Transcendence, Temptation, and Transformation: The Sword Immortal Mother's Awakening
My mother and I unexpectedly transmigrated, arriving in a completely unfamiliar otherworld.
This is a world of cultivation with practitioners, and the sect I belong to is the Azure Sword Sect, a sect that focuses on sword cultivation.
However, the Azure Sword Sect is currently facing a difficult situation of lacking successors. The reason is that this body's father failed when attempting to break through to the Ascension Realm over ten years ago. In the eyes of many cultivators, failing to ascend means losing the "Dao," making it extremely difficult to achieve ascension in the future. As a result, the sect has gradually declined, with fewer and fewer members.
Currently, the sect leader of the Azure Sword Sect is my mother, Lin Yuxin. In the cultivation world where male practitioners are numerous, female practitioners are already rare. However, my mother, with her incomparably resolute character and profound, powerful sword intent, has become one of the few female powerhouses in this world.
Her breathtakingly beautiful appearance and formidable strength have earned her the praise of "The World's Number One Beautiful Sword Immortal" in the cultivation world.
In the original host's memories, ever since father's failed ascension, mother's personality became extremely cold and distant, even toward her own son, showing extreme indifference.
When I transmigrated and merged with this body, I could deeply feel the original host's intense longing for maternal love. Fortunately, my mother transmigrated with me, so I don't have to face an ice-cold mother like the original host did every day.
Speaking of my transmigration process, it was truly bizarre. At that time, I was in a cluttered, shabby second-hand market when I discovered a green ring from an old man.
The ring was a deep, enchanting dark green color. In my eyes, it was an undervalued treasure, so I didn't hesitate to spend a few hundred yuan to buy it.
Afterward, I returned home full of joy. That night, when I showed it to my mother, the green ring suddenly emitted a glowing green light. Then everything went black before my eyes, and when I regained consciousness, I was already in this otherworld.
Sigh, at this moment, my heart is full of helplessness and confusion.
In the morning, my two senior brothers and I prepared to cultivate at the training ground. The sect's morning practice is a daily requirement. Although the previous mother was cold, she never missed it.
To avoid exposing the transmigration, mother took on this responsibility after understanding the situation.
However, mother seemed to have not inherited the body's memories. Although the two looked identical, their personalities and temperaments were completely different. This might be due to the inability to merge memories.
My two senior brothers and I rose early, put on our blue cloth robes, and stood neatly in the martial arts field waiting for the sect leader's arrival.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is exceptionally abundant, with morning dew condensing on grass tips, refracting seven-colored light.
Just as I was immersed in this peaceful scene, somewhat hurried footsteps broke the morning tranquility.
It was mother approaching from the distance. Perhaps because she wasn't used to getting up early, combined with having no inherited memories and being unfamiliar with ancient clothing styles, she hastily wrapped herself in a long dress after getting up. In her panic, due to excessive haste, her E-cup enormous breasts bounced up and down, creating breathtaking waves.
What surprised me even more was that two obvious protrusions were faintly visible through the thin dress, causing my two senior brothers to stare intently.
Mother must have forgotten to wear her inner undergarment. The gauze robe, though soft, couldn't fix her breasts in place like modern women's bras. With her breasts bouncing wildly, the friction caused her nipples to stand erect, protruding through the thin white gauze dress. Mother seemed to sense this and protected her chest with one hand, approaching us with a flushed face. Having the original host's memories, I knew that mother's current state was completely different from the usual cold-faced sword immortal.
At this moment, mother's face showed a faint blush, and her forehead even showed a thin layer of sweat.
Those eyes that usually carried cold arrogance now showed slight panic, and her cherry lips trembled slightly, appearing somewhat pale.
Originally, both the cold-faced sword immortal and her husband possessed extremely excellent cultivation talents, but fate played tricks on them. Their son made slow progress in cultivation, and fate seemed particularly harsh to him. After years of cultivation, he remained in the Qi Refining realm, unable to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm. He could only watch helplessly as companions who had embarked on the immortal path alongside him broke through to Foundation Establishment one by one, their figures becoming increasingly graceful as they left the sect.
Yet he remained struggling in the quagmire of the Qi Refining realm.
Each time he went into closed-door cultivation, he exerted all his strength to sense and absorb the thin spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy entering his body always had minimal effect, as if his meridians were blocked waterways, unable to smoothly carry the surging spiritual power.
Fortunately, I had read many transmigration novels in my previous life, so I wasn't too panicked about this.
What delighted me was that the green ring had actually come to this world with me, now quietly resting on my finger.
Last night, I tried various methods - whether it was the common blood recognition technique or the extremely ceremonial three bows and nine kowtows - but I couldn't discover anything special about this ring.
Just as I was lost in thought, mother's voice came through my mind: "Son, what should I do? I don't know anything, what should I teach?"
I discovered that mother wasn't speaking aloud, but like telepathic communication in novels, speaking directly in my mind.
Mother blinked her eyes, looking at me with some urgency, as if seeking my help.
Could that be what mother wanted to say to me? I tried to communicate with mother in my mind:
"Mother, can you hear me?"
After I finished speaking, mother's eyes showed surprise. Fortunately, mother remained relatively calm and didn't show too much emotion.
However, she forgot about the hand covering her chest, and those protruding large nipples created two bumps in the white gauze dress.
I heard my two senior brothers take deep breaths beside me. They were probably also surprised by this.
Fearing that mother's and my identity would be exposed, I quickly shouted in my mind:
"Mother, don't panic. How about you dance a few moves, just like when you used to practice dancing."
To maintain her good figure, mother had learned dance for some time. After my reminder, mother straightened her posture and said:
"Well... today I'll teach you a body technique that I created myself. I'll demonstrate it once for you. How much you can comprehend depends on your own understanding."
Smart, this attitude perfectly matched that cold, beautiful sword immortal's character. The two senior brothers also panicked and dared not look anymore, lowering their heads and responding: "Yes, Master."
However, seeing both of them with lowered heads, mother used a stern tone to say:
"Why are you lowering your heads? I'm only doing this once. If you can't learn it, don't come to me."
Then mother began dancing in a seemingly proper manner, borrowing some dance poses and movements from martial arts movies. The mountains were humid in the morning, and perhaps because mother was nervous and exercising, she sweated considerably. The white gauze dress gradually became transparent, and mother's body was faintly visible in the morning sunlight, making the process extremely sensual.
Whenever mother made large movements, those plump breasts would shake violently, and the protruding nipples already revealed the pink color within.
I noticed that her ears had turned completely red, and even her neck was tinged with pink.
The most exciting part was when demonstrating sword techniques, mother had to swing the long sword in large movements, causing her clothing to accidentally open for a moment.
In that instant, two snow-white enormous breasts were almost completely exposed to the air, with pink nipples trembling slightly due to the cold morning breeze.
I could hear the heavy breathing of my two senior brothers behind me, and tents had already risen in their groins. At this moment, the green ring on my hand became slightly warm. Could this be the golden finger cheat about to arrive?
Just as I was observing whether the ring had any other reactions, I heard a cry of alarm and two rapid breathing sounds. The two rapid breaths came from my two senior brothers, while the cry came from mother. Just then, mother was covering her chest with one hand, so she chose a spinning movement. Her light dress hem flew up with the movement, and a breeze blew past.
I saw a pink slit faintly visible between mother's two plump, beautiful legs.
Only then did I notice that she wasn't wearing any underwear at all.
A small tuft of pubic hair on her mound glistened enticingly in the morning light, and her two thick labia were tightly closed. Mother quickly stopped her movements: "Alright, that's enough. Practice it yourselves."
Mother's face turned red with shame as she covered her face with one hand and hurried away. Although mother wasn't a traditional, conservative woman, being seen below by her son and two grown men filled her with such shame that she could only flee in embarrassment. My two senior brothers seemed still immersed in the shock of mother's dancing and hadn't reacted yet, only responding dryly: "...Yes... Master."
The eldest senior brother looked at the second senior brother, and the two stared at each other with expressions of disbelief. "Junior brother, am I seeing things?..."
Before the eldest senior brother could finish speaking, the second senior brother quickly reached out to cover his mouth, his expression showing some fear. The second senior brother raised his finger to his lips and shook it. The eldest senior brother nodded and stopped speaking. I didn't pay attention to them and followed mother's retreating figure.
In the room, mother sat by the bed, covering her flushed face. Even after I entered the room, she didn't get up. At this moment, I was also different from usual. When mother cried out in alarm, my eyes hadn't actually looked at mother. The reason I knew what happened was that the scene played frame by frame in my mind like slow motion. I could see mother's small tuft of black hair and the pink tender slit between her legs clearly. But this didn't excite me much, since I had browsed plenty of adult websites before.
I had no interest in seeing naked beautiful women, but the reason I said I was different was because in the mental images, I could see my eldest and second senior brothers' gazes toward mother - from fear to surprise to a hint of desire, as well as their already bulging crotches. They wanted to...
In my mind, that cold-faced sword immortal mother's face flushed as she was being...
This series of thoughts stimulated me, making my penis hard as an iron rod. Naturally, I walked slower and didn't catch up to mother.
I reached toward my crotch, adjusting the hard penis to make it less obvious, then stepped forward and said: "Mother, I just discovered something magical about this ring."
Mother looked up, her face still flushed, and looked at me with big eyes: "Son, what's wrong?"
Like a magic trick, I produced three items from my hand: "Just now, a strange energy flowed from this ring, connecting my consciousness with this green ring. This is a spatial ring. When I opened it with my mind, I found three items inside: a sword hilt without a blade, a book I can't read, and this..." I didn't mention the other item because that piece of emerald jade was shaped like a penis, carved vividly with a large glans and clear veins, making one's imagination run wild.
"Ah, you rascal, showing your mother such obscene things!" Mother's face turned even redder. After giving me a glare, she took the ancient book from my hand and began reading it.
I moved closer to observe and found that mother's ears had turned completely red, and even her neck showed a faint pink tinge.
She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into my eyes, only pretending to focus intently on the ancient text.
That shy appearance bore no resemblance to the cold-faced sword immortal.
"Mother, what does this say? Is it some kind of cultivation technique manual? If so, that would be great - at least we'd have some ability to protect ourselves."
Mother's original body practiced sword techniques, but since mother hadn't merged memories, she didn't know them at all, let alone the sword's "intent." In other words, mother had gone from being the world's number one beautiful sword immortal to an ordinary person who knew nothing. The only thing left might be a cultivator's relatively strong body, but sword immortals weren't like those body-strengthening monsters, so there was no advantage at all.
For some reason, mother could understand the book that I couldn't read. I realized this ancient text must hide some secret, and this might be the opportunity to change mother.
It was fine at first, but after flipping through a few pages, she suddenly froze completely.
I saw her throat unconsciously swallow, and her breathing became rapid. She wanted to say something but swallowed it back, her cheeks growing redder and redder.
"The front part talks about some sword-flying methods, very simple, easy to understand at a glance. But the back part talks about..."
Mother's voice stopped, appearing very hesitant. I noticed her fingers trembling slightly on the book pages, and her enormous breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
At this moment, I discovered an amazing detail - mother's nipples had actually hardened again!
The originally pink nipples had become even more obvious, showing a faint pink color through the thin fabric. "What is it?"
I asked urgently, while mother looked conflicted, sometimes looking at the ancient book in her hands, sometimes stealing glances at that piece of jade.
"I won't read it anymore, I won't read it anymore."
Mother threw the book aside and stopped reading.
"Mother, in this world, if we don't have enough strength, we definitely can't protect ourselves. Moreover, mother, you're so beautiful and famous as the world's number one beautiful sword immortal. If word gets out, the consequences would be unthinkable..."
In my impression, mother was never a fragile person.
She was a capable, thoughtful woman.
Although she couldn't be called a business genius or that type of strong woman, I had never seen anything that could defeat mother.
Even when father passed away years ago, leaving just us mother and son to depend on each other through difficult times, mother never gave up, never admitted defeat.
After listening to me, mother seemed to have made some kind of decision. She wanted to speak to me, but the words stuck in her throat.
After pondering for a moment, mother said to me:
"You go out first. I'll write down the technique for you to see... In the end, you decide..."
Mother's face reddened as she pushed me out of the room. Through the door crack, I heard rustling sounds from inside, as if she were making some preparations.
Before long, a piece of paper covered with writing slipped out from under the door crack.
This is... this is the introduction to that technique. Mother's voice trembled slightly as I picked up the paper. Written prominently at the top were three large characters: "Beast Desire Technique," and the content below made my heart race even faster:
This technique was created specifically for women. Women who practice this technique need not go through the Foundation Establishment process and can directly absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth, converting it into their own true essence.
During cultivation, they won't encounter bottleneck obstacles and can reach the Spirit Transformation realm in just a few months.
However, this technique also has drawbacks. The cultivator's sexual desire will multiply, making them unable to control their desires.
Only with the assistance of precious divine stones can one maintain the last trace of humanity.
Reading further down, the dense text gradually became blurry, as if some force was preventing me from seeing the content clearly. But I already understood the general meaning.
This was a technique that could rapidly improve mother's cultivation level, but the price was that she would become sexually aroused, possibly even... becoming a lustful woman.
Thinking of this, images began appearing in my mind - various scenarios that would only appear in adult films, with mother's face as the female protagonist in all of them.
My recently softened penis hardened again.
At this moment, the green ring again transmitted a warm feeling, flowing from my finger to my arm, and finally through all my meridians. I had actually broken through - I had reached the Foundation Establishment realm!
"Mother, I broke through!" Unable to contain my excitement, I shouted loudly while forcefully pushing open the door and quickly entering the room.
As soon as I entered, I saw mother looking somewhat panicked, hastily hiding a green object behind her back.
My gaze quickly swept around mother's vicinity and found that the emerald jade penis that had been placed there was nowhere to be seen.
Could mother have been playing with that thing just now?
No wonder she looked embarrassed as she hid it.
I understood in my heart but still pretended not to notice, continuing to say:
"Mother, I broke through, you know? This body originally couldn't break through that bottleneck, so it couldn't cultivate at all. In the eyes of cultivators, it was nothing but trash. Because father and mother were both extremely talented people, yet they gave birth to such a son viewed as trash, causing considerable mockery from the cultivation world. After father's death, that mother in the original host's memories was neither loving nor caring toward him, with an ice-cold attitude. I saw all of this in the inherited memories."
After saying this, my face couldn't help but show some melancholy. Fortunately, I had just successfully broken through, and the current mother was no longer that ice-cold mother.
After listening to my words, mother's eyes were full of pity. She then gently took my hand and said softly: "You will always be mother's precious son. No matter what you're like, mother will always love you. I'm not like that cold, heartless woman."
"I know, mother. I just wanted to tell you how important being able to cultivate is in the cultivation world." As my words fell, mother's face suddenly became shy. In just a few breaths, her face had turned completely red.
Perhaps mother's thoughts were always one step ahead of mine. After I spoke about the importance of strength, she guessed that I supported her practicing the "Beast Desire Technique." "So baby, are you sure you want mother to practice it?"
Looking at mother's eyes, this moment filled me with an extremely shameful feeling. I almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Gritting my teeth, I briefly described to mother how I had connected with the ring today and the images that had appeared in my mind, telling her that my breakthrough was because of this. Then I added:
"Mother, you raised me alone as a single mother, working so hard for so many years. Actually, if you found a companion, that would be fine. Your son supports you. Even if you become as... depraved as the book says, your son will still love you. You'll always be my mother. If I hate anything, it's only that I transmigrated but am still not strong enough to protect mother."
After saying these words, I wanted to bury my head in my chest. My head was lowered as far as it could go. Mother reached out with both hands, caressing my cheeks. The gentleness and warmth of her palms made me unconsciously nuzzle against them.
This caused mother to laugh charmingly. She cupped my face, making me look at her eyes that had already curved like crescent moons from smiling: "Baby, tell mother the truth. Don't you also really want to watch?"
I didn't know why mother asked this, but considering all the previous circumstances, I nodded blankly.
That abnormal excitement made me somewhat dizzy, and the green energy it produced felt exceptionally powerful, washing through my meridians.
"Then I've decided. I'll start practicing today. Until baby becomes strong enough to protect mother, let mother protect baby first. But we must pinky promise to always love mother, no matter what happens in the future."
I extended my finger and made a pinky promise with mother, just like when I was small, making a pact: "Pinky promise, hang yourself, one hundred years, no, ten thousand years, no changing."
After saying this, mother handed me the sword hilt, telling me she didn't like it and to keep it safe. Then I was pushed out of the room by mother, who said she needed to study the technique and told me she would be on time for tomorrow's morning practice, as she still needed to maintain the cold-faced sword immortal persona.
...
The next day, morning practice time arrived as usual. My two senior brothers and I came to the training ground early, each taking our positions, preparing to begin a new day of cultivation.
"Junior brother, you..." The eldest senior brother had just started speaking when the second senior brother quickly reached out from behind to cover his mouth, saying with some embarrassment while trying to appear relaxed: "Junior brother, it's nothing. Your eldest senior brother drank too much yesterday and his head is still dizzy. He hasn't sobered up yet."
Actually, I could probably guess what the eldest senior brother originally wanted to say, but at this moment I felt all that didn't matter anymore.
As long as I could cultivate smoothly and mother could also cultivate with the help of the technique, given time, I firmly believed that we mother and son could definitely establish ourselves in this strange otherworld.
The eldest and second senior brothers weren't bad people. Speaking of it, from childhood to adulthood, they had taken care of me even more than the parents in the original host's memories.
They just felt strange about why the usually cold-hearted master's wife - that is, mother who was now the master - had become like yesterday.
After all, such a state was almost impossible to appear in the usually cold mother.
I looked up at the eldest and second senior brothers, just about to say something to explain and ease this slightly awkward atmosphere, when I saw their eyes looking behind me.
Seeing this, I was curious and quickly turned around following their gaze.
Mother was walking toward us, very slowly. After a while, she stopped in front of us, slightly lifting her head and scolding with feigned seriousness: "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen your master feeling unwell? When I usually tell you to practice, I never see you with this kind of spirit."
Upon hearing this, the eldest and second senior brothers quickly lowered their heads respectfully, not daring to breathe loudly, like two children who had made mistakes waiting for punishment.
I secretly glanced at mother and saw her face showing a proud smile like a little girl, even raising her eyebrows at me. That expression seemed to say "Look how amazing I am." That appearance was both annoying and amusing.
"Baby, it seems my reputation as the cold-faced sword immortal isn't just for show. Look at your eldest and second senior brothers - they're scared to death, hehe." She secretly said to me in my mind, her voice full of playful meaning, forming a sharp contrast with the dignified image she was deliberately putting on.
Mother then cleared her throat, trying to completely restore the awe-inspiring dignity of the past, and said loudly: "Today I'll teach you sword flying. You've been here for so many years. Although you haven't officially started, you've more or less accumulated some true qi. Let's start with this."
I secretly pondered in my heart that mother probably didn't have much else to teach, since the technique book only mentioned sword techniques at the beginning. But this sword flying sounded complicated - could it really be that easy to learn?
"You must study seriously. Even him "
At this point, mother deliberately paused, extending her finger to point directly at me, "this little waste actually broke through yesterday. You two as senior brothers, after so many years, are still just a little short. You still haven't broken through. You're really worse than waste."
Hearing this, my head was full of black lines. I felt incredibly helpless and couldn't help but say to mother in my mind: "Mom, if you're going to scold them, just scold them. Why do you have to include me?"
"Hmph, persona, don't you understand? This old lady has eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Naturally, I have my reasons for doing this."
Mother responded to me in her mind with a quite righteous tone.
After hearing this, I thought about it carefully and it did seem to make some sense, so I stopped arguing.
At this time, mother again pointed at me and raised her voice: "Come here. You just broke through yesterday. Today I'll teach you sword flying. You must study carefully."
Upon hearing this, I immediately perked up. What man hasn't dreamed of being able to stand on a flying sword and soar through the sky? That image - I believe no one could refuse it.
After I quickly walked over and stood ready, she continued:
"You two, don't hang your heads. Lift your heads up, watch carefully, and listen attentively."
After saying this, mother began teaching me the method of circulating qi, guiding me on how to slowly transfer the true qi in my body through my feet to the sword beneath.
At first, it felt like riding a bicycle for the first time - wobbly and very difficult to maintain balance. I was extremely nervous.
But fortunately, after considerable effort, I actually managed to fly! Even though I didn't fly high or steadily, this magical experience still made me incredibly excited. However, it was extremely draining on true qi. My newly broken through and pitifully small amount of true qi couldn't last long before I could no longer fly.
Next, my two senior brothers, who had been somewhat absent-minded, also came forward to try following mother's taught method. But they also found flying too difficult. Their situation was even worse than mine - the flying sword under their feet simply wouldn't obey, only trembling slightly without managing to fly at all.
"You two are simply hopeless. You, come here and demonstrate for them again." Mother frowned, her tone full of disappointment.
At this time, I was already drenched in sweat, sitting to the side panting heavily.
After all, I only had that little bit of true qi. How could it withstand such advanced techniques? By now, I didn't have a trace of true qi left.
Mother looked at me, too exhausted to move, then at the two senior brothers also collapsed on the ground. She couldn't help but curse "useless" several times. I didn't know if she was really angry or just putting on an act to motivate us to study harder.
Mother let out a delicate snort, seemingly extremely dissatisfied with our performance, then said: "I'll demonstrate once for you. Keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully." With that, she gracefully stepped onto the sword and slowly began to fly.
Mother's control of the flying sword was exceptionally stable, slowly rising into the air. The height wasn't too high, just about two or three meters.
But at this height, the three of us were almost lying on the ground, looking up.
As a result, under mother's gauze dress hem fluttering in the wind, a pair of round, fair calves appeared in our line of sight. That skin was so white it seemed to glow, immediately capturing all three of our gazes.
"So white," the eldest senior brother couldn't help but praise.
"So beautiful," the second senior brother also chimed in.
"So gorgeous," I also blurted out unconsciously.
The three of us almost spoke in unison, our voices particularly clear in the training ground.
After hearing this last praise, mother seemed to realize this wasn't quite appropriate. Her face reddened slightly as she quickly controlled the flying sword to descend slowly.
But mother forgot that her gauze dress was extremely light. When descending, the gauze dress flew up. At this moment, as if heaven wanted us to see the secrets under her dress, a breeze blew past, completely blowing away mother's long dress, exposing her entire lower body. Mother cried out and reached to cover herself, but it was too late. I saw the most shocking and stimulating scene so far - she wore nothing under her dress. In that enticing triangular area, between her legs, there was a green object. It wasn't covering that tender pink slit... no, it wasn't covering it... but was tightly wrapped by those tender pink lips. That green object sparkled with crystal-clear moisture in the sunlight...
Mother cried out in alarm and quickly pressed down her dress, but this action only made her appear more disheveled. The two senior brothers were completely stunned.
Mother's cheeks instantly flushed red as she said with shame and anger: "What are you looking at? If you can't learn sword flying, go work quickly. Do you want to starve your master?" That fierce expression on her face, if you ignored the pink blush, really did seem harsh and heartless.
The two of them were so frightened they scrambled away, wishing they could sprout wings on their feet, hurriedly leaving the training ground in panic. Their embarrassed figures quickly disappeared at the training ground entrance.
Watching my senior brothers flee in such panic, I quickly ran to mother's side in a few steps.
At this moment, mother was pretending to arrange her clothes, her fingers somewhat frantically adjusting the hem. Her already flushed face was now red as a ripe apple. She was clearly trying to use this action to ease the shameful feelings in her heart, but her slightly trembling fingers still revealed that her emotions hadn't completely calmed down.
"Mother, you... that..." I stammered, and before I could finish speaking, mother's face had already turned red with shame. She bit her lip lightly and hummed coquettishly with reproach: "It's all because of that damn 'Beast Desire Technique' requiring that jade divine stone for assistance. It's really killing me." As she spoke, mother's brows furrowed slightly, but her flushed cheeks showed a different kind of charm.
I felt a powerful surge of green true qi suddenly emerge, filling my entire body.
It was an unprecedented experience. At this moment, mother seemed to also sense the changes in my body. She stepped forward slightly, bending over a little to bring her voluptuous chest close to me: "Those two stupid senior brothers of yours were staring intently..."
Listening to mother's seductive words, I felt my penis instantly swell. Being so close to mother, I could feel her body temperature and smell her fragrance.
I unconsciously pushed my buttocks back to make the erect penis less obvious. My small movement couldn't escape mother's eyes. Mother quickly reached out and struck the "rod," saying: "Hmph, you're still so excited even after those two stupid senior brothers saw everything."
Then she slightly lifted her head to look at me, blinking those beautiful eyes like bright moons, with what seemed like a clear spring hidden in her pupils, sparkling as they moved.
Then she parted her red lips, speaking in a tone with a special laziness and hint of seduction, using that voice that could make one's bones go soft: "Actually... I could feel those two burning gazes staring at me. That feeling of being watched... really makes one's heart race... especially under your gaze..."
Listening to mother's seductive voice describing her own feelings, the ring continuously produced green true qi, flowing from my arm through all my meridians: "So amazing, I don't know why I can sense the changes in your body. Maybe it's because we're connected as mother and son."
I supported mother as we slowly walked toward the room. She briefly explained the technique to me: "That perverted 'Beast Desire Technique' was created by some ancient pervert through studying a type of extinct female beast. The book says it's very powerful, but if practiced alone, one would eventually lose humanity and become... become a female beast that only knows mating. What's the use of being powerful if you lose your humanity? So that divine stone assists in cultivation, maintaining human nature. And... and..."
Mother walked very slowly, her hips swaying, occasionally letting out soft moans. I didn't respond, just listened quietly: "That thing needs to be inserted down there... um... with forty-nine days as one cycle. Completing the first cycle grants the initial abilities of that female beast - I don't know what exactly yet. There are three cycles total, and completing each cycle makes one stronger."
"Mother has worked hard," I said. Hearing what mother said made me feel sorry for her, so I stopped and picked mother up in my arms. Perhaps my movement was too sudden, making mother unable to suppress her moans as she cried out softly: "Little rascal, are you trying to kill your mother? You didn't even give me warning." Her small fists hit my chest, but fortunately, I had already broken through to become a cultivator, and mother wasn't using force, otherwise vomiting blood would have been possible.
Mother rested her head on my right shoulder, her hand touching my heart area, as if speaking to me or talking to herself: "I can feel my own changes. That desire... is exceptionally strong... and moreover... I'm actually finding it more and more natural and enjoyable..."
"Not just mother, even I seem to be changed by that green true qi, becoming more and more fond of watching... more and more wanting to watch..."
Mother listened to my seemingly responsive words and giggled in my arms, blowing warm air into my ear. Her voice, seductive as a succubus, entered my ear: "Little rascal, what do you like to watch? And what do you increasingly want to watch?"
That voice seemed to carry magic, making me yearn to continue listening, craving to hear those words, those improper... lustful words...
"Do you like... mother exposing herself to them? Do you like them... using lustful eyes to... rape... mother? Baby, do you want to?"
When mother finished speaking, her face was completely red as she hid against my chest. Mother also felt the vibration in my chest, that voice like prey fallen into a trap, never able to escape: "Yes, I want to."
"Little pervert~"
...
After returning to the room with mother, we sat on the bedside and talked for a long time.
The conversation content was mostly about various interesting things that happened in our original world - amusing incidents mother encountered at work, like playful interactions with colleagues or unexpected but fun situations at work.
There were also interesting people I met at school and fun things that happened, like jokes that occurred in class or joyful scenes when participating in activities with classmates. Everything we talked about seemed to carry the warmth of old days, making our hearts feel warm.
As we chatted, mother suddenly asked curiously if I had a girlfriend at school.
I hesitated for a moment but told mother honestly that there was a girl I had just started dating. I had originally planned to find the right time to tell mother about it, but unexpectedly, before I could say anything, we inexplicably came to this otherworld.
Upon hearing this, mother's expression was like a jealous little girl, pouting slightly and pretending to be angry for a moment. She even lightly patted me and said coquettishly: "Oh my, you had a girlfriend and didn't tell mother earlier." That appearance was incredibly cute, making me laugh out loud.
This long conversation was also a kind of farewell to our past life. After all, having transmigrated here, everything was different. Mother and I had reached a consensus through our discussion.
First point: naturally, we must survive here.
In this world that was obviously survival of the fittest, without sufficient strength, we could face danger at any time and be bullied by others. So only by continuously improving our strength could we establish ourselves.
Second point: we should let go of the constraints in our hearts and treat it as living a new life. We shouldn't worry too much about things and should do what makes us happy. This way, we could live more comfortably in this strange and challenging world.
Without realizing it, it had gotten dark.
Mother looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, then smiled and pushed me toward the door: "Oh, you should go out now. You being here is delaying my cultivation." Looking at mother's flushed face, I understood she was shy about the cultivation technique again, so I obediently listened and left the room as she wished, returning to my own room, lying on the bed, and quickly falling asleep.
In the morning, sunlight filtered through mottled leaves onto the training ground, giving this space a light golden glow.
My eldest senior brother, second senior brother, and I, as usual, came to the training ground early to quietly wait for the arrival of that "cold and harsh" reputation sword immortal mother.
At this moment, my eldest and second senior brothers stood to the side, whispering about something. From their expressions, there seemed to be some dispute. I didn't pay much attention, just moving my body on my own, doing simple warm-up exercises to prepare for practice.
After a while, I saw mother come out.
This time, mother didn't come walking out as usual - she was actually riding a flying sword, slowly flying to our front.
The flying sword under her feet was steady and stable, as if it had merged with her, emitting a faint glow that looked quite magical.
Our three gazes were immediately attracted. Looking closer, we discovered that mother wasn't wearing the white embroidered shoes she usually wore, but was barefoot, directly standing on the flying sword.
Mother's feet were like carefully carved mutton-fat jade, glowing softly under the sword's reflection.
Light blue blood vessels were faintly visible on her insteps, like green vines hidden under snow, adding a mysterious charm. Her toes were all like fresh bamboo shoots, round and slender. Her nails showed a faint pink color, like flower petals blooming in early spring, delicate and enticing, making one unable to resist taking more looks.
Mother seemed to notice that our three gazes were all attracted to her sexy little feet. A sense of satisfaction immediately surged in her heart, and she unconsciously showed some expressions, as if saying: "Hmph, can't this old lady charm you to death?" However, she quickly cleared her throat and said with feigned seriousness: "Alright, today we continue practicing sword flying."
I secretly observed mother and couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. Whether it was mother's inherently high cultivation talent or because that mysterious technique was too amazing, mother's progress could be described as flying fast.
Even the geniuses praised by people in this world would probably pale in comparison to mother.
"I found that being barefoot makes it easier to control the sword's movement. Today you can try it too. Who wants to go first?" Mother said while scanning her gaze over us three.
Originally, I thought that according to past practice, I would probably go first today and was about to step forward when unexpectedly, my eldest senior brother spoke first.
"Master's wife... Master." The eldest senior brother hesitated first, then changed his address.
"Hmm? Qingzhu, what's the matter?" Mother frowned slightly and asked puzzledly.
The eldest senior brother quickly stepped forward, respectfully bowing with both hands, then lowering his head slightly. His voice even trembled as he said: "Master, this sword flying technique is really too advanced, so much so that after practicing yesterday, this disciple's body was extremely tired. Although our sect now only has you, Master, and two junior brothers, all the mundane tasks like chopping wood, making fires, cooking, farming, and feeding chickens are done by me and second junior brother. If we spend energy practicing sword flying every day, I'm afraid we won't have the strength to do those mundane tasks anymore."
After hearing what the eldest senior brother said, I thought about it and it really made sense.
After all, for so long, mother and I basically didn't have to do anything in the sect. We were always taken care of by the two senior brothers. The entire sect's daily operations relied entirely on the two senior brothers' silent support behind the scenes.
After listening, mother immediately understood the eldest senior brother's meaning. She nodded seriously, showing a look of realization. Indeed, she hadn't considered this point before.
However, besides the sword flying technique written in that ancient book, mother really didn't know much else. Now mother was somewhat frustrated, secretly pondering how to solve this problem, so she casually asked: "Since you don't want to learn sword flying, what else do you want to learn?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the eldest senior brother's expression brightened, as if he saw hope. He took a deep breath, bit his teeth, as if making a big decision, and slowly said: "Master, this disciple hasn't fully comprehended the body technique from the day before yesterday. Could you..." The eldest senior brother's voice trembled slightly, but he still gathered courage to continue: "Could you please teach it once more, Master?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, becoming eerily quiet.
My heart jumped violently, and indescribable complex emotions surged in my chest.
In my heart, an inexplicable excitement and pleasure surged like a raging tide. At the same time, shame and anticipation intertwined, these complex emotions like turbulent waves, rushing from my back, waist, and spine toward my brain wave after wave.
I felt my head becoming somewhat dizzy, that excitement and pleasure stimulating my nerves like electric current, while the secret anticipation in my heart grew like wild grass.
Even I understood the eldest senior brother's intention, and with mother's intelligence, she naturally understood immediately.
Mother gracefully stepped down from the flying sword, her jade feet fully exposed.
Her five white, tender toes were distinct like five crystal-clear pearls. Against the bluestone, they appeared even more enticing. Originally slightly curled, her toes slowly stretched out, as if their owner had made some decision. I looked up at mother somewhat frantically and saw that her facial expression was extremely subtle.
At first glance, she seemed to be smiling, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, that smile faintly carrying some charm. But looking more carefully, it seemed like she had returned to that original cold-faced sword immortal's emotionless ice-block face, making her thoughts impossible to fathom.
"Baby, your eldest senior brother has learned to be bad. Look at his honest face, but he's actually full of bad intentions." Mother's secret message suddenly rang in my mind. I was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
This situation was too embarrassing and delicate. I was completely at a loss, even my lips seemed glued shut, unable to open.
The waves of pleasure rushing toward my brain made my breathing rapid and heavy. That heavy breathing sounded particularly abrupt in this quiet atmosphere, as if each breath was pounding my soul.
I felt this sound was so loud that the whole world could hear it, and it seemed like mother had already noticed.
"My precious son has also learned to be bad." Mother's words rang in my mind again, like thunder, making me blush.
Like a child caught doing something wrong, I shamefully lowered my head, wishing I could find a hole to crawl into.
"Fine, since you can't learn it, I'll dance it once more for you." Mother said loudly.
The eldest and second senior brothers immediately showed expressions of surprise and joy.
The fear in the eldest senior brother's eyes was instantly replaced by madness. That madness burned like flame, growing more intense, then gradually transforming into naked desire. His gaze was so intense it seemed like he wanted to see through mother.
The second senior brother was slightly better. At first, his face showed some fear, but soon excitement filled his face, and his eyes showed irrepressible anticipation.
"Maybe I was too strict with you before, but I found that no matter how you study, you can't learn it. How about this from now on: whoever learns it first, I'll give him a chance for individual instruction, with some rewards. This way you'll have some motivation." Mother's words seemed to have a magical power, like enchanting music that easily captured our three hearts.
The eldest and second senior brothers nodded vigorously like chickens pecking rice, their eagerness evident.
I guessed that at this moment, these two senior brothers had probably realized that mother was no longer the "cold-faced sword immortal" they had always feared, but might be a gentle master, or some other more charming role... But none of that mattered anymore.
"Watch carefully this time." After mother finished speaking, she began to dance.
Her dress hem danced in the wind, flying up like blooming flowers.
Mother spun and jumped, her figure as light as a dancing butterfly.
This time's movements were almost identical to the previous time. Mother was indeed a genius, able to remember a dance performed only once so clearly.
Her calves were straight and slender, like two columns carved from beautiful jade. Each jump and spin displayed a unique rhythmic beauty.
Her thighs were round and firm without any excess fat. Her skin was white as mutton-fat jade, glowing enticingly in the sunlight, as if kissed by sunlight, radiating charming brilliance that drew our gazes to follow closely.
Time slowly passed, and this time her clothing didn't open due to large movements. The two senior brothers looked somewhat disappointed, but thinking of that final moment of spinning, they both kept their eyes wide open, not daring to miss even a breath.
Finally, the last moment arrived. Everyone seemed under a paralysis spell, holding their breath, hearts beating wildly as if they would jump out of their throats.
My senior brothers and I all stared wide-eyed at mother, feeling like time had frozen, each moment playing frame by frame before our eyes.
Our pupils contracted violently, deeply shocked by this dreamlike scene.
Mother closed her eyes, her face flushed either from dancing too hard or from the indescribable shame in her heart, like a delicate flower blooming in spring.
The final spin didn't come. Instead, it was a high-kick-like movement that lifted her dress hem high. Having learned dance, mother performed a standard vertical split. A gentle breeze blew, lifting the mischievous dress hem to both sides, revealing the enticing spring scenery between her thighs.
I held my breath watching that jade penis steadily inserted in mother's body.
What was even more surprising was that mother's flesh hole was constantly writhing, as if wanting to swallow it deeper. Her inner thighs were covered with lewd fluid. Her light brown anus seemed startled by the cool wind, constantly contracting. Mother's face showed an expression of pain and pleasure intertwined, her cherry lips slightly parted, letting out a soul-stirring moan.
She seemed to really enjoy this moment. Even though her body began to tremble violently and her two beautiful legs kept shaking, she persisted. Then I saw more lewd fluid beginning to flow from between her small pink clitoris and the green rod. The flow grew larger and larger, slowly becoming like urination. With a "puff" sound, it shot out, landing on the emerald green base, splashing up mist. Sunlight shone on the green jade, creating green misty halos...
"Ah"
Mother climaxed and squirted...
Those mists spread around, making the air corrupt, smelling somewhat salty. Mother collapsed to the ground. The powerful shameful pleasure just now made her unable to maintain balance on one leg, falling down. With a "ding" sound, the emerald jade collided with the ground. Mother sat on the ground, eyes tightly closed, her whole body trembling slightly.
That usually noble face was now completely flushed, her cherry mouth slightly open, letting out soul-stirring moans: "Ah~"
A lustful cry came from mother's mouth, then mother shivered several times in succession like a child who had just finished urinating...
From under mother's dress hem, a puddle of liquid slowly flowed onto the bluestone... whether it was urine... or...
When the two senior brothers saw mother fall, they instinctively leaned forward, eager to help mother up. They had already taken steps, but seeing the current situation, they froze like they were under a paralysis spell. After waiting a long time, when mother recovered somewhat and regained some rationality, she looked at her disciples with eyes that seemed covered by a thin layer of mist.
"You two, hurry up and cook. If you delay the meal... I'll... beat you." Mother pretended to be angry, trying to raise her voice to maintain the dignified persona of the "cold-faced sword immortal."
However, in this situation, it was more like flirting with the two senior brothers. Her tone had no, instead carrying some different kind of coquettish anger.
The second senior brother was always clever and reacted fastest. He quickly reached out to pull the eldest senior brother who was still stunned, making eye contact while heading toward the kitchen.
After walking a few steps, he turned back to look at me: "Little junior brother, we'll go cook first. You take good care of master's wife."
"Oh... okay, second senior brother." I quickly responded. After the two senior brothers left, I hurried to mother's side, crouching down to help her up.
Mother bit her lip, supporting herself with both hands, trying to stand up. Perhaps the shameful squirting just now had consumed too much energy. She tried several times but couldn't successfully stand up. That sight was heartbreaking.
So I simply picked mother up in my arms. Her white gauze dress hem stained with lewd fluid still dripped water droplets, leaving a trail of lewd marks on the bluestone path back to the room.