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🕑 Added 2025-08-16 21:38:17 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World's Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 46
Just as I was still in shock at seeing both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law soaking in a bath full of semen, a lazy yawn suddenly echoed in my mind, as if a woman had just woken up.
I listened carefully. The voice was familiar and husky it was the Earth Immortal.
She said languidly, "That sleep was so comfortable."
"Senior Earth Immortal..." I replied softly.
"This little guy, your magic artifact is really something... That green energy pops up from time to time. I absorbed quite a bit of it a few days ago," she said casually.
Hearing this, I frowned slightly, suddenly recalling that a few days ago, Mother had been stuck to Old Hao all the time, and my ring had shown no activity. I’d thought nothing had happened.
Turns out the green energy had been absorbed by the Earth Immortal, blocking the signal that would have alerted me.
"Kid, let me out," the Earth Immortal's voice sounded again.
I tried to connect to the ring with my mind, and a black liquid seeped out from the ring, slowly congealing in front of me.
The liquid writhed, moving like a living thing, its color gradually lightening, until finally, a completely naked woman stood before me.
Honestly, she was beautiful. Her skin was smooth as cream, her figure slender, her full breasts trembling slightly, her waist so thin it looked like it could break with a squeeze, and her long, ink-black hair cascading over her shoulders.
But right now, I was exhausted from just having ejaculated. I couldn't muster any desire, even with her naked body before me.
Still, it didn't hurt to enjoy the view. My gaze lingered on her, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of my mouth.
The Earth Immortal blushed under my stare, her tone a bit awkward: "What are you looking at..."
"Senior, it's not like I haven't seen it before." I spread my hands, speaking lightly.
Inside the ring, she was always like this, but this was the first time face-to-face. Her deep eyes flashed with a trace of shyness, clearly a bit unaccustomed.
The Earth Immortal was about to say something when heavy footsteps sounded in the distance.
I turned to look it was Wang Zheng.
The Earth Immortal glanced at him, her figure flickered, and she instantly turned into black liquid, slithering along the ground and disappearing toward the room.
That old virgin sure runs fast no, not a virgin anymore...
"Commander Wang..." I greeted.
Wang Zheng walked up to me, his over two-meter-tall frame exuding an invisible pressure, broad shoulders blocking half the moonlight, his muscular body bulging under his single-layered robe.
I looked up, speaking calmly, "If this is about Lingxi, there's no need to talk to me."
Wang Zheng was stunned, as if his words were stuck in his throat. His lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.
I looked at him, my tone turning more sincere: "I like her, so as long as she's happy, that's all that matters. There's nothing else to discuss."
I could sense Wang Zheng's tension ease, a flash of excitement and relief in his eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed, as if long-suppressed emotions had finally found an outlet.
I turned away, planning to continue peeping on Mother and Lingxi, to see what the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were plotting.
But behind me, Wang Zheng's deep voice called out, "Young Master Lin."
I turned back, curious. "What is it?"
Wang Zheng took out a Longevity Pill, the one Lingxi had given him. He said quietly, "The princess gave this to me, but I don't need it for now."
I glanced at it and replied blandly, "Then keep it. It's Lingxi's token of affection."
"I... I know..." Wang Zheng hesitated, his tone uncertain. "Actually, I wanted to ask if I can give this pill to someone else."
"No." At his words, a surge of anger rose in me, my brow furrowing. I felt Wang Zheng was being ungrateful.
Lingxi's token of affection, and he wanted to give it away?
"No... Young Master Lin, please listen." Wang Zheng hurried to explain, his tone urgent. "My vitality hasn't started to decline yet, so I don't need it for now. But my master and the older barbarian soldiers need these pills more than I do."
I looked at him coldly, thinking, that's their business, not mine. Besides, this was Lingxi's token how could he just give it away?
But as I was about to speak, I paused. A thought flashed through my mind if those aging barbarian soldiers regained their strength, could they be used by me? I narrowed my eyes, reconsidering him.
"Young Master Lin, if you could provide a certain number of pills, they would certainly serve you. That way..." Wang Zheng noticed my change in expression and pressed his point, his tone probing.
Just as I expected.
I asked quietly, "Your master is also a barbarian soldier?"
"Yes..." Wang Zheng nodded, his eyes serious. "He was the previous commander of the capital's barbarian soldiers."
The previous commander?
If I could use the Longevity Pills to win over the capital's barbarian forces, my heart stirred. My gaze fell on the pill in Wang Zheng's hand. "But you can't leave here..."
I looked at Wang Zheng, my tone calm but firm.
I couldn't risk letting him go after all, he was just a barbarian I'd only known a few days, and even if he'd saved Lingxi, I couldn't gamble everyone's safety.
Wang Zheng clearly understood my concern and nodded, saying quietly, "I can write to my master and have them secretly come to the town at the foot of the mountain. No one will notice."
His tone was steady, his eyes earnest.
He paused, then added, "And I won't reveal that the pills come from you."
Wang Zheng lowered his eyes, as if carefully choosing his words to avoid crossing my line.
I lowered my head and thought for a moment. If I could use Wang Zheng's connections, using the Longevity Pills as bait to slowly win over the barbarian forces, it would be a good deal.
The barbarians' fighting power was not to be underestimated. If I could use them, it would be a powerful trump card.
I nodded, my gaze returning to Wang Zheng: "Fine. But let me see the letter first, and you can't deliver it yourself."
Wang Zheng agreed without hesitation: "Alright."
"Wang, so this is where you are." In the distance, Eldest Senior Brother's rough voice called out. I turned to see Eldest Senior Brother Qingzhu and Second Senior Brother Qingshan walking side by side.
In the moonlight, their figures were as sturdy as mountains, their steps steady.
"Junior Brother is here too," Second Senior Brother saw me behind Wang Zheng, grinned, and waved.
Wang Zheng cupped his hands in greeting, his expression still calm.
"We just went to your room to look for you, but you weren't there. Qingzhu and I wanted to spar with you," Eldest Senior Brother laughed, his eyes flashing with anticipation.
At the word "spar," my interest was piqued. I smiled and suggested, "How about letting me join in?"
Eldest Senior Brother waved his hand, chuckling, "Junior Brother, how could we fight you? What if you get hurt?"
His tone was doting, clearly not taking me seriously.
I smiled, thinking, time to show off.
Eldest and Second Senior Brothers didn't really know my true strength. Of the three, only Wang Zheng had seen me fight the Longevity Sect's deputy leader at Tianxiang House.
I glanced at Wang Zheng, a smirk on my lips.
Wang Zheng looked uncomfortable, his gaze evasive.
He had seen me go head-to-head with the Longevity Sect's deputy leader, Ye Canglan. Though I'd been injured, it was enough to impress anyone.
His silence made me want to show off even more.
Unable to hold back my urge to show off, I said lightly, "Come on, all three of you together. Let me see if you've improved these past days."
I put my hands behind my back, looking supremely confident.
Wang Zheng, seeing my enthusiasm, didn't want to spoil my mood. He cupped his hands and said, "Then, Young Master Lin, please go easy." With that, he didn't hesitate, sinking his body and charging at me.
Eldest and Second Senior Brothers were stunned, not reacting in time.
Wang Zheng was fast, his over-two-meter frame pouncing like a tiger. I sidestepped, dodging his punch, and casually swung my palm.
A gust of wind shot out, Wang Zheng crossed his arms to block, but was still sent flying several meters, landing heavily and kicking up dust.
Eldest and Second Senior Brothers stared, dumbfounded.
They hadn't expected that Wang Zheng, whose body was even stronger than theirs, would be sent flying by a single palm from me.
Eldest Senior Brother gulped, Second Senior Brother's eyes went from surprise to shock.
I looked at them, beckoned, and said blandly, "Come on."
Eldest Senior Brother came to his senses, scratched his head, and hesitated, "Junior Brother, be careful, we were just planning..."
I cut him off, my tone calm but a bit provocative, "Hurry up..."
I stood there, scanning the two, waiting for them to act.
Eldest and Second Senior Brothers exchanged glances, a faint white mist rising from their bodies as they suddenly vanished.
The next moment, two huge fists streaked toward me like meteors.
They were using "Qinghong," a movement skill from the Azure Sword Manual, so fast they left afterimages.
My mind stirred, and I instantly formed an invisible barrier in front of me. Two loud bangs sounded as their fists slammed into the barrier.
The white mist dispersed, and their figures reappeared, fists stopping half a foot from my face, eyes full of shock.
I didn't strike back, but withdrew my mind, praising lightly, "Not bad progress."
Eldest Senior Brother rubbed his fists, Second Senior Brother panted, the two exchanging glances, clearly surprised at how easily I'd blocked their combined attack.
I leaped back, a faint white mist rising around me as I used Qinghong, my voice calm but a bit provocative: "All together now." With that, I flickered, leaving an afterimage.
On the training ground, the sounds of bodies colliding and fists striking echoed through the night.
Under the moonlight, our figures crossed and separated, dust flying, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh stirring the blood.
After a few rounds, all three were left with black eyes and bruised faces.
I stood there, clapping my hands, feeling great.
Wang Zheng clutched his chest and staggered up, Eldest and Second Senior Brothers sat on the ground, panting like bellows.
Looking at their battered faces, I felt a surge of satisfaction.
In the moonlight, Eldest Senior Brother's face sported two huge black eyes, looking like a beaten panda, his swollen eyelids barely leaving room for his eyeballs, a trace of blood at his lips, grinning like a clown offstage.
Second Senior Brother was worse, his nose crooked to one side, as if someone had hammered it, stuffing cloth into his nostrils, his face full of "Junior Brother, you hit too hard" resentment.
Wang Zheng stood by, rubbing his numb arm, smiling wryly.
His gaze swept over the two senior brothers, lips twitching, as if mocking their recklessness and overconfidence.
Though he'd been beaten too, his sturdy body still stood, a helpless smile on his face.
On the way back to my room, I hummed a tune, feeling light on my feet.
I focused again, wanting to see what Mother and Lingxi were chatting about in the bath.
But the scene in my mind made me nearly stop in surprise at some point, the Earth Immortal had joined Mother and Lingxi in the cloudy, white bath of semen...
She probably... didn't know what was in there, right?
...
At this moment, the three women were chattering away in my mind, getting along well. The Earth Immortal had lost her initial sharp tongue.
The three chatted about everything from a thousand years ago to the present, topics leaping wildly, teasing each other, groping and laughing, the atmosphere ambiguous and relaxed.
I shook my head, closed the mental image, and returned to my room.
After the exercise on the training ground, beating Wang Zheng and the others black and blue, my mood was clear.
Having ejaculated several times today, I was a bit tired. I lay on my bed, eyelids heavy, and soon drifted off.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window lattice. I opened my eyes to find Lingxi curled up beside me, her soft body nestled in my arms, breathing light as a feather.
I turned over and hugged her tightly, my hands roaming her delicate skin, kneading that softness.
Lingxi whimpered as I touched her, half-awake, her cheeks flushing with a rosy glow, charming enough to make one's heart race.
After getting up, I called everyone to the training ground to practice.
Facing an uncertain future, only strength brings peace of mind.
I stood by the field, watching everyone busy themselves, feeling more grounded.
Except for Mother and the Earth Immortal, everyone was at the training ground, some sitting cross-legged to exchange insights, others sparring.
The three I'd beaten black and blue yesterday had already recovered most of their bruises impressive resilience.
Looking at them, my interest was piqued again. "Come, let's spar again." Except for Wang Zheng, the two senior brothers really lacked combat experience. I planned to use sparring to hone myself and help them improve.
Sparring was the best way.
Eldest Senior Brother's face turned green at the suggestion, waving his hands, "Junior Brother... let's do something else, we still have to cook."
Second Senior Brother nodded, a shadow of yesterday's beating in his eyes.
I was unmoved, saying seriously, "If you fear battle like this, how will you protect your family in the future?"
That shut them up. Eldest Senior Brother scratched his head, Second Senior Brother hung his head, clearly convinced.
The four of us squared up, ready to fight again.
Lingxi stood on the side, her big, bright eyes watching, calling out, "Go, Husband! Go, Brother Wang! Go, Senior Brothers!" Her sweet, clear voice was like a spring breeze.
With my wife cheering, my heart swelled, a smile on my lips, my fighting spirit rising.
I struck first, toes tapping the ground, body moving like the wind toward the three...
The sounds of bodies colliding echoed on the training ground.
After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick...
All three lay on the ground, panting.
Wang Zheng clutched his chest, wheezing, while Eldest and Second Senior Brothers sprawled in the dust, eyes glazed, looking like two dazed dogs, utterly defeated.
"Husband is amazing..." Lingxi ran over, her petite figure like a spring swallow, hugging my arm.
Her big, bright eyes looked up at me, full of admiration, her soft body pressed to mine, with a faint fragrance.
Showing off in front of my wife nothing could feel better.
At that moment, I resolved to come to the training ground every day and beat them up. It would hone their combat skills and let me play the hero for Lingxi what's not to love?
Afterward, everyone sat together, chatting about the fight.
Wang Zheng rubbed his shoulder, muttering that he was still too slow. Eldest Senior Brother scratched his head, complaining he couldn't catch me. Second Senior Brother grumbled about his sore knees.
Lingxi sat beside me, chin in hand, listening intently, occasionally chiming in, "Husband, that move was so fast," making me smug all over again... Wait... so fast?
Before I could retort...
Suddenly, I sensed someone approaching. I turned to look, and then heard gulping beside me no, even I was swallowing hard. At that moment, Mother was slowly flying toward us in midair, her long black hair flowing, white long-sleeved shawl fluttering in the wind, the shawl wide and soft, snowy white, a striking contrast with her black hair.
On her chest, only a silver-white dudou clung tightly to her full breasts, the fabric thin as cicada wings, showing two dark protrusions. Below them, a jade pendant glimmered.
Mother wore no skirt or pants, only white silk panties. I never imagined that such plain, patternless white underwear on Mother would look like skin-tight athletic shorts, fiercely outlining her hot, beautiful curves.
Even more captivating, the stark contrast between the pure white panties and the black lace at her thighs, the boundary between white and black, the collision of purity and depth.
Looking further down, her black silk-clad legs were long and shapely, showing perfect curves. Under her slim ankles, her black-silk-wrapped feet curled slightly, standing on a silver-white flying sword.
At that moment, Mother in the sky, between black and white, was like an ink painting, exuding an intense aura of desire.
