Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2162 - 483: A Goddess Descends to the Mortal Realm 2

Even though she held the advantage, that girl still resorted to such despicable tactics? It was utterly rage-inducing!

“Don’t let your mind be swayed!” the Master ordered sternly. “You’re no less talented than her. Besides, losing a duel like this is no big deal.”

Even as the Palace Mistress, Su Mengchen resembled a sulky little girl in front of her teacher.

“Master, I’m confident. I could have attempted a breakthrough in six months, but with this... distraction... forget six months, I won’t make it in a year.”

“It’s truly nothing serious. Don’t allow it to trouble you. Just view it as some extra flavor in your life,” the Master said smilingly. As the former Mistress, she possessed great wisdom and knew that “clearing the path is better than blocking it.”

With her disciple now immersed in mortal desires, she decided to let her comprehend it completely. “This is a basic human instinct. It’s called ‘Sex.’ You should learn a little about it.”

“Sex?” Su Mengchen echoed. She tapped her wrist-mounted communicator to search the term, but got no results.

“Use mine,” the Master said with an apologetic smile, offering her own device. To preserve Su Mengchen’s “purity,” the disciple’s communicator had been specially restricted from such content.

As a peak-stage Transcendence expert, Su Mengchen’s reading and comprehension speeds surpassed mortals. It took her little time to fully understand the topic.

But the more she read, the deeper her blush grew. She had actually...

And she had shared every intimate detail with her Master! Embarrassment made her want to vanish.

“Sexual desire is a universal instinct. No need for shame,” the Master said, sitting next to her. She whispered conspiratorially, “I’ll share a secret. Even I... sometimes handle it with my hands.”

“Master!” Su Mengchen exclaimed in shock. In her mind, her teacher was a perfect Goddess. But...

The Master smiled casually. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m human too, with the same instincts. You shouldn’t feel ashamed. If anyone should, it’s me and the elders for restricting you over an unattainable ideal.”

“No, I know you did it for my good,” Su Mengchen replied swiftly. Highly intelligent, she now saw their true motives. Even if mistaken, it came from care.

A small-minded person might resent it, but not Su Mengchen.

The woman smiled affectionately. “So next time it happens, just enjoy it. No pressure. Actually, the proper release could even boost your cultivation.”

Su Mengchen already sensed the change. After four releases, her mind and body felt much lighter. It would surely aid her future focus. She grinned. “Looks like the Battle Goddess girl accidentally did me a favor.”

Meanwhile...

Returning to Su Mengyan and her son. Though Wang Yue had repeatedly restored his mother’s vitality using his stored Yin Essence, that source wasn’t endless.

Much of it had elevated their cultivation levels. After hours of fervent “activity,” the Yin Essence finally depleted, and Su Mengyan hit her utter limit.

Gazing at his mother deep in exhausted slumber, Wang Yue brimmed with energy but knew further indulgence would harm her. Thus, he finally halted.

Yet upon stopping, he noticed another incredible phenomenon.

Even in profound sleep, her “little sister” gripped his rod tightly. The silken walls of her passage clung to him, twitching and pulsing with instinctive squeezes that kept massaging him relentlessly.

Thankfully, Wang Yue was a battle-hardened bedroom warrior with unbreakable stamina. Back in his novice days, her pussy’s unconscious suction would have broken him in moments.

A true kingdom-toppler, Wang Yue thought, labeling his mother thus.

He once believed tales of emperors squandering empires on a beauty were mere pretexts. But after his mother, he completely understood.

If legendary beauties matched her face, body, and pussy’s nonstop stimulation, he’d absolutely buy an emperor staying sheathed inside her forever.

Even Wang Yue’s iron will tempted him to remain lost in her eternally. What shot did a spineless emperor have? With such a temptress, who’d bother with kingdom matters?

Not everyone boasted Wang Yue’s physique—fucking daily without drain, strengthening further each time. Normal men would decay, guzzling tonics until health and realm collapsed.

A nest of tenderness is the grave of heroes. The ancients spoke true.

It demanded tremendous willpower for Wang Yue to extract himself. Inch by inch, he withdrew his rigid rod from her marvelous “steamed bun” mound.

He didn’t fear the “grave of heroes”—pressing matters awaited.

Through dual cultivation, his cultivation and Qi purity had smashed past old limits. Testing was crucial. With his mother asleep, perfect for a quick trial, returning before she awoke.

He covered her breathtaking, seductive body with a thin quilt. He must—her naked form eroded his resolve to depart.

Wang Yue slipped from her residence undetected. From the courtyard, he vaulted dozens of meters skyward, twisted midair, and shot southeast.

Pre-breakthrough, such jumps were physics-aided momentum shifts. Now, he truly flew—freely redirecting in air, faster than ground travel ever allowed.

This marked the Transcendence Realm’s signature.

Transcendence signified surpassing the ordinary. His vitality had transformed qualitatively; mortality shed. Flight was one mere benefit.

Wang Yue aimed to master this realm’s nuances. He picked the boundless Yangtze River as his testing grounds.

Though flight-capable, it mirrored the Returning-to-Origin Realm’s “Water-Treading” technique—finite duration.

At late-stage second level of Transcendence, he could sustain flight around thirty minutes before landing to recover.

Ample time. In under twenty minutes, he hit the Yangtze, plunging hundreds of kilometers inward.

He halted, landing solidly on the water’s surface. To him, it felt like firm earth—no Qi expended for stability.

Closing his eyes, he unleashed his body’s Qi fully.

Rumble!

Muffled thunder boomed from his core. Unmoved, he roiled the waters into towering waves.

From tiny fish to fearsome water beasts, all river denizens fled in panic from this peril. Even deep-water creatures, spared surface tumult, bolted away.

In moments, a ten-mile radius emptied of life. Pure, primal terror of superior vitality.

Wang Yue attuned calmly to his Qi, then balled a fist for a lazy air punch nearby.

BOOM!

Distant waters detonated like a huge bomb, hurling a water spout scores of meters high. Its plunge unleashed fresh savage waves.

Just a simple strike—no techniques, no skills.

Wang Yue compared inwardly. Now, he dwarfed his pre-breakthrough Mortal-Shedding peak by dozens of times.

Buffs had let him defeat Transcendence martial artists then.

Now breakthrough to late second-level Transcendence, his limits were incalculable. He’d need Transcendence foes to probe depths.

Transcendence Realm hid from secular eyes, ostensibly. Sparring partners scarce.

Yet no urgency. He headed to Yang family—a martial holy land—for his second aunt. Fights aplenty there.

For now, prioritizing Transcendence Realm “miracles” mastery.

Poised on water, eyes shut, he commenced “internal vision.”

Post-Transcendence, his inner control turned exquisitely precise. He perceived blood flow, Qi circulation, even single-cell motions.

Moreover, he gained bone manipulation ability.

This sparked a thought. With bone control, could he blend Disguise technique traits to alter his build?

Logic said no. The disguise art originated from Transcendence expert Yu Suxin. If body-changing viable, she’d have used it.