Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2172 - 493: The Bond of Blood 1

Wang Yue lounged inside a compact aircraft, his eyes shut tight, giving his mind a much-needed break.

In the previous seven days, the opening three had been a wild, uninterrupted frenzy of raw sex with his mother, hidden away from the world. Throughout those days, they never parted for even a moment. Meals, sleep, or simple tasks around the house—they remained intimately connected the entire time.

Su Mengyan summed it up perfectly: her son’s cock and her pussy had basically merged into one.

Each time his mother’s endurance faded, Wang Yue channeled his inner energy to rejuvenate her cells, sparking her back to full vitality so the marathon could continue. Whatever inner energy he poured into her was seamlessly restored through their intense dual cultivation.

Throughout this period, Wang Yue realized his mother’s Yin energy regenerated at a rate tenfold quicker than that of any other woman he had encountered.

Dual cultivation with his own birth mother already outshone sessions with others, but her lightning-fast recovery made them the perfect pair for cultivation supremacy.

The sole drawback came from constantly expending his energy to keep his mother energized for more; his own cultivation progress stalled somewhat—though his energy grew denser and purer.

Su Mengyan, however, shattered through barriers completely. Pounded relentlessly by her son, her cultivation exploded upward, propelling her to the pinnacle of the Mortal Shedding Realm.

Crossing from Mortal Shedding into the Transcendence Realm posed a colossal challenge, demanding she build up substantial power first before attempting the breakthrough.

With his mother finally sated, Wang Yue devoted a full day to tending to the other women back home. The following three days went toward consoling his grandmother’s kin and the rest of his lovers.

His main goal being to ease their pent-up desires and bodily cravings, he held back his fresh “adjustable size” technique from them—not even sharing it with his aunt. He saw it as a private move for intimate, teasing moments.

Regarding the “cell revitalization” ability, he reserved it solely for his mother. With so many women in his life, fulfilling their needs already consumed heaps of time. Reviving them all for extended romps would trap him in bed forever.

Now that Wang Yue had reached the Transcendence Realm, his women reaped massive gains from dual cultivating alongside him.

After just one session, their cultivations leaped forward, most breaking into the Return to Origin Realm. Only a handful lingered in the Heaven Element Realm.

Combining the three major families—excluding Wang Yue himself—these stunning women’s power could overwhelm titans like Tianhai’s Four Great Families.

Yet, the vast disparity in their realms meant Wang Yue harvested little from these encounters. His progress inched ahead, shifting from late-stage second level of Transcendence Realm to its peak.

Aware of his intentions, not one of his women attempted to detain him. Instead, they pushed him to hurry off and retrieve Su Mengchen without delay.

This journey was solo. Destination: a martial arts holy land teeming with potential Transcendence Realm foes. At such heights, even peak Su Mengyan offered scant aid, much less the others.

Though compact, the aircraft boasted upgrades from Yan Fangfei that elevated its speed and capabilities way beyond ordinary models. Fully autonomous too—input the coordinates, and Wang Yue could simply relax until touchdown.

Pre-spiritual recovery and global expansion, Nanjing to Kaifeng was a quick jaunt of mere hundreds of kilometers. These days, it stretched across tens of thousands.

The craft handled it effortlessly, blasting along at Mach 3. Barring interruptions, arrival loomed in fifteen to twenty hours.

Wang Yue refused to waste the flight; he scoured data on the Yang family. Regrettably, as a secretive “Martial Arts Holy Land,” scant details surfaced publicly. Not even a vague location online.

Out of options, he contacted Yu Suxin—via Li Yingying, since Yu Suxin stayed “incommunicado.”

Li Yingying delivered a thorough briefing on the Yangs. Queried on her deep knowledge, she shrugged it off as casual remarks from her master that she’d memorized verbatim.

Wang Yue couldn’t decide between amusement and exasperation.

Yu Suxin was no child; why the childish pouting and evasion?

Even so, respecting her unreadiness to confront him, he held his tongue. He merely asked Li Yingying to pass along his longing if her master “incidentally” reached out.

Truth be told, Yu Suxin’s intel was limited too. She pinpointed them near Kaifeng, but the precise spot fell to Wang Yue to uncover. Their might—number of Transcendence Realm experts—remained utter enigma.

Local rumors, though, she could share.

For example, the Yangs boasted an illustrious bloodline: direct heirs to the legendary “Yang Clan Generals” from the Song Dynasty.

Wang Yue dismissed that claim skeptically. Before spiritual recovery, ancestor-chasing fads exploded, with folks desperate to link to celebrities.

Fame drew hordes of same-surname claimants battling for ties.

Even Qin Hui’s villainous spawn boasted publicly.

Naturally, a glorious house like Tianbo Yang Manor attracted eager pretenders.

Wang Yue got the allure but rejected the hype. What value lay in storied forebears?

Confucius’s own lineage groveled through eras, kowtowing to rulers Han or barbarian alike.

Wilderness beyond cities brimmed with peril, yet the aircraft’s blistering pace and Wang Yue’s unmasked Transcendence Realm aura—blanketing miles—deterred all threats.

No macho clashes or contrived detours marred the trip. Over ten hours airborne, he touched down near Kaifeng flawlessly.

Arrival demanded stealth. Yang turf ahead, and with hostile intentions, alerting them prematurely spelled trouble.