Deep within the sealed cultivation chamber of the Wong Clan's remaining manor, Official Wong sat in perfect lotus position as veins bulged on his bald forehead.
He forced another strand of spiritual energy into his Mortal-Dao Core.
"Tch… Peak Core Formation… just a little more and this old man could still turn everything around…"
His eyelids trembled with fury.
"All of this… all of this wouldn't have happened if not for that sudden bastard Li Qingmu!"
He gnashed his yellowed teeth.
"The patriarch favors him. I hear Fairy Zhen Mei is also charmed by him. It's unfair! Where is the justice? Where is the respect for seniority?!"
He slammed a fist into the stone floor and cracked it.
"When this old man's injuries heal and I finally step into Peak Core Formation… hmph! I'll drag that little bastard in front of the entire sect and make him kneel! Then they'll finally remember who Official Wong is!"
He took a deep, resentful breath.
"This estate… this dragon-vein node is the finest in the entire Fenghuang Peak! How do you expect me to hand it over to a wet-behind-the-ears junior who wasn't even born when I entered Core Formation?!"
He'll do no such thing.
Just talking about it made his blood boil.
"I've already lost half my properties, half my spirit fields and half my pill shops! Chairman Liu of the Heavenly Cargo Alliance cut me off the moment the first half fell! Owner Madam Xue of the Red Crane Shipping laughed in my face and cancelled three centuries of partnership! Even that old goat Deacon Fang won't answer my transmissions anymore!"
His voice cracked with indignation.
"Hmph! And now they expect me to squeeze into some dog-kennel courtyard on overcrowded Zhulong Peak like a beggar disciple?!"
He held his chin high.
"This old man would rather die!"
BOOM!
The doors of his seclusion chamber exploded inward.
A dozen Wong clan members tumbled inside.
Their faces were pale as paper.
"Chief Wong! Chief Wong!!"
Official Wong's eyes snapped open as his murderous aura surged out.
"This old man said NO ONE is to disturb my seclusion again! Do you all wish to die?!"
The leading junior knelt and kowtowed until his sweaty forehead bled.
"Forgive us, Chief! We wouldn't dare, but—!"
A loud, lazy arrogant voice sounded all over the entire manor like thunder across a clear sky.
"WONG! DE! FU!"
Every syllable carried deliberate disrespect.
Like how an ancestor would berate their descendant.
"Your grandfather Li likes this plot of yours. Come out and offer it to me with both hands, hm?"
Official Wong's face turned the color of pig liver.
"Damn that Li Qingmu!! How dare he speak to this old man with that tone! This is still my territory! For that I won't leave seclusion for three more months!"
He folded his arms and huffed bitterly, nose in the air.
The clan juniors exchanged glances.
One bold cousin whispered.
"Chief… is it possible you're… afraid…?"
Official Wong's glare could have melted steel.
The cousin immediately slammed his face into the floor and shut up forever.
Meanwhile.
In the Wong Clan's ancestral hall, incense smoke curled lazily toward the rafters.
Li Qingmu reclined on the main seat that used to belong to Official Wong himself as his head rested comfortably in the lap of a plump Wong clan auntie whose chest was so absurdly large it formed two soft, warm pillows beneath his neck.
Another cousin… thick-thighed, wide-hipped, and easily twice the size of a normal beauty knelt at his feet to slowly massage scented oil into his ankles.
A third fed him frost-grapes one by one.
Two more stood behind with peacock-feather fans to waft cool air over his bare chest.
None of them could be called beautiful in the classical sense he was used to.
Their faces were round, freckled and honest.
But each one carried breasts so enormous they swayed like overfilled melon sacks, and rears that could crush artifacts if they sat on them.
These are sexy, plus-size aunties.
But the plus is in their chest and rear, delightful!
The woman beneath his head giggled and pressed him deeper into her cleavage.
"Chief Li, are my pillows soft enough?"
Li Qingmu gave an appreciative hum.
"Very soft. Like lying on two oily meat cuts."
The one at his feet looked up with shining eyes.
"Chief Li, is my massage to your liking?"
"Excellent hands."
Her smile turned sly.
"Would young master perhaps like… something even softer than hands?"
She cupped her own chest meaningfully.
Each breast is easily larger than Li Qingmu's head.
Such an unreal size for a woman.
But there are pills for it so it's possible Chief Wong is preparing them for breeding.
"Other immortal officials who visit always beg for this treatment. Chief Wong only allows it for his closest friends… but now that Chief Li is about to own the entire estate, you're far more important than that old man ever was~"
Li Qingmu raised a brow, amused.
These women didn't have any loyalty.
They'll take care of whose pocket is the deepest.
"Go ahead. Surprise me."
The woman's eyes sparkled with delight.
She took the wide wooden bowl of warm, scented oil and poured it straight down her collar.
Oil cascaded between two mountain-range breasts as they soaked the thin silk until it became transparent enough for you to see her grape-sized nipples.
If Rou'er carried these on her chest her back would break before sunset.
Oil dripped in slow trails along her deep valley.
She scooped handfuls and began massaging the oil deep into her own cleavage, fingers sinking wrist-deep into soft, doughy flesh. Each squeeze made her breasts jiggle and slap together with lewd, wet sounds.
Then she gently lifted Li Qingmu's bare feet and nestled them right into that slick, burning-hot ravine.
Up and down.
Slowly at first, then faster.
Her oiled, bouncy breasts completely swallowed his feet whole as warm oil deliciously squished between her dainty fingers and his toes.
Every thrust sent ripples through acres of soft flesh.
Her nipples were stiff and dark.
They poked shamelessly against the soaked fabric.
Li Qingmu's eyes widened slightly… this was new.
He stared at the woman's flushed, perverted face as she moaned softly, working his feet with her chest like it was the greatest honor of her life.
『These immortal officials are true degenerates!』
He couldn't believe his eyes.
『Back in school I heard rumors they trafficked young beauties for dual-cultivation, but this is somehow even more shameless because it's so casual.』
He accepted another grape and chewed leisurely.
Next, he raised his voice toward the direction of the seclusion chamber.
"Old man Wong! I'll count to three! If you don't come out, I'm taking every woman in this settlement back to my peak tonight! Your wife included! One—"
The doors of the ancestral hall burst open.
Official Wong stormed in with a red-hot face.
"LI QINGMU YOU SHAMELESS FIEND!!"
The plump aunties squealed and scattered like startled chickens.
The one who had been giving the breast-massage frantically tried to stuff her enormous, dripping bosom back into her robes, failed twice, then waddled away as fast as her heavy figure allowed.
The hall was empty in seconds.
Except for the two men.
Li Qingmu sighed dramatically, slipped his feet back into his shoes like nothing happened, then leaned back in the patriarch's chair and pillowed his head on his own arms.
"Well? Come on then. Teach me a lesson."
The old man gripped his sword, but didn't move.
Li Qingmu gave him a lazy side-eye.
"What's wrong? Not attacking?"
He crossed his legs, utterly relaxed.
Official Wong's eyelids twitched.
『He casually defeated Ye family's young master… my Mortal-Dao Core is no match for his cultivation realm and body refinement… I have no choice!』
He snorted coldly and flicked his wrist.
An ornate golden wheel treasure flew out and spun rapidly in mid-air.
Li Qingmu's pupils shrank.
He instantly condensed a seed of tyrant energy in his palm that would crush the old man in one blow.
But the golden wheel didn't attack.
Instead it tore open a small spatial rift.
Official Wong dropped to his knees and wailed toward the rift like a child.
"Grand Elder Song! Save this loyal subordinate! Just because Patriarch Zhen took my land, this junior is stealing my clan daughters in broad daylight and even threatens to sleep with my wife! This junior's parents weren't even born when I started cultivating! Please uphold justice!"
On the other side of the rift.
Song Yan sat in her quiet courtyard, eyes closed as she sipped fragrant tea.
She frowned slightly.
"Why did you disturb my meditation?"
Official Wong cried even louder.
Li Qingmu rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out.
Song Yan took another slow sip, thinking.
『…I'm the one who suggested kicking him out in the first place. Maybe I can make it up to him…』
She nodded once.
"Tell me the name of this insolent junior."
Official Wong's face lit up with vicious joy.
"It's that ruthless little LI QINGMU!"
PFFFT—
Song Yan spat out her tea.
She coughed twice, then said calmly.
"Ah… I just remembered. My vase is filthy. I must wash it immediately."
Snap.
The spatial rift closed without a trace.
The ancestral hall fell dead silent.
Li Qingmu looked at the stunned, kneeling Official Wong and grinned like a little demon.
"Hehe. Out of tricks, old man?"
He waved a sleeve.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Expensive vases.
Thousand-year porcelain cauldrons.
Ten-meter-tall wardrobes.
Everything flew out the front gate and smashed into a pile on the street.
Official Wong knelt there while his mouth opened and closed like a dying fish.
『…Don't tell me Grand Elder Song has feelings for that little bastard?!』
Then he threw his head back and cried so loud the entire settlement could hear.
"MY LIIIIIIIFE!!!"
Outside, the discarded furniture kept raining down from the sky like a meteor shower.