Since accidentally stumbling upon the secret rendezvous of two individuals in the field that day, Wang Laowu has been discreetly observing the men and women around him and has discovered quite a few secrets among them.
Old Zhu, who lives on the west side of town, always makes a trip to the east side every Friday. He tells his wife that he's going there to stock up on goods for the shop, but in reality, he's meeting his mistress in secret. What's jaw-dropping is that this mistress is also a married woman whose husband is frequently away. Due to her insatiable desires, she has no choice but to surrender herself to Old Zhu, and they have agreed to vent their frustrations at her home every Friday.
In addition to this, the rough men who work the fields alongside Wang Laowu are not as respectable as they seem. They often exchange suggestive glances and signals with a few young women, and who knows, one day their conversations might lead them into the bedroom.
However, among these people, there are none like the couple Wang Laowu saw that day. The moonlight was dim at the time, and he could barely make out their bodies. Their faces were obscured, as if veiled and impossible to see clearly. Furthermore, Wang Laowu was already feeling guilty and dared not approach to get a clear view of their faces.
But the woman's figure was truly graceful and charming—her ample bosom, slender waist that could be held with one hand, plump and creamy buttocks, long and tender thighs...
Tsk tsk tsk, Wang Laowu couldn't help but praise the scene he witnessed in his mind.
Several days have passed since he peeped at the amorous scene of others, but whenever he recalls that day, Wang Laowu can't help but feel a surge of desire. He always needs to satisfy himself in secret a few times to find relief.
Strangely enough, when his wife was still alive during his younger years, his sexual desires weren't as intense. Even the object between his legs wasn't as large as it is now. But at this age, he feels more vigorous and energetic than ever before. Modesty aside, if his wife were still alive today, they would definitely be revelling in pleasure every night. Perhaps his wife would be unable to get out of bed every morning due to his ravishing.
"Hehehe."
Wang Laowu chuckled quietly, and as he indulged his fantasies, the thing between his legs began to react. It grew into a tent the size of a fist, straining against the coarse fabric of his pants.
He quickly suppressed this unnamed lust and slightly bent his standing body to disguise the embarrassing bulge. If anyone passing by saw it in broad daylight, who knows what the gossiping women would say behind his back?
Having finally subdued the restlessness in his heart, Wang Laowu straightened his back and continued walking towards the field.
Day after day, year after year, through the seasons and cycles of sowing and harvesting, he has been leading a monotonous and routine life ever since his son, Wang Ye, began cultivating heavenlyity. He has been content with tending his own plot of land, and life has remained unchanged—rule-abiding yet dreary.
When Wang Ye left, he did propose taking Wang Laowu with him to the Heavenly Master's Sect. But Wang Laowu still had his ancestral home and this plot of land on his mind. If even he were to leave, the heirlooms left behind by his ancestors would truly go to waste.
Besides, what qualifications does an ordinary mortal like him have to go to the Heavenly Master's Sect, where powerful cultivators are abundant? It would be a joke. Not only would he lose face, but Wang Ye would also face ridicule and exclusion from others.
Considering all these factors, Wang Laowu had to decline Wang Ye's kind offer and stay in Jinling City, guarding the ancestral home and the land.
Thinking of his son, Wang Ye, a rare smile appeared on his face. Although he himself has no extraordinary abilities, his son is truly exceptional!
But he wonders how Wang Ye is doing out there...
"Boom!"
Just as he worried about his son's travels, a loud noise came from a distance of several meters ahead. It seemed like something had fallen from the sky, followed by a cloud of dust. Even Wang Laowu, who was far away, was affected. The choking dust invaded his nostrils, and he couldn't help but sneeze several times. Thick and disgusting mucus was expelled from his nose, hanging like two caterpillars from his nostrils.
"What the hell is this?!"
He cursed loudly, spitting out the phlegm mixed with dust onto the ground. Grumbling, he walked towards the direction where the noise came from.
At first glance, it didn't seem too alarming. But as soon as he took a closer look, he was shocked! There was a huge crater about two meters deep right in front of him!
As he approached, the surface of the ground churned with waves of air, and the cracks became more evident, extending densely towards the center of the depression.
Covered in dust from head to toe, Wang Laowu, dressed in coarse linen clothes, looked even more dishevelled. Especially his two muddy but shining triangular eyes, they were extremely lecherous.
He cautiously walked toward the depression, hunching his body, resembling a clumsy monkey with impaired limbs.
The dust in the air completely obstructed Wang Laowu's line of sight as he peered inside. He rubbed his eyes, wiping away the accumulated eye discharge on his sleeve. He struggled to widen his eyes, and in the blurry centre of the depression, he vaguely saw two white figures.
Fortunately, not long after, a gust of wind blew, dispersing the dust. Finally, he was able to see the scene clearly.
The two white figures were unmistakably two people!
In the centre of the depression, two motionless figures lay in the shape of the character "大" embedded in the soil, their backs facing up, their faces obscured. Clad in dishevelled white garments, covered in dust and horrifying bloodstains, fresh blood trickled from their wounds, staining the ground beneath them a vivid crimson.
Wang Laowu, who had lived his whole life in the small city of Jinling, had never witnessed such a terrifying scene. He immediately took three steps back in fear, only to accidentally step on his own foot and plop down onto the ground.
Pressing his trembling legs firmly, Wang Laowu's triangular eyes filled with a mix of astonishment, confusion, and curiosity. He swallowed, throat bobbing, and forced down the unease in his heart.
"This... This is clearly something only cultivators could create!"
How could ordinary people like him descend from the sky and create such a massive pit in the ground? Moreover, judging by their appearance, it was evident that they had been through a great battle and were severely injured.
An heavenly... Immortals?!
This was definitely not a presence he could provoke!
While these heavenlys remained unconscious, Wang Laowu planned to slip away quietly. But just as he was about to flee, he halted his steps, his triangular eyes darting around, as a few thoughts emerged in his mind.
Since they were heavenlys, they must be carrying valuable things, right?
With greed overpowering his fear, he turned back and stealthily approached the two heavenlys.
As he drew closer, a faint mixture of fragrance and a hint of blood wafted into his nostrils, not overpowering but enough to make his heart skip a beat.
Instinctively, he focused his gaze on the nearest heavenly.
Her lithe figure was enveloped in loose clothing, allowing a glimpse of her graceful silhouette.
Surprisingly, it was a female heavenly cultivator!
It should be noted that in the Mysterious Continent, male cultivators were generally dominant, and female cultivators were rare. The reasons behind this were complex, but in simple terms, it was because the threshold for female cultivation was much higher than that for males, and various cultivation methods favoured males.
In short, the path of cultivation for female practitioners was much more arduous than that for males. They had to put in several times the effort, and if they didn't find a suitable cultivation method, their efforts would likely be in vain.
Wang Laowu took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and turned the female heavenly's body around.
The moment he saw her face, his breath caught, and all the scenery in the world disappeared, leaving only the woman before him.
Beautiful!
Heart-stopping beauty!
Her rosy face resembled an opening lotus, her fair skin as smooth as jade.
Though the woman's breath was faint and disordered, she exuded an ethereal aura, like a sacred and proud ice phoenix, unapproachable. She seemed like a heavenly goddess, looking down upon the mortal realm, causing one to feel unworthy and hesitant to defile her purity.
A touch of dust marred her captivating cheeks, but it couldn't conceal her inherent flawlessness. With slightly arched eyebrows, she possessed both the tenderness of a woman and a hint of elegance. Her eyes were closed, framed by long and dense lashes that resembled two small fans hanging upside down. Her nose was slightly straight, with a delicate curve at the tip, perfectly balanced between sharpness and softness. Her lips were untinted but alluring, delicate and ready to drip with sweetness.
The indescribable beauty of this woman is beyond comparison, as if she possesses the grace of all creatures in heaven and earth. Her presence is simply extraordinary and rarely seen in this world.
Even in a state of unconsciousness, her beauty is astonishingly breathtaking. One can hardly imagine the expression in her mesmerizing eyes, shining like a galaxy, with ripples of emerald waves. The only flaw is her slightly furrowed untamed eyebrows, seemingly tempting one to gently smooth them with a touch.
The poor Wang Laowu, lacking in eloquence, is unable to describe the overwhelming beauty he witnesses. A line of poetry suddenly flashes through his mind, which he happened to hear while passing by a private school.
What nearly makes him have a nosebleed is that the woman's garments are torn, barely covering her body. A glimpse of tender white skin appears before his eyes, with faintly discernible curves and inviting contours, accompanied by subtle, rhythmic breathing. It tempts one to approach and embrace its enticing allure.
Wang Laowu is fixated on the woman's mesmerizing bosom, his face flushed, panting heavily. A monumental bulge rises beneath his waist, of astounding proportions. He is still immersed in the impact that the woman's beauty has on him, completely oblivious to the faint signs of consciousness from another unconscious person nearby. Unnoticeable movement in their fingers causes clumps of dirt on their clothes to fall silently.
"Father... Is it... you... Father..."
A faint voice reaches his ears, and Wang Laowu suddenly awakens as if struck by lightning.
'This voice...'
It has been five years, and throughout those years, he has constantly yearned for his son, Wang Ye. The innocent and inexperienced face, the pretense of maturity and strength—every moment of their past father-son interactions has been deeply etched in his heart, never forgotten.
He yearns for the familiar voice to echo outside his door once again, for the familiar presence to return to his side. But such longing can only be fulfilled in dreams, and upon waking, he is left to face an empty and desolate house all alone.
Countless days and nights, he wakes up with a smile from a dream, only to cry and fall back asleep.
What is even more cruel is that due to the long separation, even his son Wang Ye's facial features gradually blur in his dreams. His figure gradually drifts away, and Wang Laowu staggers forward, struggling to touch even the slightest trace.
Now, the voice that he can only hear in his dreams suddenly resounds beside him. Wang Laowu's tears flow uncontrollably, but he dare not turn his head.
He is afraid, afraid that the voice is merely an illusion, that everything will dissipate like a mirage. Yet, he also hopes, hopes that the owner of the voice is truly his long-awaited son.
"Father... It's me, Xiaoye..."
The voice resounds clearly once more, and mechanically, Wang Laowu turns his head.
Dishevelled black hair falls over the shoulders, a face as sharp and handsome as a carved masterpiece, now stained with dirt. Only a pair of shining eyes glisten with tears as they meet Wang Laowu's eyes.
In a daze, Wang Laowu sees the image of his dreamy Xiaoye. The mist enveloping Xiaoye's face suddenly dissipates, blending with the face of the man before him.
"Xiao... Xiaoye, is it really you?"
As Wang Laowu gazes upon a face that bears resemblance to his memory of Xiaoye, he becomes choked with emotion, tears and mucus flowing uncontrollably. He rushes toward Wang Ye, wailing loudly.
"Father... It's me... Your unfilial son... Only now... have I come to see your old self..."
Moved by Wang Laowu's emotions, Wang Ye's voice trembles, his throat constricting as he struggles to utter a complete sentence.
"Oh, my foolish son!"
Wang Laowu couldn't control his emotions anymore. He directly threw himself onto Wang Ye and burst into loud sobs. Unaware of the sticky mucus from his nose and the tears that smeared onto his son's clothes.
"Sob..."
In his heavily wounded state, Wang Ye couldn't withstand the full force of Wang Laowu's pounce. A tearing pain surged from his injury, causing him to gasp for breath, and his eyebrows knitted tightly together.
"Son, how are you, my son?"
Seeing Wang Ye's painful expression, Wang Laowu sprang up from him like a spring, not daring to touch even the corner of his clothes. He could only gaze at Wang Ye with a concerned look.
It was his fault. Overwhelmed by the joy of reunion, he had forgotten that his son was gravely injured and couldn't handle any agitation.
Wang Ye pursed his lips, suppressing the pain from his injury with his internal heavenly energy. He mustered a forced smile and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
"Hang in there a little longer, Xiao Ye. Dad will take you to see a doctor, and once you take the medicine, you'll be fine."
Even though Wang Laowu was not the brightest, he could tell that his son was pretending to be relaxed. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. In his desperation, he remembered the scenes when Wang Ye was a child and sick. Back then, he would patiently coax Wang Ye to see a doctor, just as he needed to do now.
As soon as the words fell, he cursed himself for being a fool. Wang Ye was no longer an ordinary person, and regular doctors couldn't treat him.
"Dad, don't worry for now. It's just a superficial injury. After I use my heavenly techniques to heal for a while, it will be as good as new. The immediate concern is finding a place for me and Qingyi to stay."
Wang Ye saw his father's worried expression, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
"Yes, yes, yes! Look at me, my brain. Dad will take you home, take you home!" Wang Laowu smacked his bald head abruptly, as if he had suddenly realized something important.
"Oh, Qingyi..."
Sensing the key words, Wang Laowu roughly understood that Qingyi referred to the ethereal woman-like figure.
Before Wang Laowu could finish his sentence, Wang Ye proudly and smugly said, "Dad, Qingyi is your daughter-in-law!"
Boom!
Wang Laowu felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind, leaving him in a dazed state.
'H-How is that possible?! The ethereal beauty is my daughter-in-law!'
His mouth formed an 'O' shape, wide enough to swallow a duck egg. He stared at Wang Ye in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
Seeing his father's expression, Wang Ye couldn't help but straighten his back even more, radiating an air of self-satisfaction. If he had wings at that moment, he would have flown out of the Mysterious Continent and proclaimed to the world that Chu Qingyi was his woman!
He had always been proud to marry Chu Qingyi, a woman unparalleled in the world. Even now, he felt that the surprise had come too quickly, almost like a dream.
To save time, while both father and son supported Chu Qingyi on their way back home, Wang Ye patiently explained his experiences from the past five years to Wang Laowu, giving him a general understanding.
Back then, the expert from the Heavenly Master's Sect, Wang Ye's current master, Chu Xiong, not only held a high position in the Heavenly Master's Sect and possessed great authority but also treated Wang Ye with all his might. He imparted all his lifelong knowledge to him and nourished him with countless spiritual treasures and rare treasures. As a result, Wang Ye progressed rapidly, leaping from the early stage of the Innate Qi Training Realm (1st Realm) to the early stage of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak (5th Ralm) in just five years.
He had crossed four major realms!
It must be noted that the path of cultivating heavenlyity was extremely arduous. Crossing a single small realm was enough to make all cultivators rack their brains, even resorting to any means necessary to find and purchase spiritual treasures. As for major realms, it was rare to achieve a promotion within three to five years, and accomplishing it within two years was considered a genius. However, Wang Ye's progress of four major realms in five years was nothing short of monstrous.
A rising star always attracted attention, and Wang Ye was no exception. He had made a name for himself in the Heavenly Master's Sect's biennial competition for new disciples, advancing to the finals as a dark horse and ultimately winning the championship. He successfully gained the favour of the elders of the Heavenly Master's Sect, who regarded him as a key disciple to be nurtured.
What made people even more envious and jealous was that Chu Qingyi, who had always been aloof and indifferent to worldly affairs, the daughter of the current Heavenly Master's Sect's Master, Chu Tiannan, fell in love with Wang Ye at first sight during the battle. Afterward, under the matchmaking of Chu Tiannan and Chu Xiong, they quickly came together.
Two naive young boys and girls, attracted by each other's hormones, were inseparable like glue.
Chu Qingyi grew up surrounded by a halo since childhood. Not only was she the wealthy daughter of the Sect's master, but her cultivation talent was also rarely seen in a century. During the enlightenment stage of cultivation, she resonated with the Hongmeng Sword, the town's treasure of the Heavenly Master's Sect. Under the careful cultivation of the sect's master, she rapidly progressed in cultivating the "Path of Forgotten Emotions" and became the foremost among the younger generation of the Heavenly Master's Sect, revered by everyone in the sect as Fairy Qingyi.
However, Chu Tiannan, who always treated Chu Qingyi as a precious gem, faced a dilemma. This girl had always been indifferent and rarely showed her emotions in front of others. Even if she was bullied, she would bear it silently. Many times, he would doubt whether Qingyi had any human desires and emotions, otherwise, as her father, how could he not fathom her true thoughts?
To make matters worse, since she cultivated the "Path of Forgotten Emotions," her temperament became even more aloof. She emitted an icy aura that kept others at bay. She spent most of her time alone, and even Chu Tiannan as her father could only occasionally engage in conversation with her.
Just when Chu Tiannan was worried about his daughter's temperament, Wang Ye appeared.
Although Wang Ye had an ordinary background, he seemed to be from a small city in the northern continent where the Second Elder, Chu Xiong, passed by. Impressed by his talent, Chu Xiong brought him back to the Heavenly Master's Sect. Fortunately, Wang Ye possessed formidable strength and outstanding potential. Moreover, Qingyi was unexpectedly infatuated with him at first sight!
On ordinary days, Qingyi still maintained her ethereal and cold demeanour, treating everyone with indifference. However, she never refused Wang Ye's approaches and would even take the initiative to speak with him.
All of this was observed by Chu Tiannan, and when he realized his daughter's intentions, his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He struggled to contain the leakage of heavenly aura within him! His previously ignorant fatherly love suddenly awakened in him!
This made the old father so excited that tears almost welled up in his eyes. He immediately summoned Chu Xiong, the Second Elder. The two important figures, seen as unattainable and untouchable by the outside world, enthusiastically discussed the matters concerning the younger generation.
They even planned the number of children and their names!
The emotional journey between Chu Qingyi and Wang Ye unfolded exactly as the two elders expected. They grew to know and love each other and eventually got married.
However, when it came to the matter of having children, they had their own plans.
"The Path of Forgotten Emotions" demanded high requirements from cultivators. It required both exceptional talent and understanding to delve into its mysteries. Furthermore, the most crucial and rarest aspect was that the cultivator had to possess an untouched body, in case of female, their virginity.
Only with a pure and flawless virgin body, combined with the "Path of Forgotten Emotions," could the efficiency of cultivation be greatly enhanced.
Moreover, since Chu Qingyi focused primarily on sword cultivation, she needed to possess unique comprehension and pure heavenly aura. Therefore, even after marriage, she had not yet consummated her relationship with Wang Ye and still remained a virgin.
The vigorous young Wang Ye was a bit depressed upon hearing the news, but facing Chu Qingyi, who was like a fairy, he felt that such a woman should only exist in heaven, and was rarely seen on earth. Let alone the fact that Qingyi could become his wife, so he agreed to all her conditions.
Chu Qingyi thought that Wang Ye would be angered into shame, but to her surprise, he just hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement, completely respecting her thoughts.
This stirred up waves in the heart of the usually proud Chu Qingyi, and the two agreed that they could share a room when they reached the Realm of Auspicious Transformation and Spiritual Silence (7th Realm).