Thirty days slipped by in quiet intensity, the kind that only cultivators truly understood. With the wealth seized from the Viper Fang Gang, there was no need to rush, no pressure to scrape by.
I sealed the courtyard gates, settled into the rented estate in Xuanlian City, and devoted myself fully to dual cultivation.
Day after day, I remained within these walls, shutting out the outside world as I circulated qi alongside my five wives, Xiaoting, Yaolin, Xueyin, Xueyang, and Fenghua.
What started as routine cultivation slowly melted into something far more intoxicating. Our breaths collided, rough and uneven, bodies grinding closer as restraint bled away. Heat surged between us in thick, pulsing waves, shameless and demanding, forcing flesh and qi into brutal harmony. Every session left us sweat-slick and trembling, boundaries worn down until there was no pretending, only shared hunger, shared intent, and a bond hammered deeper with every breath and groan.
My Thick Dao Tool was never allowed to rest. I inserted it into my five wives in an unbroken cycle, one person at a time, guided by my will and their receptive qi, each turn leaving lingering warmth behind.
It was not indulgence, but neither was it cold discipline, each movement drew soft reactions, quickened breaths, and subtle tremors as balanced energies were guided through tender meridians.
Whenever it resonated fully with one of them, her aura would tremble and tighten, and from that convergence my Thick Dao Tool will release Milky Dao Seeds inside her, fusing with her meridians, reinforcing loyalty, trust, and cultivation alike
Only after I finish releasing Milky Dao Seeds in one of them, would my Thick Dao Tool move on to another, carrying the echoes of the previous harmony with it.
This rotation continued day after day, measured, deliberate, intoxicating in its consistency. With every release of countless Milky Dao Seeds inside them, their breaths grew deeper, their bodies more responsive, and their qi increasingly attuned to mine.
Impurities were coaxed out through pleasure-tinged circulation, foundations reinforced through repeated intimacy with my Thick Dao Tool.
Over the span of the month, their auras no longer felt separate from mine, but softly intertwined, polished and refined through countless sensual cycles of shared cultivation. Each of them glowing softly, shaped by shared nights of disciplined yet unmistakably sensual dual cultivation.
Just a few days ago, I finally opened the gate to rest, stepping away from the endless cycle of dual cultivation. With my body steadied and my mind clear, I began frequenting the libraries of Xuanlian City, trading spirit stones for access to deeper knowledge that might sharpen my edge and keep me alive.
There, I advanced my understanding of alchemy and learn more advance alchemy refining, memorizing pill formulas and refining techniques that would soon be put to use.
I also delved into Refined Puppet Arts, a discipline both practical and strategically invaluable. Between library visits, I wandered through workshops and markets, observing craftsmanship, acquiring tools, and trading excess loot for materials I lacked.
Using the dark mineral I discovered in the mountains near Sanlu Town, I abandoned the idea of selling it off. Instead, I refined it personally and forged five matching blades called Darksteel Swords at the nearby blacksmith.
They weren't legendary artifacts, but each was sharp, resilient, and perfectly balanced, ideal for early-stage combat. These swords were meant for my five wives, weapons they could grow with as their cultivation advanced, serving as both protection and a symbol of unity.
More importantly, I completed several Wooden Servant Puppets, simple constructs designed to maintain the household, clean courtyards, prepare baths, and handle mundane tasks. Alongside them stood a few Stone Sentinel Puppets, each armed with a bow or iron sword.
Individually, they were unremarkable, but together they formed a sufficient first line of defense, enough to deter trouble and buy time if danger ever came knocking.
At night, I studied maps. The geography of the region unfolded before me: trade routes, minor cities, monster territories, and sect domains.
That was when I learned of the Pure Lotus Sect, a major power to the north, one that accepted only women as disciples. My Thick Dao Tool pulse with excitement.
However, the distance was considerable, nearly twenty days of travel, and while the implications stirred countless thoughts, I set the matter aside for now. Opportunities were best approached with preparation, not impulse.
Before the month ended, I made things official. In a small but solemn ceremony, I married all five, Xiaoting, Yaolin, Xueyin, Xueyang, and Fenghua, sealing our bonds not just in name, but in fate.
It was only afterward that I began to notice it: a faint, subtle aura gathering within each of them, gentle yet unmistakably alive. Only then did realization dawn. They were all carrying my offspring, something I had sensed unconsciously, yet never truly considered.
By the end of the thirty days, our progress was undeniable.
Xiaoting, Yaolin, and Fenghua reached 8th Stage Body Tempering, their foundations firm and vibrant.
Xueyin and Xueyang followed closely behind at 7th Stage Body Tempering, their synchronized growth a testament to their shared path.
Even within the same realm, their auras now carried a sharpness that set them apart from ordinary mortals.
Thirty days of stillness had yielded more than motion ever could. Strength, stability, plans taking shape, and a future that was quietly, inevitably expanding.
As I stood, thoughts drifting toward future plans and the paths yet unopened, soft footsteps approached from behind.
Meiyun appeared first, composed but clearly hesitant, followed closely by her two daughters, Lingyu and Lingxue. The three of them stopped a short distance away, bowing respectfully before speaking, their expressions carrying a mix of resolve and quiet hope.
"Master," Meiyun said carefully, "we wish to ask for guidance in cultivation." At her side, Lingyu and Lingxue nodded in unison, their eyes earnest.
I activated my Perception Eye and swept my gaze over them. Their conditions were immediately clear, all them are at 2nd Stage Body Tempering, their qi thin but stable, foundations unremarkable yet clean.
It was nothing unusual; most mortals stagnated at this stage for years without opportunity or guidance. Still, beneath that ordinary surface, I sensed determination.
They were asking out of impatience, out of a desire to grow stronger, strong enough to be useful, to stand beside my household rather than behind it.
"They are not stuck because of flaws," I said after a moment, my tone calm. "Only because they lack methods and resources."
I then looked at all three of them, letting the silence stretch just long enough for my words to carry weight. "I can help with your cultivation," I continued, "but understand this, what I offer is not given lightly. If I guide you, you must be willing to serve wholeheartedly. No wavering, no divided loyalties."
Meiyun turned to her daughters briefly. No words were exchanged, yet understanding passed instantly between them. Then, together, all three faced me once more and bowed deeply.
"We are willing," they said at the same time, voices steady and sincere. "To serve you wholeheartedly."
I approached and gently clasped Meiyun's slender fingers in my right hand, their warmth seeping into my palm, while with my left I drew Lingyu and Lingxue closer, their steps soft, hesitant, yet willingly following as I guided them forward.
The garden fell quiet behind us.
My five wives sat together beneath the flowering pavilion, tea cups forgotten in their hands. Their gazes followed us, not with jealousy, but with knowing smiles. One of them chuckled softly, another merely nodded, eyes half-lidded.
It's about time our husband helps them, their expressions seemed to say.
The door to the master room slid shut behind us with a muted thud, sealing away the world outside.
The room was already prepared. Spiritual lamps cast a warm glow, and the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingered in the air, drifting from the large bathing chamber beyond. Steam curled lazily from behind the screen, carrying with it a promise that made the three girls' breaths turn shallow.
I turned to face them.
Meiyun lowered her eyes first, her cheeks flushed as red as peach blossoms. Lingyu swallowed, fingers twisting nervously at her sleeves, while Lingxue stood rigid for a heartbeat, before slowly exhaling, resolve replacing her tension.
"Remove your robes," I said calmly, my tone steady, leaving no room for refusal.
Fabric rustled softly.
Layers slid down pale shoulders, pooling at their feet one by one. The air grew heavier, charged with restrained anticipation. Steam kissed their skin, beads of moisture clinging where cloth had just been, turning warmth into something far more distracting.
While I watched without rushing them, I loosened my own robes next, letting them slide from my shoulders before setting them aside.
The air felt warmer without the barrier of cloth, the spiritual steam curling around my skin as I stepped into the bathtub.
The spirit water rippled softly, infused with medicinal essence and faint threads of qi that responded instantly to my presence.
Once settled, I lifted my gaze to the three of them.
"Come."
Meiyun moved first, carefully stepping into the tub, the water rising to cradle her form. Lingyu and Lingxue followed more slowly, their movements cautious, eyes lingering on the shifting currents beneath the surface as they joined us. The space was close now, heat and breath mingling, the water barely able to contain all four of us.
I retrieved my Thick Dao Tool, its surface faintly glowing with runic patterns meant to guide circulation rather than dominate it.
Meiyun reached out instinctively, her fingers closing around my Thick Dao Tool with gentle reverence, as if afraid to disturb its balance.
Lingyu and Lingxue leaned closer, watching intently, their expressions focused and eager, memorizing every detail.
Meiyun's hand tightened around my Thick Dao Tool as its warmth intensified, the heat no longer confined to her palm but spreading greedily up her arm. I did not give her time to adjust, I immediately inserted my Thick Dao Tool into her, asserting control, forcing her circulation to match my rhythm.
A thick, intoxicating current surged through her dantian, pouring outward like molten silk. Meiyun gasped, her body arching slightly as the energy flooded her meridians, prying them open one after another. Her breaths turned slow, heavy, obedient, each exhale surrendering more of herself to my guidance.
I thrust my Thick Dao Tool deeper into her, harmonizing with her flow, deliberately steady, unyielding. The qi moved everywhere, coiling around her spine, spilling into her limbs, filling spaces that had never known such pressure or warmth. Her knees weakened in the water, shoulders trembling as her entire body responded to my control.
Across from us, Lingyu and Lingxue could not look away.
I drew Lingyu and Lingxue closer without hesitation, pulling them into my arms as the spirit water rippled around us.
Lingyu was first, her breath caught as I claimed her lips, slow and deliberate, letting the warmth linger just long enough for her resolve to soften. When I released her, her eyes were dazed, cheeks flushed, breath uneven.
I turned to Lingxue next, cupping her face and pressing my lips to hers. Her body stiffened for a heartbeat before melting against me, answering the kiss with quiet hunger, fingers clutching at my shoulders as if afraid I might pull away.
All the while, my Thick Dao Tool continued its work with Meiyun.
Its glow deepened, guiding the circulating qi within her with unwavering precision. Meiyun's body trembled subtly in the water, breath steady yet strained as the energy spiraled deeper, more tightly bound to my will.
Then the qi surged. Deep inside Meiyun, thick Milky Dao Seeds released from my Thick Dao Tool, condensed and bloomed, anchoring itself firmly within her core.
The moment it stabilized, her cultivation locked into place, her foundation reforged. The bond formed was profound and irreversible, loyalty, harmony, and submission woven permanently into her path.
The water calmed. The steam thinned. Meiyun exhaled softly, transformed.
Lingyu and Lingxue lowered their gazes shyly, yet the excitement in their eyes was impossible to hide. Their breaths were light but quick, bodies leaning closer as they sensed the lingering resonance from the Milky Dao Seeds that's dripping from Meiyun.
I took out my Thick Dao Tool and placed it between them, guiding their hands forward. Lingyu's fingers touched it first, hesitant yet eager, followed by Lingxue's, both of them gripping it lightly, reverently. At once, my Thick Dao Tool responded, its surface glowing brighter as dense qi gathered, humming softly beneath their palms.
I placed my right hand against Lingyu's body, my left against Lingxue's, touching them firmly yet patiently. Qi flowed at my command, warm currents spreading outward from my Thick Dao Tool, traveling through their arms and into their bodies.
Lingyu shivered as the energy traced unfamiliar paths, meridians loosening under the steady circulation. Lingxue inhaled sharply, then steadied herself, allowing the qi to move deeper, opening channels that had long remained dormant.
Sensing the steadiness of their breathing and the way their auras had fully opened to my control, I knew both Lingyu and Lingxue were ready.
I insert my Thick Dao Tool into Lingyu first. At my guidance, movement intensified as I aligned it with her flow, directing the gathered qi inward.
The energy slipped smoothly into her circulation, spreading deep through her channels, washing over each meridian with deliberate precision. Lingyu trembled softly, lips parted as the qi cleansed and widened her pathways, dissolving the last traces of resistance.
Then her aura quivered. Inside her, countless Milky Dao Seeds released from my Thick Dao Tool, condensed and bloomed, stable, radiant, absolute. As it settled, her cultivation locked firmly into place, and the bond formed without hesitation. Loyalty and submission etched themselves into her heart, not as force, but as an unshakable truth she instinctively accepted.
I did not pause.
This time, Lingxue, my movement was slower, gentler, drawing out the process. I inserted my Thick Dao Tool seamlessly into her. I led the qi carefully through her body, spiraling it through newly opened channels, coaxing dormant meridians awake one by one. Her breaths grew deeper as the flow intensified, her aura brightening as the circulation reached its peak.
Then all of a sudden, thick Milky Dao Seeds released inside Lingxue from my Thick Dao Tool, forming cleanly, powerfully, anchoring itself into her foundation. The bond sealed in the same instant, loyalty and submission intertwining naturally with her cultivation path, irrevocable and complete.
The water settled once more, steam drifting lazily around us, but none of the three showed any sign of retreat.
Meiyun, Lingyu, and Lingxue remained close, their auras still open, breaths warm and expectant.
Without hesitation, I guided my Thick Dao Tool again, drawing all three of them into a second cycle. This time, the flow was broader, more demanding, my Thick Dao Tool moving simultaneously, first into Meiyun, next Lingyu, and Lingxue last, weaving their circulations together beneath my control.
Each insertion of my Thick Dao Tool refined them further. The insertion repeated again and again, deepening the bond already carved into their hearts, reinforcing loyalty, submission, and harmony until it became instinct rather than thought.
With every circulation, every cycle, my Thick Dao Tool discharge Milky Dao Seeds countless of time, inside all of them until their foundations could accept no more. Qi flowed ceaselessly, weaving loyalty, harmony, and submission ever more firmly into their hearts.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
By the time midnight arrived and the lamps dimmed to embers, all three had been refined to their limits, fully settled and stabilized, their paths completely bound to mine.
Their bodies were spent, auras calm and obedient.
I gathered them one by one, lifting them carefully from the cooling spirit water, and carried them into the inner chamber. As they rested beside me, breathing soft and even, steam still clinging to their skin, the master room fell silent, marking the end of a night of cultivation none of us would soon forget.