Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2188 - 509: Sleeping Beauty 2

In the heat of combat, Wang Yue realized Xuan Ji’s Qi possessed only middling quality, yet his bodily durability was simply astonishing.

Depending purely on sheer physical might, this monk could stand toe-to-toe with nearly all cultivators shy of Phase 3 in the Transcendence Realm. Factor in his Qi, and even top Phase 3 experts would struggle to overpower him.

Dual cultivation of body and Qi!

Wang Yue felt a quiet envy. His own Qi was of such superior caliber that unleashing full power would overwhelm even a dual cultivator like Xuan Ji—yet what martial artist turns down extra strength?

Moreover, as the ultimate "alpha male," boasting a robust, tank-like build would only enhance his prowess between the sheets.

The clash dragged on past two hours. When exhaustion struck, they’d plunge to the water below for a breather and recovery, then leap back into action.

Wang Yue held back throughout, maintaining a perfect stalemate. After all, it was merely a friendly spar—no reason to fight dirty.

Plus, both lacked oversized egos; their bout was purely for honing skills, not glory.

Once satisfied after two hours, they returned but lingered outside, settling on the riverbank to chat casually.

Listening to Xuan Ji’s tale, Wang Yue saw the monk as a stroke of extreme luck. He’d begun as an ordinary monk, utterly clueless about martial arts even in his twenties.

At age twenty-five, fate led him into a "Secret Realm" by sheer chance.

From it, he gained a supreme Buddhist legacy plus vast rare treasures, propelling his cultivation to the Mortal Shedding Realm’s pinnacle.

Emerging, he fortuitously rescued Kaifeng from a monstrous sea beast assault. He stayed in the city for sixteen years thereafter, advancing to Phase 3 of the Transcendence Realm.

In truth, Xuan Ji’s youthful visage matched his forty-one years. A Phase 3 Transcendence master at that age would shine even among fabled Sacred Lands. He fell short of Wang Yue’s "sixteen-year-old genius" feat, but ranked as destiny’s "golden child."

Returning the favor openly, Wang Yue revealed his origins and probed about the Sacred Lands.

Yet for all his might, Xuan Ji remained ignorant of the world pre-Secret Realm and reclusive afterward.

He knew even less of the martial realm than Wang Yue. Querying him on Sacred Lands was futile as seeking guidance from the sightless.

The talk eventually shifted to their special abilities.

Wang Yue shared freely, explaining his pristine Qi stemmed from "dual cultivation" (the intimate variety). As a lifelong monk with no intent to stray, Xuan Ji firmly declined—despite Wang Yue’s offer to instruct.

However, regarding his body-Qi dual path, Xuan Ji stayed cryptic, urging Wang Yue to visit the temple and witness it firsthand.

Like the outward journey, Wang Yue scooped up Yang Cancan and soared back to Jingchan Temple. Beyond the main hall, only one chamber existed: Xuan Ji’s sleeping quarters.

Xuan Ji guided them in. No showcase of furnishings; he triggered a concealed mechanism on the wall. Amid floorboards’ deep groan, a hidden trapdoor revealed itself.

"A secret basement? Don’t tell me you’ve got a lady hidden down there, Master!" Wang Yue teased.

Xuan Ji’s expression grew tense. "Please, my friend, don’t joke like that!" he responded swiftly.

Wang Yue’s instincts flared. After time with Xuan Ji, he sensed the monk’s character well.

Though over forty and a top-tier expert, his thoughts were pure, his demeanor utterly relaxed.

Typically, bold jests would draw only laughter from him. Yet this "hidden woman" quip provoked such intensity—most peculiar.

Before probing further, they ventured into the hidden chamber.

A cramped space, barely thirteen feet across. Devoid of all but a lone bed, where a woman in flowing white silk reclined.

Did I guess right? Is this monk secretly keeping a lover below? Wang Yue pondered internally, then dismissed it. Xuan Ji didn’t fit that mold.

"She’s beautiful!" Yang Cancan exclaimed nearby.

Wang Yue, lost in bewilderment, hadn’t scrutinized her—until Cancan’s cry prompted a real glance.

Suddenly, he stiffened momentarily.

Indeed, she’s stunning.

Appearing late twenties, her complexion gleamed like fine jade, lips vividly scarlet.

Among women Wang Yue knew, solely his mother Su Mengyan might surpass her allure.

On his scale, she hit 95-plus—rivaling Su Mengyun or Su Mengqing effortlessly.

Beyond looks, her figure dazzled: around 5’7", with voluptuous curves evident even supine—at least G-cup. Slim waist, endless legs partially veiled by silk.

The epitome of a seductive ’big sister’!

Wang Yue mentally applauded her, then shot Xuan Ji a deeply skeptical gaze.

"Please don’t misunderstand. I share no ties with this woman. Or rather, not none, but not as you imagine..." Xuan Ji faltered, composure shattered.

Wang Yue’s brow furrowed. Xuan Ji spoke truth; denying romance meant none existed. But this flustered panic? Perhaps she’d disrupted his "Zen" despite restraint?

That seemed off too. At Xuan Ji’s realm, only Su Mengyan could truly unsettle him visually.

This beauty shone bright, yet trailed his mother—"near-flawless" versus absolute perfection.

Still, faith in the monk held. "Master, what’s truly going on?"

Xuan Ji drew a steadying breath, regaining poise. "I discovered her in that Secret Realm. Since first sight, she’s remained in profound slumber, never once awakening..."

"Wait," Wang Yue cut in. "So she’s stayed like this sixteen years minimum?"

"Correct. Sixteen years asleep. Her sole evolution: continued bodily development," Xuan Ji explained. "Initially, she was merely a girl."

What bizarre tale from another world?

Wang Yue reeled. Dormant over a decade, maturing onward, pristine form untouched by bedrest? Unbelievable.

"How does she sustain life? Some nutrient feed?" Yang Cancan queried, equally baffled.

Xuan Ji denied with a headshake. "No. A potent, enigmatic force within her body nourishes her. She requires none of my Qi to endure."

"That’s amazing," Cancan murmured.

Wang Yue felt less stunned—he’d traversed a Secret Realm and reborn, so a self-sustaining sleeper wasn’t wildest.

His focus: Xuan Ji’s purpose in showing her. "Is your bodily prowess linked to her?"

"Precisely," Xuan Ji affirmed. "She holds a peculiar gift.

When my Qi touches her, it evolves and rebounds into me, enhancing my physical resilience. Across sixteen years, my frame has toughened to match my cultivation."

Curiosity piqued Wang Yue. "You mentioned she doesn’t need your Qi. Why infuse her then?"

"That’s... tricky to describe. Experience it yourself," Xuan Ji urged, issuing a grave caution: "But stay vigilant. Guard your mind steadfastly!"

With a gesture, Xuan Ji withdrew the Qi shroud encasing the dormant beauty.