultivation, it is extremely complex. It is divided into two categories: Immortal Law and Divine Souls. Immortal Law include swordsmanship, formations, artifact refinement, alchemy, body cultivation, and beast summoning, each with its unique methods and characteristics.
Swordsmanship mainly involves the practice of the sword, establishing a connection between the practitioner's consciousness and the Immortal Sword, allowing the sword to move with the wielder's heart. When the heart moves, the sword emerges. Those who reach perfection in this practice can even transform themselves into swords, merging their being with the sword into one, greatly increasing their power.
What Wang Laowu and others had witnessed before, the flying sword technique, was only an entry-level Immortal Law.
Formations are as their name suggests. Cultivators invest their energy in the research and creation of formation arrays, and each formation array can unleash unexpected attacks. However, formations also vary in quality. The lowest-level formations only last for a few moments and have limited attack power, while high-level formations can trigger heavenly thunder and cause mountains and seas to roar. One formation array is enough to overturn a city or a pond.
As for artifact refinement, alchemy, body cultivation, and beast summoning, they respectively use immortal artifacts, spirit pills, physical bodies, and auxiliary spirit beasts as the carriers for cultivation.
No matter the cultivation method, they all have different levels of strength and power. According to the cultivator's strength, they are divided into nine major realms: Innate Qi Training, Yellow Court Foundation Building, Qi Gathering and Elemental Nurturing, Immortal Qi Towards Origin, Three Flowers Gathering Peak, Yin Yang Convergence, Auspicious Transformation and Spiritual Silence, Law of Nature and Dao, and Feathered Ascension. Each major realm is further divided into early, middle, and late stages.
Breaking through each minor realm requires countless efforts from cultivators. They must absorb the essence and eliminate the impurities of the immortal Qi, condense it in their sea of consciousness, and refine it through countless cycles before achieving purity. Only then is it possible to break through the bottleneck and enter a new realm.