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🕑 Added 2025-07-19 20:13:20 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife Chapter 2
The body of the mother in my arms was so hot it was shocking, as if she would burn me. I knew this was the effect of the operation of the Beast Desire Technique.
Mother opened her eyes, tears shimmering in them: “Baby... Mom feels so good... but also so ashamed...” Her voice carried a sobbing tone, “This bad thing, it’s driving Mom crazy...”
“Mom... why not rest for a day?” I said softly.
Mother gently shook her head, bit her lip lightly, her brows slightly furrowed, full of shyness. She lightly circled her finger on my chest, as if her little thoughts had been seen through, and her cheeks instantly became even redder. Mother secretly asked me in my arms: “Baby... just now, did you think Mom looked very indecent?”
“How could I?” I kissed her forehead. “In my eyes, Mom is always the most beautiful.”
A trace of sweetness flashed in Mother’s eyes. She buried her face in my chest: “You’re lying... I must have looked so embarrassing just now...”
“Not embarrassing at all. It means you’re really cultivating, and...” I paused, “I think you look great like this.”
Mother’s breathing clearly quickened: “Little rascal... you just know how to coax Mom...” She nuzzled in my arms, “But... Mom likes hearing you say that.”
Yes, I like seeing Mom like this, retaining both her elegant temperament and revealing her wild, wanton side. It’s simply irresistible.
In the room, I took out a uniquely designed outfit from the wardrobe. I thought this was the most beautiful dress for the cold-faced Sword Immortal, since all the other clothes were too conservative, covering her from head to toe. This outfit was made of three pieces: the outer gauze dress had a long hem and wide sleeves. From behind, it looked like an ordinary ancient woman’s long dress, but from the front, there was a large hole from the neck and collarbone to the middle of the chest with no fabric, and in that hole was a white camisole-like inner piece. At the waist, there was a leather belt, and from the front of the belt hung a strip of gauze about seven or eight inches wide, probably to prevent tripping. Its length was much shorter than the back, and since there were long pants, there was actually no need to cover anything. I handed this outfit, which I thought was the most beautiful, to Mom. She told me to go out so she could change herself.
I obediently retreated outside the door. The morning sun rose, illuminating a patch of water on the ground that hadn’t dried yet, reminding me of everything that had just happened.
Inside the door came the sound of rustling clothes, accompanied by Mother’s barely audible panting. After a long while, she called me in. When I pushed the door open, I was stunned.
Mother was wearing that white gauze long dress. The hole in front of her chest exposed her full breasts without any cover. The pure white camisole perfectly revealed her deep cleavage, and the two rosy points protruded from the inner piece, making my blood surge.
Although the skirt was wide, it couldn’t hide her round, perky buttocks. The leather belt perfectly outlined her slender waist, making me want to hold her in my arms.
What drove me most crazy was that Mom didn’t wear the matching long pants, but instead exposed her smooth, fair thighs, relying only on that seven or eight inch wide thin gauze to cover her triangle area and prevent exposure. But after just a few steps, the gauze had shifted in the wind quite a bit. Was Mom planning to dress like this in the sect from now on?
This constant exposure deeply stimulated my nerves. I felt a strong true qi surge from the ring into my body, its powerful energy washing through my meridians. I broke through again to the Crystallization Realm, a level others might spend years to reach, but I succeeded in just a few days.
Mom was clearly also suppressing her internal desire, but her voice was a little flustered: “Does it look good?”
“It looks great, beautiful.”
Mom’s face instantly turned red, even her ears dyed pink. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, her body slightly heating up.
“That... the technique... it says you can’t wear underwear or pants, so... so... I’ve always only worn skirts.”
What kind of technique forbids underwear? Or perhaps Mom just didn’t want to wear them. I didn’t dwell on it. Then, the two of us went to the courtyard next door.
As soon as we entered, we saw Senior Brother standing at the door, smiling, holding a big ladle for serving rice. He looked honest and kind.
Looking at the table in the middle of the room, it was already covered with steaming dishes, the rising steam making my stomach rumble and my mouth water.
Cultivators who reach a certain level no longer need to eat mortal food, surviving only on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
But Mom and I weren’t from this world, so how could we get used to not eating?
That cold-faced Sword Immortal hadn’t eaten mortal food for years; usually, it was us three “losers” in the sect who ate together.
This little courtyard held so many memories: days and nights of hard practice, a playground for the disciples, summer days fighting crickets. Sadly, those days were gone. Now, including the sect leader, there were only four people left. The dining room was close to the kitchen, not big, but enough for our small group.
The dining table was small, like an ordinary family’s square table.
When Mom appeared in her new clothes, the two senior brothers were instantly transfixed, their eyes drawn to her like magnets, staring tightly. Not only their eyes watching their little movements and the tents in their crotches, I could hear their breathing quicken even from a distance.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, only a breeze gently stirring Mom’s skirt, adding a touch of delicate beauty to the stunning scene.
“What are you looking at? Eat, I’m hungry.” Mom’s cheeks flushed slightly. She coughed lightly, her voice especially clear in the quiet courtyard, as if to break the awkward, ambiguous atmosphere and hide her inner panic.
She quickly walked to the table full of food, trying to avoid the burning gazes of the two senior brothers: “Don’t just stand there, eat properly.”
Her words carried a barely noticeable nervousness, as if only by eating could the strange atmosphere return to normal.
Mom picked up a piece of tender green vegetable, which looked like a piece of jade in the sunlight.
She slowly put the vegetable in her mouth, gently chewing, her eyes flashing with surprise.
As she chewed, she nodded repeatedly, praising: “Delicious!”
Then she picked up another piece and put it in her mouth.
The three of us sat around the table. I sat opposite Mom, while the two senior brothers eagerly introduced the dishes to Mom: “Master, I made this, try it.”
“Master, I made this one, it’s definitely better than Senior Brother’s.”
“Hey, Qingshan, why do you have to compete with me?”
“My cooking is better than yours, so what?”
“So what? You have no respect.”
“We joined the sect together, you’re only a few days older than me.”
“A few days is still older.”
I watched the two senior brothers bicker, thinking to myself: Ah, truly two “simps.” Even in front of a goddess-like Mom, they have to compete over this. After Mom tasted the delicious food, the shyness lingering in her heart seemed to dissipate. Looking at the two disciples arguing like children, she smiled warmly and said, “They’re all delicious, you both have great skills.”
Hearing this, the two senior brothers immediately stopped arguing. Then, like a loving elder, Mom smiled and served each of them a bite, her movements gentle and charming.
Her tone was as warm as a spring breeze: “Cultivation is important, but you must also take care of your health. From now on, we’re a family. Treat me as your own kin; I’ll take good care of you.”
The two senior brothers nodded like pecking chicks, tears shining in their eyes.
I knew the reason they never left was that they had been adopted by my parents as children. When they were most helpless and lonely, Father and Mother gave them a safe harbor.
For them, the Azure Sword Sect was not just a sect it was truly home.
Even so, I noticed them sneaking glances at Mom’s chest while eating.
You couldn’t blame them. After all, the thin camisole Mom wore couldn’t hide the protruding points.
Senior Brother accidentally knocked over his chopsticks, which clattered to the ground. He quickly bent down to pick them up, half his body under the table. Mom didn’t notice at first, but suddenly bit her lip, leaving a row of shallow teeth marks on her tender lips, her face instantly blushing. She quickly regained her composure and pretended nothing had happened, continuing to eat, though her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her inner panic.
After a few breaths, Senior Brother finally emerged from under the table, his face flushed. The chopsticks had fallen under Qingshan’s feet, and it took him a while to retrieve them.
He wiped his forehead and hurriedly explained, trying to make it clear he’d only been under the table to pick up the chopsticks.
But Second Senior Brother frowned and said, “Really? I didn’t notice.” He seemed completely unaware, but the faint smile at the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise.
“I’m done eating, you all continue.” Mom waved her hand, quietly cutting off Senior Brother’s explanation, then calmly stood up and swayed out of the room.
With her departure, the subtle atmosphere became awkward again. Seeing the two silent, I took the opportunity to ask about the outside world. Senior Brother occasionally went down the mountain to buy supplies and must know more than I did. Hearing my question, he snapped back to attention, “Oh, oh, Junior Brother, you mean the outside powers? Our sect used to be above average here, especially with Father’s Azure Sword Technique everyone knew it. Unfortunately, I only know the early moves, but my talent isn’t enough, so I’ve never advanced in cultivation...”
I knew the Azure Sword Technique, created by Father. Except for the lowest Qi Refining Realm, each move corresponded to a realm: Foundation Establishment could use Azure Glow, Crystallization could use Azure Edge, Golden Core could use Azure Steel, Spirit Gathering could use Azure Rainbow. Beyond that, my memory was blank. “Senior Brother, what’s above Spirit Gathering? And what are the moves for those realms in the Azure Sword Technique?”
“Above Spirit Gathering is Nascent Soul, then Divine Transformation and Dao Comprehension. Beyond that, I don’t know. As for the Azure Sword Technique’s moves, I don’t know either. You could ask Master.”
So Senior Brother was telling me to ask Mom? If she knew, why would I be asking you?
“What about other powers?”
I quickly changed the topic, not wanting the conversation to go off track.
I looked at Senior Brother expectantly, hoping he’d have useful information.
I knew the outside world was complex, with tangled powers like a mess of threads, and after being in the Azure Sword Sect so long, I knew pathetically little about it.
Senior Brother, seeing my eagerness, put away his annoyed look and thought for a while before saying, “Other powers? There are plenty. Not far from here is Black Wind Stronghold, a bandit gang that robs merchants on the main road evil to the core. Then there’s Hundred Flowers Valley, said to be all female cultivators, each as beautiful as a flower, and their magic is powerful, especially with plants best not to mess with them. Further out is Blood Shadow Sect, an evil sect that practices poisonous arts. Best stay far away.”
Senior Brother spoke vividly, as if he’d seen it all himself.
Second Senior Brother chimed in, “Yes, Junior Brother, and there’s the Blazing Flame Sect, masters of fire magic. Their spells erupt like volcanoes very powerful. They used to have dealings with our sect, but over time we drifted apart.”
He mimed fireballs as he spoke, as if the spells were right before him.
That was all they seemed to know for now.
These two senior brothers, after all these years, still hadn’t truly stepped onto the path of cultivation.
What they knew probably wasn’t much different from what I knew.
In the Azure Sword Sect, there were two great formations left by Father before he left, serving as indestructible protective barriers. With them, the inner sect was like a fortress, outsiders unable to enter.
And the cold-faced Sword Immortal rarely went out. With the sect full of “useless people,” it was like flowers grown in a greenhouse. Their understanding of the outside world was as if through thick fog everything was vague and unclear, and they knew little of the world’s strife and power struggles. Only occasionally did Senior Brother bring back snippets from town, but it was impossible to piece together a complete picture.
I hurried back to Mom and couldn’t wait to say, “Mom, I just learned from Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother about the cultivation realms: lowest is Qi Refining, then Foundation Establishment, Crystallization, Golden Core, Spirit Gathering, above that is Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation, Dao Comprehension. That’s eight realms so far. There may be more, but they don’t know.”
Mom nodded slightly, “Son, I don’t really understand these things either.” But she tried to think about this information.
I realized I’d overlooked something Mom never cared for web novels, so she wouldn’t know about cultivation. “Father’s Azure Sword Technique has moves for some realms, and I remember the early ones. I was thinking, even if Mom didn’t inherit the memories and can’t use the sword techniques, maybe she could try learning the Azure Sword Technique.”
But Mom lowered her head, her face suddenly red. Maybe I’d been thinking about martial arts realms and hadn’t considered whether it was convenient for Mom now. “Pah, you want your mom to practice sword with you like this?”
“Oh, oh, I scratched my head awkwardly, I forgot.” My eyes unconsciously drifted to Mom’s crotch, and my face burned. “But you could go to the training ground to practice. Mom will accompany you.”
“Okay.”
Now that I was at the Crystallization Realm, I could use Azure Glow and Azure Edge.
Mom and I went to the training ground. Sunlight fell like a light veil, bathing the whole place in warmth.
We stood in the center. With Mom’s encouraging gaze, I began demonstrating the basic moves as I understood them.
Though my movements were still a bit clumsy, like a child learning to walk, the form was recognizable and reminded me of martial arts I’d seen before.
Mom watched intently. Then, I held my breath, gathered my qi, and tried the Azure Sword Technique’s Azure Glow move.
In an instant, my sword seemed to come alive, shrouded in a soft blue light.
The light flowed and flickered, dreamlike, with a unique beauty, as if the brightest star in the night sky had descended to earth.
I gritted my teeth and swung the sword hard. A blue sword energy shot out like an arrow, so fast it was breathtaking.
With a “boom,” the sword energy slammed into the training ground wall, carving a groove several centimeters deep.
Even I was stunned by the power, standing dumbfounded for a while.
Mom’s expression was like seeing her child ace an exam, tears of excitement shining in her eyes, her face full of pride and joy anyone could see how satisfied she was.
After recovering, I tried Azure Edge.
This time, the sword’s edge became incredibly sharp, the sword energy even faster, as if it could cut through space.
The blue light flashed like real lightning, crackling through the air like an angry blue snake.
With another “boom,” the wall shook violently, dust flying everywhere.
Mom cheered, “My son is amazing!” She ran over, smiling, wanting to give me a big hug.
Maybe she was too excited, but she rushed over and accidentally fell into my arms.
“Ah~” Mom gasped.
I quickly asked, “Mom, are you okay? Did you get hurt? How did you almost fall?”
Mom’s face flushed, and she playfully punched me, saying shyly, “Go away, you little rascal.”
Then I suddenly remembered the divine stone. I’d been so excited I’d forgotten all about it.
Mom thought I was teasing her on purpose, her face blushing as she pretended to be angry.
She gently broke free from my arms, her movements playful. Then she swayed her graceful body, walking lightly to the side, her hips swinging seductively.
She sat down elegantly, her gaze on me, as if expecting me to keep practicing. Though her lips still held a trace of mock anger, the tenderness and love in her eyes could not be hidden.
Time flew by as I focused on practicing, sweat soaking my clothes without me noticing.
Hard work pays off. My swordsmanship improved greatly; I got faster and smoother with Azure Glow and Azure Edge, each swing brimming with confidence.
The sharp sword energy flashed blue in the sunlight, telling the story of my growth. As I practiced, a bold idea quietly sprouted in my mind.
I wondered, what if I tried Azure Steel with my current realm?
Azure Steel was a powerful move only for Golden Core Realm.
Once the thought appeared, it took root and wouldn’t go away.
I started pondering how Azure Steel’s energy circulated in the body, immersing myself in the mysteries of higher realms.
Just then, Senior Brother’s voice broke the silence. He ran over, smiling, and shouted, “Master, Junior Brother, time for lunch!”
His voice echoed in the empty training ground.
But I was completely absorbed in exploring higher-level moves and didn’t want to stop. So I used my secret voice transmission ability to quietly tell Mom, “Mom, you go eat first. I want to practice a bit more.”
The words were like an invisible thread, going straight to Mom’s ear, unnoticed by others.
Mom instantly received my message. She knew my thoughts perfectly, just as all mothers know their children.
She smiled knowingly and replied in the same way, “Okay, but take care of yourself. You’re just starting with these mysterious powers. Don’t overdo it and exhaust yourself.” Mom’s voice sounded in my heart, full of concern and tenderness.
I quickly replied, “Okay.”
Then Mom said to Senior Brother in her usual tone, “Let him keep practicing, we’ll go eat first.”
Senior Brother nodded obediently, “Oh, okay.” He followed Mom, sometimes glancing back at me.
After Mom left, I took a deep breath, my expression growing solemn. I decided to try running Azure Steel from the Azure Sword Technique.
I slowly closed my eyes, focusing all my energy, guiding the power in my body along the Azure Steel route.
At first, the Azure Steel was unstable, flickering on my skin like a candle in the wind, its light weak and chaotic.
As I kept adjusting my breath and focusing, Azure Steel gradually stabilized.
The blue light grew stronger, finally covering my whole body and sword.
It looked like a Super Saiyan transformation. Then I swung the sword several times, each strike carrying even stronger Azure Steel sword energy, the power reaching a new level.
Seeing the destructive power of Azure Steel, a burning fire ignited in my heart. My confidence surged like a flood, blinding me to reality. In my excitement, I recklessly tried to break through to an even higher realm.
I was lost in the thrill of Azure Steel, forgetting that I was only at Crystallization Realm. Maybe as an outsider, I didn’t understand the gap between realms. The only reason I could use higher moves was the Azure Sword Technique’s magic. Overconfident, I blindly tried to leap past Golden Core and attempt Spirit Gathering’s Azure Rainbow.
I wanted to use Azure Steel’s power to try the deeper Azure Rainbow.
Azure Rainbow was actually a very refined movement technique. Once used, with Azure Steel’s boost, one’s speed reached the limit.
I moved, instantly turning into a blue streak, darting around the training ground, my figure as nimble as a blue flash, like a reflection bouncing off mirrors only a fleeting afterimage could be seen.
There were a few huge stones in my path, but I was too fast and strong. The stones shattered into dust when I hit them, scattering through the air.
The scene showed my overwhelming strength. I felt like I had gained supernatural power, my excitement hard to contain.
But just as I reveled in this power, danger crept in.
First, pain shot through my body, like countless steel needles stabbing from all sides. The adrenaline rush was gone, and I could no longer resist the piercing pain.
The agony surged over me like waves, making me desperately wish I could faint and escape the torment.
I felt as if I’d left my body, floating weightlessly like a feather, everything around me turning unreal the training ground, the shattered stones, all drifting away as I helplessly floated in the void, full of fear and confusion.
“Ah~, itchy.”
A lewd cry in my mind woke me up.
“Who?” In my confusion, I forgot only Mom could speak to me in my mind.
“Your Senior Brother, he’s licking me... ah~ so itchy~”
Hearing Mom’s words, my mind cleared. Senior Brother was licking Mom?
Where was he licking her?
