Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2140 - 461: A Ridiculous Idea 4

In the presence of his own women, Wang Yue felt no need for pretense. He addressed them frankly, "To be honest, I was nursing the exact same notion. I simply wasn't certain if they would be open to it."

Upon hearing this, the four of them brightened, trading their anxieties for radiant smiles. Zi Yun chuckled, "Oh, dismiss your worries about that. We have already conducted one-on-ones with every single one of them. Currently, three hundred and twenty-two sisters have committed to the plan. We have even commenced teaching them the foundations of dual-cultivation."

Wang Yue blinked, thoroughly astonished. He had not anticipated such thorough preparation—they had already completed all the heavy lifting and handled the recruitment process.

And three hundred and twenty-two? That figure far exceeded his expectations. He had estimated that convincing even forty or fifty women would be a significant success.

With the abundant primordial Yin Qi provided by so many women, he could easily reach the apex of the Mortal Shedding Realm—in fact, advancing directly into the Transcendence Realm was now a distinct possibility.

This was far more than a mere victory; it was a massive injection of power delivered straight to him.

"You girls have scored a massive win this time," Wang Yue remarked, grinning. "Tell me what you desire as a reward. If it is within human capability, it is yours."

The four women exchanged glances before one spoke up. "We do not require a reward. Just... come visit us more frequently, alright?"

"Count on it. I have no intention of abandoning you," Wang Yue promised. "Furthermore, stay vigilant. Identify women with strong character and genuine talent. Train them to assume your current responsibilities so you can return to my aunt’s side."

That statement truly touched them. Although they were managing a group of fifteen hundred and living in relative comfort on the submarine, they missed the high-stakes adventures they had shared with Su Mengqing. Being separated from their captain for so long had left them yearning for home.

Moreover, existence on a submarine is incredibly monotonous without a burning vendetta to keep one occupied as the new recruits had.

"In that case, I shall get things in motion," Hong Ling stated, forcing her unsteady legs to cooperate as she sat upright.

Wang Yue nodded. Processing over three hundred women—even at thirty minutes each—would take a solid six or seven days to complete.

Back home, his mother was anticipating their transition into a "real" couple, and he was eager to return to her.

Were it not for the fact that this cultivation boost was too advantageous to ignore, he would have already hurried back to Jinling.

He determined to delay teaching the Su Nu Gong (Plain Maiden Technique) to the recruits for the time being. It was a Mid-Grade Heaven-Tier manual—complex material that was far from "Beginner 101."

These women lacked a proper Cultivation foundation, so attempting to instruct them now would be akin to teaching advanced mathematics to infants. He would train Hong Ling’s core group first and allow them to manage the subsequent training for the others.

Nevertheless, it sparked an idea.

While Hong Ling was handling the arrangements, he used his communicator to copy every passage of the manual Li Yingying had provided. He sent a digital copy to all his women, with a specific note to his mother: ensure you have mastered this before I arrive home.

When the moment arrived, the synthesis of their emotional connection and the dual-cultivation boost would transform his mother’s first real experience into something transcendent.

Even throughout his time in Tianhai, he hadn't let a single day pass without speaking to her.

Yet, words are insufficient; the deeper their bond became, the more they craved physical intimacy.

They had even attempted "video sex" to alleviate the strain, but Su Mengyang’s gentle fingers were no replacement for her son’s presence. It was like attempting to soothe an itch through thick fabric—it only heightened their frustration.

After one trial, she had ceased, choosing instead to wait for his return to the "primary home" that had once nurtured him.

As he finished sending the message, his communication device chimed.

It was a notification from Zhang Hong. Li Yingying had been retrieved by her Master, and he had officially assumed leadership of the Zhang family.

With the Ancestor’s support and his own established reputation among the branch families, the transition proceeded without conflict.

Attached to the message was a digital scan of the Zhang family’s prized possession: the Peak-Grade Earth-Tier technique, Heaven-Shaking Palm.

With this, his excursion to Tianhai was an overwhelming success. His spoils included: one Low-Grade Heaven-Tier leg technique, one Peak-Grade Earth-Tier blade style, one Peak-Grade Earth-Tier palm style, control over one of the Four Great Families, a seductive lawyer aunt, a pair of innocent twin cousins, and one stunningly beautiful Transcendence Realm powerhouse.

Nevertheless, upon examining the Heaven-Shaking Palm he had been anticipating, he realized it did not align with his style. The name was fitting—it was grand and powerful—but the execution was slow.

Wang Yue did not require more raw force; his "Category 8 Hurricane" was already refined to a 0.05-second charge time with a 256x power multiplier.

That was arguably superior to some Heaven-Tier skills. But as he often noted, it does not matter how hard you strike if your target evades the blow.

Against inferior adversaries, he did not need it; against elite combatants, they were too swift to be struck by a slow-loading technique.

He sighed. Achieving further compression of his charge time was becoming difficult as his Qi grew more refined. Fortunately, a massive shortcut was standing right outside his door.

Hong Ling wasted no time. Moments later, the first woman arrived.

Upon seeing her, Wang Yue performed a double-take. He had rescued many women from those pirates, and while they were all attractive, they mostly blended together in his memory.

However, he remembered Zhuang Wenxian. She had been the very first to stand up and declare her intention to fight.

At the time, she had appeared to him as the classic "girl next door"—gentle, soft-spoken, the type of woman intended for a peaceful existence.

Observing her now, that gentleness remained at her core, yet it was fortified by a new, unwavering resolve. The combination of these traits produced a unique charisma.

What genuinely surprised him was that she was the first to volunteer for this duty.

Typically, a "traditional" woman like her values loyalty and stability above all. They usually avoid radical change.

And "career-driven" women? They prefer independence rather than relying on another. But the fusion of those two qualities in Zhuang Wenxian was magnetic.

"Come inside and take a seat," Wang Yue directed, gesturing toward a chair.

He felt a trace of awkwardness. This was his first time initiating this process with someone outside his "inner circle."

The session with the maid-servants did not count—he had been masked and detached. Facing her directly, he felt the tension.

Zhuang Wenxian sensed it as well. Although Hong Ling had prepared her, reality differed from theory.

She held no lingering guilt over her late husband—the version of Zhuang Wenxian that carried that burden had vanished when her family was slaughtered. She now possessed two singular objectives: ensure her daughter’s safety and eliminate every pirate she encountered.

She had realized early on that while striking down small crews was manageable, they were a liability when facing large armadas. Without the fifteen hundred civilians complicating matters, the four leaders could have inflicted far greater damage.

When Lu Bo informed her that a path to becoming a warrior and gaining strength existed—provided she surrendered herself to the Young Master—she did not hesitate.

They all owed Wang Yue their lives. If he had merely requested a favor, half the ship would have consented out of gratitude. The structured nature of the plan felt somewhat like joining an elite order—which explained why only three hundred-odd women signed up.

Zhuang Wenxian did not care if others viewed it as a cult. She no longer concerned herself with her own body. Her only focus was her daughter’s future and her personal vendetta.

That was the reason she stood at the head of the line.