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🕑 Added 2025-07-27 00:40:44 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 14
The handsome man stood with hands behind his back, facing the audience:
“Second Uncle, may I represent the Longevity Sect in this match?”
“Hahaha, so my dear nephew has returned. You’ve been away from home for so many years, and now you’re back, you don’t even come see your uncle first?”
“I just arrived in the capital not long ago. After paying respects at my mother’s grave, I rushed here and haven’t had a chance to visit you yet.”
“Hahaha, since my nephew wants to spar with Sword Immortal Lin, let’s begin. Let your uncle see if you’ve improved these years.”
Hearing their conversation, I turned to Daoist Qingxuan beside me. “Senior, do you know this man?”
Daoist Qingxuan’s face showed a flash of surprise. His eyes widened, staring at the man without blinking, lips moving as he said, “I know him. He’s Ye Wuhui.”
Hearing this name, my heart clenched.
Ye Wuhui... isn’t that the brother of Ye Wuhen, the one I deeply detest? I first learned this name from Ye Wuhen himself.
If I recall, Ye Wuhui liked my mother the one once known as the “Cold-Faced Sword Immortal.”
“Big Brother.” At that moment, Ye Wuhen looked at his suddenly-appearing brother with childlike joy, about to leap onto the stage. “Wuhen, sit down.”
Ye Wuhui glanced at his brother, waving him off.
Ye Wuhen, for once, obeyed and sat down quietly.
“He’s been missing for over a decade, and there’s been no news of him. Why appear now?” Daoist Qingxuan frowned, muttering his doubts. I looked toward the audience. The man who’d just spoken with Ye Wuhui must be the Longevity Sect’s deputy leader, Ye Canglan, his black robe exuding authority, his left sleeve empty and fluttering in the wind.
Suddenly, I saw a light white shadow silently leap onto the stage. Her flowing sleeves and gently swaying skirt revealed glimpses of her fair, beautiful legs.
Mother had gone up. But her aura had changed entirely her former warmth and approachability vanished, replaced by a presence that seemed to freeze the air. Her face was like ice, calm as water, yet chilling to the bone this was the awe-inspiring “Cold-Faced Sword Immortal” from buried memories.
“Son... son... I... I can’t control my body.” Mother’s urgent, anxious voice sounded in my mind.
“What’s happening?” I was shocked, staring at Mother on stage, fists clenched tight. What was going on?
My mind was in chaos, thoughts racing.
Had the “Cold-Faced Sword Immortal” returned? But why?
“Long time no see, Xiaorui.” Ye Wuhui stood in the arena, eyes full of endless tenderness, though deep down there seemed to be a trace of lingering regret.
His only answer was several fierce sword energies.
The sword energies cut through the air, but before they reached Ye Wuhui, they dissipated.
“I feel... seeing this face... I suddenly hate him. It’s as if because of this person... I lost someone I loved...” Mother’s voice sounded in my mind again. I frowned, pondering her words. From fangirling to sudden dislike her perception seemed altered...
Was it the “Cold-Faced Sword Immortal” who hated Ye Wuhui?
Could Father’s death be related to Ye Wuhui?
At this moment, both Mother and I had forgotten, or rather, even if we remembered, there was nothing we could do. Mother was wearing the so-called “Fairy Lewd Dress” seemingly dignified, but in reality...
Just now, as Mother channeled energy for a sword strike, the fabric at her chest faded from pure white, becoming lighter. Most noticeably, the raised points of her chest became visible, the fabric showing a distinct pink...
On stage, Mother kept swinging her sword, her expression incredulous why was her sword so weak, unable even to cut Ye Wuhui’s clothing, let alone harm him? Each swing made the fabric at her chest lighter, the outlines clearer. The silver waistband pushed her breasts up even more, and in the sunlight they looked even more alluring. The pink tips were already faintly visible, her nipples slightly erect.
“Son... the dress... that dress...”
“Mom, don’t panic, don’t panic.”
I was flustered too, but could only try to comfort her, even though I didn’t understand what was happening. “Am I seeing things? Why does Sword Immortal Lin’s dress look odd...”
“Yeah, I thought I was seeing things, but...”
I heard people whispering around me, but I ignored them, focusing on Mother, comforting her in my mind. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, her dress returned to normal, no longer transparent. But then a loud voice rang out:
“Nephew, why block everyone’s view in such an interesting match? Let us all see Sword Immortal Lin and have some fun.”
It was Ye Canglan’s voice. I sensed a transparent giant hand appear in the air. Though invisible, it felt solid. With a wave, the arena changed again. Now Mother’s chest was completely transparent, as if there was a big hole in her dress, exposing her ample breasts to the air. Her pink areolas and erect nipples swayed with every sword swing.
“Wait... I wasn’t seeing things... Why does that dress look so familiar?” someone in the crowd exclaimed. “Isn’t that what the prostitutes at Yunxiang House wear?”
That comment triggered a wave of discussion:
“Yeah! I recognize that style it’s the latest ‘Fairy Lewd Dress’ from Tianxiang Embroidery!”
“Haha, the sect leader is wearing such a slutty outfit must be unsatisfied!”
“Look at those two points on her chest, they’re hard maybe her son knows something...”
“Shh, keep your voice down. But look at those big tits, those pink nipples are sticking up she’s so slutty...”
Some people insulted Mother, glaring at me, but I didn’t care about them I only cared about Mother. “Son, Mom... this is so humiliating...”
If you ignored the situation, Mother was stunning. The silver waistband pushed her huge breasts up, making them perky and round, the nipples full and erect. But what was most striking was her cold eyes and indifferent expression no joy, no anger.
Mother had been lewd before, but only in private, with familiar people her senior brothers, Lingxi, Old Hao.
Now, exposed before nearly a hundred people, even Mother felt a sliver of fear...
On stage, the cold-faced Mother seemed to hear the crowd’s insults, and looked down, raising her left hand to cover her exposed breasts. But they were so full that the flesh spilled around her hand, though at least she covered the pink tips.
She remained expressionless, only a faint blush on her cheeks. In my mind, Mother’s voice came: “She finally noticed... whew...” Once her breasts were covered, her voice was less shaky.
Mother dropped her sword she must have realized it was useless against Ye Wuhui. She stared at her hand, and her fingernails visibly grew two or three inches long. Even her hair began to grow wildly. “Son... son... she’s... she...”
Mother’s voice now had a sob. “She’s activating the Beast Desire Technique.”
We’d been in this world for over a month. Mother had said the first stage of the Beast Desire Technique was nearly complete. She’d told me its features: a beast-like, powerful body and vigorous vitality, with the greatest abilities being assimilation and reproduction. Its attack power was a bit weaker, but in beast consciousness, the body itself is the strongest weapon. Now, Mother was clearly entering beast form mainly in hair and nails, not yet elsewhere...
Mother knew what the technique would do, and now, wearing the Fairy Lewd Dress, her feelings were conflicted some fear, some excitement, some shame...
One emotion always wins out. At this moment, Ye Wuhui looked regretful and pained he probably didn’t want Mother to endure this in public, but even he could barely handle his uncle Ye Canglan’s powerful spiritual pressure. Ye Canglan had been at the Destiny Knowing Realm for years.
On stage, two invisible spiritual forces clashed. Everyone could feel that if they were touched by it, the consequences would be dire. When two Destiny Knowing experts fought, everyone else was like an ant.
“Hahaha, nephew, you’ve reached Destiny Knowing too not bad for a Ye family genius. Come play with your uncle, don’t just focus on your old flame.”
Ye Canglan’s words confirmed everyone’s fears the Longevity Sect had two Destiny Knowing experts, or three counting the sect master in seclusion.
Luckily, the uncle and nephew seemed at odds, so other sects weren’t completely hopeless.
At that moment, a faint pink light surrounded Mother. She moved at incredible speed, as fast as my own “Azure Rainbow.” The lower-level cultivators could barely see her. Mother charged at Ye Wuhui, her huge breasts bouncing in snowy afterimages. Ye Wuhui, unable to dodge, was slashed across the chest by Mother’s claws, his clothes torn, blood flowing. Mother rushed to the other side, ready to attack again. As she stopped, someone in the crowd shouted:
“That slut isn’t even wearing panties I just saw a big white ass flash by!”
“I saw it too I thought I was seeing things. That Fairy Lewd Dress is all strips... That big white ass and legs amazing...”
“Yeah, better than the brothel’s courtesans...”
“Hahaha, maybe Sword Immortal Lin is actually a courtesan from a brothel.”
“Hahahaha...”
The crowd’s cruel taunts reached my ears and Mother’s too. With her speed and big movements, she was exposed even more shamefully.
“Hey, looks like there’s something stuck between Sword Immortal Lin’s legs...”
“I saw it too that bright green, no mistaking it.”
When Mother stopped at the edge of the stage, a few people nearby saw her clearly, just three or four meters away.
“I saw it, I saw it that thing is stuck in her slutty hole, so lewd.”
“Hahahaha...”
“Who’d have thought Sword Immortal Lin could fight so well with that thing inside so filthy.”
“Haha...”
“You haven’t seen the dirtiest part. I didn’t dare blink just now, her asshole looked like a blooming flower. When she pushed off, it went from a tiny coin to... this big.” The man made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. “Hahaha... so big, she must have taken a lot there.”
Hearing these insults, I felt no excitement only anger. But exhausted as I was, I couldn’t do anything. The energy from my ring flowed again, healing my body, easing the pain, and restoring some strength. “Son... help me... I can’t... I’m losing control...” Mother’s voice was tearful. The shame was breaking her down. The insults made her feel hot, her cheeks burning, and even... the movement in her honey hole sped up. The soft flesh inside her honey hole clung to the jade phallus, writhing and crawling, trying to swallow it deeper.
“Nephew, look at your old flame so slutty now. The whole arena is about to be flooded by her juices... hahahaha.”
Ye Wuhui’s spirit clashed with Ye Canglan’s. He looked pained not from the clash, nor from Mother’s wounds, but from regret, heartache, and sorrow. He only wanted to see her face, but never expected such a result.
She would never forgive him.
“Nephew, you should work hard and surpass your uncle soon. I’ll deal with this slut for you first.”
With that, Ye Canglan looked at Mother, who was still moving rapidly. A spiritual force trapped her, holding her still, then “grabbed” her hair like a toy and lifted her into the air. Then a spiritual strike hit her body, making her like a sandbag, punched again and again, most blows landing on her belly. Killing her would be easy for Ye Canglan, but he wanted to break Ye Wuhui’s heart.
I was furious, my eyes bloodshot, rage drowning my reason. I forced my spiritual power, used “Azure Rainbow,” and charged at Mother, but was blocked by an invisible wall.
Like a berserk beast, I roared and threw myself at the wall again and again.
Each collision brought bone-deep pain and fierce backlash. My shoulder’s clothes tore, skin split and bled, my body thrown back. But I twisted in the air, landed, and charged again, shouting, “Ye Canglan, fuck you! Fuck you!”
‘Ye Canglan, let go of my mother! I hope you die in misery!’
A different voice came from within me it was my green “Nascent Soul,” burning itself, fusing its power with my body. I felt endless energy, my shattered shoulder healing, then breaking again, then healing.
But this was the highest known power in this world how could I break through so easily?
Just as I was despairing...
A piece of jade fell to the ground with a crisp ring, water dripping from the air. Then, all the water in the arena turned into pink mist, spreading out...
Within a few breaths, the whole arena went eerily silent, only Ye Canglan’s laughter remained. Then he seemed to sense something wrong. Looking around, he saw everyone everyone staring at him, their faces cold, eyes fierce, as if they wanted to tear him apart. Even several Longevity Sect elders at the Dao Comprehension and Divine Transformation realms stared coldly.
“Oh?... Interesting...” Ye Canglan chuckled, tossing Mother to the ground. I felt the invisible wall vanish and rushed to catch her.
Those who’d seemed under mass control no longer glared at Ye Canglan. “Looks like this mother beast can’t be killed. If you kill the ‘queen’ of the herd, the whole pack will attack.”
What did Ye Canglan mean was it the Beast Desire Technique?
Did the pink mist control everyone?
No time to think. I grabbed Mother and hurried away. Weakly, she whispered, “The... the... spirit stone.”
I quickly picked up the fallen jade, holding Mother as we left. In my heart, I swore: Sooner or later, I’ll storm the Longevity Sect and kill Ye Canglan.
