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🕑 Added 2025-08-10 00:29:49 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 38
I tried to summon the Earth Immortal the same way I summoned the Immortal-Slaying Sword, feeling the familiar flow of energy at my fingertips. Sure enough, a thread of black liquid slowly seeped from the ring, snaking through the air.
“Senior, does what you said before still count?” I asked tentatively, my gaze following the movement of the black water.
The black water hovered in the air for a while before settling on the ground not far away.
Soon, the Earth Immortal’s figure began to appear, though still in a liquid state.
“You actually possess such a treasure…” Her voice carried a trace of amazement. “No wonder I could never find an exit. So I was trapped in…”
I noticed her black-water form seemed different from before, more solid.
Sensing my gaze, she snorted softly: “Stop staring. It’s all because your treasure is too special.”
“Senior, I’m asking you something.” I said, a bit helpless.
“Of course it counts.” She finally gave a clear answer, her black-water form wriggling gently on the ground. “Once you gather all the materials, you can come to me anytime.”
Before she finished speaking, her figure began to blur. Before I could react, the black water slipped into the ring and disappeared.
It seemed that during her extreme excitement yesterday, her consciousness had a brief blank, and my ring happened to touch her, pulling her inside. That was the only explanation I could think of.
Since she chose to stay in the ring for now, I didn’t interfere. Judging by her behavior, she seemed quite satisfied with her new home.
I stood up and began to dress. Today’s schedule was tight I had to hurry and execute my plan.
Suddenly I heard rustling behind me. Turning around, I saw Mother watching everything with great interest.
“Hmph~” Mother looked at me meaningfully and sent a message: “Son, what’s going on?”
I told her my analysis, and that the Earth Immortal was actually a millennium-old maiden.
Mother couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Son, don’t say it out loud if you provoke her again, she might not cooperate in the future.”
“Hahahahaha.” Mother’s laughter echoed in my mind. “Alright, alright, when the chance comes, I’ll have some fun teasing her.”
“Okay,” I said, patting my neatly dressed clothes, “time to go.”
Lingxi was already dressed in her spare clothes, waiting at the door. Gone was the youthful college-girl outfit now she wore a beautiful white belted long dress, her hair in a high ponytail, looking every bit the valiant heroine. Her demeanor had returned to its usual restraint, as if last night’s wildness had never happened.
But I knew well what kind of passionate heart was hidden beneath that dignified exterior.
Mother followed behind me, deliberately brushing her chest against my arm.
“Your Second Senior Brother has good taste.”
Indeed, Lingxi’s clothes were all custom-made after Second Senior Brother took her measurements. Remembering that fitting, I realized my lower body had no reaction. I shook my head desire is like a runaway train…
It makes your tastes heavier without you noticing…
The carriage rolled south. At the market outside Wumian Great Wall, I bought materials but not too much, wary of drawing attention. After passing through the wall, we reached the nearest city. Outside the city, I called to Old Hao.
Old Hao was momentarily stunned when I called him Uncle Hao. “Wh-what is it?”
“You, Mother, and Lingxi shouldn’t enter the city. You three go back to the sect first.”
Before Old Hao could reply, Mother anxiously said, “Why separate?”
“Mom, this is important. The more people, the bigger the target. You three go first. Senior Brothers and I can handle the rest.”
Seeing my determined gaze, Mother didn’t insist. “We’ll wait for you in the next nearest city. If anything happens, let me know right away.”
“Alright, that works. If you’re in danger, I can get to you quickly…”
“Silly boy, worried about me?” Mother tapped my nose. “I have the best husband to protect me.”
She then hugged Old Hao’s arm, rubbing him with her soft chest.
I watched as Old Hao drove the carriage south with Mother and Lingxi, then took a deep breath. “Senior Brothers, let’s begin.”
On the way into the city, I told my Senior Brothers what happened at the last tournament how the Longevity Sect’s vice-master had humiliated Mother, and how, if not for Old Hao, who knows what might have happened. Of course, I didn’t tell them Old Hao was the main cause. If these loyal disciples knew their Mistress had been bullied, it would be a disaster.
“Junior Brother, you decide,” Senior Brother said, face red with anger. “We’ll do whatever you say.” Second Senior Brother agreed.
“My plan is this: your builds are similar to the imperial barbarians, so if you two appear, most will think you’re barbarians.” I continued, “We’ll buy the rest of the herbs, then go to a bookshop and have scribes copy the Longevity Technique. Once the herbs are ready and the pills made, we’ll distribute both at night. The scribes will remember this is the top sect’s cultivation method, and word will spread. Your builds will mislead the Longevity Sect’s investigation.”
The brothers nodded. “Alright, let’s do it.”
“Get some clothes to cover your faces. Buy the herbs, bring them to me, then go to the bookshop. Try to finish in a day. After we distribute everything, we’ll head to the next city and repeat. By the time the Longevity Sect reacts, it’ll be days later.”
“Got it, let’s go.”
We set a time and place to meet. Soon, the brothers returned with the herbs and went to the bookshop. I stored the herbs in my ring, where the Earth Immortal prepared the Longevity Pills according to my secret recipe.
That night, the brothers brought back the copied booklets, and the Earth Immortal told me the pills were ready and there were many more than I expected.
“You underestimate me. If things were as you think, tsk tsk…” the Earth Immortal said disdainfully in my mind.
“Alright, Earth Immortal, you’re the best.”
“Of course… Hey kid, can you take the Immortal-Slaying Sword out of here? Stop keeping it with me.”
The sword always hovered near the Earth Immortal, but without my command, it just floated around her like a guardian. For her, though, it was terrifying.
“It’s too conspicuous. It won’t hurt you without my order. Just treat it as your protective artifact.”
“Hmph…”
Night.
My brothers and I picked dozens of households and tossed the Longevity Technique and pills in through their windows. For safety, we didn’t stay at inns, hiding instead to avoid leaving clues. At dawn, we left the city, hurried to the next town, and told Mother to keep heading south. Since there were so many pills each time, we saved a lot of time and quickly finished several towns.
“Son, the capital is just ahead. Let’s go there for a stroll.”
These days, my brothers and I followed the plan, with no sign of the Longevity Sect reacting. It seemed they’d grown complacent.
“Mom, let’s not go. Safety first. If you want to go, listen to Old Hao.”
“Okay. You be careful too.”
“Mm.”
We kept going, and I kept thinking about one thing: why did Mother and I transmigrate to this world? The Beast Desire Technique and Divine Stone aside, what about the Immortal-Slaying Sword? I’d thought it was just a hilt, until I met the Earth Immortal and the sword. Was I meant to slay immortals? The Longevity Sect stopped cultivators from ascending if there really were immortals, would I have to use the sword on them? Would immortals from the heavens return to this world?
Sigh, I didn’t want to face world or human crises. I just wanted to live here with Mother. But it seemed everything had been arranged long ago. I shook my head and decided to focus on improving my strength. After consulting Old Hao about the Destiny Knowing realm and experiencing that strange state again, I knew I’d touched Destiny Knowing, and Old Hao confirmed it. He said I had one foot in, but as for the other, only I would know when and how to step in. Destiny Knowing… Destiny Knowing… The key was, I didn’t know yet…
…
At night, the ring sent a trickle of energy, signaling something was happening with Mother. I focused, and a scene appeared in my mind…
What I saw shocked me. It was a lavishly decorated hall, lanterns hanging everywhere, the air thick with wine and perfume.
Palace lanterns lit up the space, shadows dancing. Countless diners sat around redwood tables, most in fine clothes, drinking and laughing.
My gaze quickly found Mother, Lingxi, and Old Hao at a table near the corner.
On stage, several dancers in semi-transparent gauze swayed to the drums, their bodies barely concealed, drawing cheers from the crowd.
Where was this? Was it Tianxiang Brothel? Had Old Hao taken Mother and Lingxi to a brothel?
That old bastard…
No, probably not Old Hao’s idea…
Most likely Mother’s. I remembered last time in the capital, she’d wanted to look inside, but it wasn’t safe then.
Now, with Old Hao there, nothing should happen. But why did the ring “alert” me?
I watched, shifting the scene. I saw Mother’s hand stroking Old Hao’s crotch under the table:
“You get this excited over those painted hussies?”
Mother looked a little jealous, making Old Hao awkward. “No… it’s you… you and Lingxi are too beautiful, especially in those…”
“That’s better… Wait… you old lecher, still thinking about your daughter-in-law…” Mother grinned mischievously, giving him a squeeze.
Hmm? What were Mother and Lingxi wearing? Their clothes looked unchanged.
Looking closer, I saw both had black stockings on their calves. Could it be…
Does this world really have stockings?
Or something very similar?
So Mother wanted to visit the capital to see if Tianxiang Embroidery Shop had them?
She must have remembered when I mentioned stockings before. That warmed my heart.
Mother didn’t let up, slowly stroking Old Hao’s hard-on under his pants. Old Hao kept glancing at the stage.
Mother caught this instantly. “Like what you see?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
“N-no…” Old Hao stammered, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to change the subject.
Mother leaned in, nearly pressing her chest to his, lips parting: “Then why do your eyes keep wandering?”
“I won’t look anymore…” Old Hao lowered his head, only to see Mother’s stockinged foot swinging under the table, and he forgot to look away.
“Ehehe,” Mother giggled, running her finger along his jaw, making him look up. “Want me to dance? I guarantee it’ll be better than those cheap showgirls.”
“Okay…” Old Hao blurted, then realized what he’d said and shut his mouth.
“How about I go up and dance?” Mother tilted her head, eyes sparkling mischievously, her foot rubbing his leg.
“Ah?…” Old Hao’s eyes widened, Adam’s apple bobbing.
Mother, pleased by his reaction, traced his hard-on through his pants. “Ehehe, you’re even harder now… you wouldn’t…”
“No, no…” Old Hao was sweating, barely able to speak.
Watching him, I laughed to myself. He was completely under Mother’s spell.
Wait… did Mother just say…
Could Old Hao also…?
No way…
And Mother was really thinking of going up to dance. I knew if she wanted to, Old Hao wouldn’t stop her. With him there, I wasn’t worried about safety.
Actually, that made it even more exciting…
I kept “watching.” “If I dance, it’ll be better than theirs…” Mother teased, still stroking Old Hao.
“With Xiao Lu not here, it’s… not right…” Old Hao mumbled, but his eyes kept drifting to the stage.
“Heh,” Mother snorted. “I’m his mom, not his wife. Besides…” She stroked harder. “If that brat were here, he’d probably love to see me dance.”
Old Hao was speechless, gulping wine. “Anyway… even if you don’t agree, your brother seems to like the idea.” Mother stroked him again.
The sudden stimulation made Old Hao shudder, almost choking on his drink. Lingxi blushed but couldn’t help giggling.
Mother, seeing Lingxi’s reaction, kept going:
“Don’t you think doing naughty things behind Xiao Lu’s back is extra exciting?” She glanced slyly at Lingxi. “Isn’t that right, daughter-in-law?”
Lingxi’s face turned beet red: “Oh, mother-in-law, how would I know…”
“Then why are you blushing? Is it shyness or excitement?”
“N-no.” Lingxi blushed even more.
Mother stopped teasing Lingxi, looking around the crowd, lost in thought…
Was she remembering the first time her brothers accidentally saw her privates?
Or the heat she felt being exposed during the tournament?
No one knew, not even me, but I could sense Mother was barely holding back. She produced a veil from somewhere, put it on, and slipped through the crowd. As the dancers left the stage, Mother leapt up. Her fringed skirt and black stockings drew gasps from the men. She signaled the band, who didn’t care who she was after all, she wore the “Fairy Lingerie” and “black stockings” that courtesans often wore to entertain guests.
I held my breath, watching her every move. Mother stood center stage, her veil hiding her face but not her captivating eyes.
She slowly raised her hands as if cradling a treasure.
Boom the drum sounded, and Mother began her dance.
Her movements weren’t flamboyant, but carried an elegant charm. Each turn and lift perfectly displayed her graceful figure. Her full breasts quivered under the thin fabric with every step. Her waist was astonishingly flexible, twisting in ways that amazed but never seemed vulgar.
Suddenly, the drums quickened. Mother’s dance became more passionate. Her hands roamed her body, seemingly igniting the crowd’s desire.
Her crossed legs spun, the black-stockinged calves showing off their beautiful lines. Each turn sent her skirt flying, revealing the lace at her thighs.
The crowd stared, some even drooling.
Lingxi covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers, just as entranced.
“Mother-in-law… so beautiful.”
Mother’s dance grew ever more seductive, her hands roaming her chest without ever actually undoing a button. Her waist twisted harder, and the stone inside her must have been giving her pleasure I could see a glimmer of moisture on her inner thighs.
The atmosphere heated up, people whispering:
“This girl’s dance is more seductive than any I’ve seen…”
“She’s wearing Fairy Lingerie…”
“Yeah, I know that outfit. Only courtesans wear it for special guests… I heard it can turn transparent.”
“Really? No way…”
Mother’s dance alternated between fast and slow, each move perfectly teasing the audience.
Her eyes swept over Old Hao, a sly smile on her lips.
Suddenly, the music stopped.
Mother struck a final pose, hands caressing her collarbone and sliding to her waist.
The hall fell silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting.
Then…
Someone shouted, “Miss, show us what that Fairy Lingerie really looks like!”
All eyes turned to the speaker, then back to Mother…
The stage and hall were deathly silent I could hear people swallowing.
Beneath her veil, Mother bit her lip, as if making a decision…
She slowly stroked up from her waist, over her full breasts, up her collarbone and neck, finally crossing her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest forward.
As she activated her technique, the “Fairy Lingerie” gradually turned transparent, revealing her creamy skin.
First, just a hint of shape, then her full, round breasts, and finally her erect nipples all on display for the crowd.
“Ah…” Mother let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushed under so many eyes.
Boom boom boom…
The drums pounded again, and Mother swayed to the rhythm.
Her hands stayed behind her head, making her movements even more enticing.
Her exposed breasts danced in the air, tracing a perfect infinity symbol.
The crowd erupted. Whistles, applause, and cheers filled the hall.
I heard someone say, “Now that’s real dancing!” and another, “So beautiful, tonight was worth it.”
Old Hao was completely stunned, mouth open, eyes glued to the stage. Lingxi, still covering her eyes, was surely peeking through her fingers.
Mother danced with abandon, her waist moving to the beat, the stone inside her rubbing her sensitive flesh. I could see her breathing quicken, her thighs trembling.
Then I noticed her eyes. Even behind the veil, they radiated confidence, pride, and a hint of lust.
She was reveling in the crowd’s gaze, and also expecting something…
The noise grew, but Mother seemed lost in her own world.
Her dance became ever more alluring, every inch of skin glowing under the lights.
Suddenly, her body started to tremble.
Her breathing grew ragged, her exposed breasts shaking violently.
Her legs squeezed together, then were forced apart by her dance.
“Ah… mm…” Mother’s moans mixed with the drums, yet stood out clearly.
I saw her belly begin to contract rhythmically the crowd’s gaze and the stone inside her must have been overwhelming.
Her juices flowed even more, trickling down her thighs, leaving clear trails on her black stockings.
The crowd noticed, whispering:
“Something’s off with that girl…”
“Look, her legs are shaking…”
“Is she…?”
Mother was completely lost in the thrill of public exposure.
Her nipples were as hard as grapes, bigger than before, trembling with every move. Her eyes grew hazy, mouth open, drool nearly dripping.
“Uh… ah…” Mother suddenly threw her head back, arching her waist, her huge breasts standing proud, nipples twitching. Her legs trembled uncontrollably at that moment, Mother reached a small orgasm in front of everyone.
The men below were dumbfounded, some even secretly stroking themselves.
Old Hao’s face was beet red as he watched.
“No way, she came just from showing her tits?”
“She definitely came, look at her shaking.”
“I can smell her scent.”
“Don’t listen to him, she doesn’t smell lewd at all. All I smell is sweetness.”
“Hahahaha…”
Lingxi blushed furiously, but her fingers unconsciously slid to her pussy, gently rubbing…
