Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2163 - 484: The Beautiful Mother’s Essence Drain 1

Yet Wang Yue was determined to go further. He possessed a unique advantage over everyone else: his Qi purity surpassed that of an ordinary martial artist by more than fifty times.

Superior Qi purity allowed for exquisite control. He could execute maneuvers that typical martial artists couldn't even fathom.

Disguise techniques seldom worked on bone structure for one clear reason: bones were essential. The marrow they contained served as the bedrock of human life. A single error or unintended crack could paralyze even the mightiest martial artist permanently.

Altering bone structure was deemed impossible. For a regular martial artist, attempting it was akin to fixing a delicate Swiss watch with crude, rusted pliers, or cooking a stir-fry with a high-tech excavator.

Throughout martial history, successes were rare, confined to reckless gamblers blessed with extraordinary fortune.

Wang Yue stood apart. His ultra-pure Qi turned those "clumsy pliers" into razor-sharp surgical instruments. Even if the full change failed, he could halt instantly without harming himself in the slightest.

His height had troubled him for ages. Regardless of the risks, he needed to attempt it.

Calming his thoughts, he concentrated his entire awareness on his left hand, initiating the reshaping of its bone and flesh cells.

The human body, whether flesh or bone, consists merely of cells. Yu Suxin’s Disguise technique employed Qi to adjust facial cells—expanding some, contracting others—to alter the outer appearance. Wang Yue aimed to induce uniform cell expansion throughout his left hand, enlarging bone and flesh in perfect proportion.

In theory, this was easier than facial reshaping. The issue was bones; no one dared risk it.

Thanks to his pristine Qi, it proved effortless. Within five minutes, Wang Yue’s left hand expanded by a whole size. It appeared mismatched against his body, yet the hand alone was flawless—proportions intact, just magnified uniformly.

Elated, Wang Yue extended the method across his whole form.

"Hahahaha!"

Thirty minutes on, Wang Yue unleashed a thunderous laugh.

From afar, his appearance remained unchanged—same physique, same face—but he now loomed at an imposing two meters tall. He resembled a colossal iron pillar, his garments ripping at the seams.

"Hehe, Auntie, just you wait till next time I grab you!" Wang Yue chuckled with a hint of lust. Then, his enormous body contracted. It shrank past his usual size, down to a diminutive 1.5 meters.

Expanding cells meant shrinking them was possible too.

He devoted the following half hour to tests, verifying he could freely adjust between 1.45 and 2 meters. Extremes brought discomfort, a challenge for later with higher cultivation and purer Qi.

For the moment, this sufficed. More than enough for dealing with his aunt.

Dawn still distant, he delved deeper into his powers. Cell density control and flight defined Transcendence Realm benefits. And cell mastery went beyond mere size.

All things stem from cells. Dominating them unlocked boundless potential—regrowing limbs, rebuilding organs, anything imaginable.

Barring a "foundational injury" like Yu Suxin’s that severed power access, harming a Transcendence expert permanently was nearly impossible. With Qi available, they regenerated from nearly any wound in moments.

Killing one required an instant devastating blow or sealing them in a no-escape zone to deplete their Qi entirely. Naturally, outpacing them—like Wang Yue via "Wind God Kick"—turned any battlefield inescapable for foes.

Body fully assessed, he shifted to techniques.

Pre-Transcendence, "Wind God Kick" felt somewhat ponderous. Now, it merged seamlessly with his form. Delay vanished, cultivation progress exploded. More practice, and "Great Completion" loomed near.

Any sub-Heaven-tier technique flowed effortlessly now, even neglected ones.

This underscored why cultivation underpinned all. Lesser martial artists fixated on techniques due to sluggish progress; they needed skill mastery to compete. Wang Yue and his women faced no such limits.

Effort still paid off, though. "Great Completion" ensured flawless Qi flow; battle-ready instincts demanded relentless drilling. His women understood. Despite swift gains, they trained fiercer than before.

Three years of intense "bedroom toil" forged their self-reliance; they refused to depend wholly on a powerful man.

Among techniques, Wang Yue prized not the Heaven-tier kick highest, but his longtime ace: "Eight-Stage Great Gale."

Disappointingly, despite shattering the 50x Qi purity threshold, rotations stayed at nine. Speed edged up—from 0.05 to 0.04 seconds—but that tiny gain changed little.

Opponents too slow for 0.04 seconds fell to basics. Those needing full power dodged it anyway. It stayed ideal for ambushes or shattering unyielding targets.

As dawn lightened the sky, he headed back to Jinling, a trace of reluctance lingering.

Merely dozens of miles out, he halted abruptly, peering at the river beneath. Three three-hundred-meter ships cruised westward in V-formation.

Ships on the Yangtze were commonplace. Uncommon was nighttime travel in pitch blackness—no lights aboard. They evoked spectral vessels.

Pirates!

That thought struck first. Only pirates skulked so stealthily, dreading detection. Wang Yue despised pirates utterly. Encountered, they wouldn't escape.

Caution prevailed. To avoid mistakes, he scanned with divine sense.

Verification: pirate ships from a secret lair, outbound for plunder, empty of cargo or captives.

No bystanders at risk, Wang Yue hovered overhead and struck with a fist.

"Eight-Stage Great Gale!"

Power restrained. Qi spun seven rotations before release. Even at Mortal-Shedding peak, max force caused spectacle; now vastly mightier, it would be nuking ants.

Shore just 200km away—excessive force risked tsunami devastation.

The toned-down strike overwhelmed regardless.

BOOM!

Fist slammed river amidships. A colossal blast shattered the tranquility. Shockwave birthed a watery barrier, capsizing the behemoths like playthings.

A thousand-meter-wide, hundreds-deep chasm yawned in the riverbed.

Moments later, waters surged back, spawning a vortex that dragged the wrecked hulls under. No subs, they crumpled under pressure. Hulls might endure, but crews perished utterly.