Chapter 596: Chapter 596: The Spring Flower’s Gratitude
Four full days had passed without either Ethan or Louisa stepping a single foot outside the master suite.
From the adjoining room, Mary had watched a continuous line of nervous inn employees carry massive silver trays of premium meat, vintage plum wine, and fresh bathing water into the quarters, but of her daughter, there was absolutely no sign. The only evidence of her ongoing existence was the faint, intermittent sound of muffled, high-pitched gasps that echoed through the heavy wooden door at all hours of the day and night.
On the morning of the fifth day, the heavy iron-reinforced door finally clicked open.
Louisa stepped out into the sunlight of the corridor, completely dressed in an incredibly luxurious, high-grade dress of shimmering blue silk. The fabric itself was a literal masterpiece, woven from the premium spiritual spider silk they had harvested from the matriarch’s nest just days prior. It was practically weightless, cool to the touch, and held an implicit defensive matrix that could easily deflect stray daggers, arrows, and minor martial strikes.
Ethan hadn’t spared a single expense. The moment he discovered the local artisans could process the silk, he had immediately ordered dozens of custom dresses, tunics, and ceremonial robes in every imaginable color, shape, and pattern for her, casually throwing down over 30,000 mid-grade spirit stones.
When Louisa had first calculated the currency conversion—realizing that 30,000 mid-grade stones amounted to an astronomical 3 million low-grade spirit stones—she had broken into a cold sweat. Her frugal, lower-district heart had panicked so violently she practically begged Ethan to return the clothes and get his fortune back. However, after a thoroughly convincing, deep-seated discussion with Ethan’s massive twenty-one-centimeter member, she had accepted the gifts with absolute, blushing pleasure. For the first time in her life, she was experiencing the terrifying, exhilarating euphoria of being the woman of an unstoppable elite.
Now, she was walking down the hallway, carefully pushing a small wooden cart that carried a large, beautifully lacquered chest.
During their private hours, Louisa had nervously mentioned a deeply rooted frontier tradition to Ethan, one that he had shown absolutely zero hesitation in fulfilling. There was a strict custom in these harsh border citadels where a groom was expected to bring an abundance of grand gifts to the bride’s family as a token of profound gratitude for raising her. To Ethan, the concept didn’t sound strange at all; though traditional dowries were a relic of the past in his old world, offering a magnificent present to show respect to a mother who had kept his woman alive was something he found entirely reasonable.
The chest on the cart contained several additional sets of premium silk robes that Ethan had commissioned for Mary and Roy, costing another casual 9,000 spirit stones.
When the local merchant guild member from the Pavilion had arrived at the suite the previous afternoon to deliver the garments, Louisa had tried to intervene again, her financial anxiety flaring up at the sheer waste of wealth. The poor merchant had stood in the foyer looking incredibly awkward, trapped between a trembling girl and a terrifying master.
Ethan had merely let out a low, amused laugh, turning to the delivery man with a smooth smirk. "Would you kindly give us a single moment?"
Without another word, Ethan had scooped Louisa up into his arms like a princess, carrying her straight back to the mattress. After a brutal, thirty-minute session of intense, echoing groans and frantic slaps against the headboard, the entire financial dispute had been thoroughly sealed and purchased.
Ethan found himself thoroughly enjoying her company. Louisa was shy, profoundly kind, and naturally protective of their finances—the exact traits of a perfect matriarch capable of managing a grand estate in the inner peaks.
However, those four days of continuous confinement had completely corrupted her innocent nature. Ethan’s relentless attention had left her thoroughly filled with his thick milky essence and an insatiable, blooming desire. She was no longer just the passive, trembling girl waiting for his command; she had actively begun to provoke him to be bred. On more than one occasion over the last forty-eight hours, Ethan had opened his eyes in the morning only to find Louisa completely naked, resting on her hands and knees in the center of the mattress, offering her dripping, swollen pink center directly to his face so he would eat her before breakfast.
Ethan’s potent semen carried a magical, regenerative property, instantly soothing her inner walls, repairing her swelling, and allowing her to enjoy the maximum limits of physical pleasure without a single trace of lasting pain.
As Louisa pushed the cart toward her mother’s room, her face was dyed a brilliant, violent shade of crimson, her mind flashing through the incredibly shameless things she had done under those blankets. Yet, beneath the modesty, her soul was overflowing with pure, unadulterated gratitude. Her mother had pushed her toward Ethan, forcing her to face her fears—and that strict maternal shove had gifted her a magnificent, protective husband. She carried nothing but ultimate devotion in her chest as she knocked on the door.
The heavy wooden door flew open, and Roy stepped into the frame. The moment his eyes landed on Louisa, his youthful face lit up with a massive, blinding grin.
"Louisa!" Roy roared happily, throwing his arms completely around her shoulders and lifting her slightly off the ground in a boisterous, crushing embrace. He pulled back, his eyes widening as he took in the breathtaking sight of her shimmering blue spider-silk dress. "Mother! Mother, come quick! Look who finally decided to leave the cave!"
Mary came hurrying out from the small kitchenette, a wiping cloth in her hands, her eyes instantly scanning her daughter from head to toe.
"Man, you look absolutely radiant, little sis!" Roy laughed loudly, circling the wooden cart as he gestured wildly with his hands. "You look completely, fundamentally brand new! I’m not even kidding, you are literally radiating the powerful aura of a true, undisputed cultivation queen right now! Ha ha ha!"
Louisa’s cheeks instantly flared into a brilliant, violent crimson at her brother’s dense but completely accurate observation. She instinctively smoothed down the expensive, defensive fabric of her silk skirt, her heart fluttering with a wild mix of intense embarrassment and profound, overflowing happiness as she looked at her family.
Mary stopped in her tracks, a soft, incredibly warm, and knowing smile gracing her experienced features as she looked at her daughter’s healthy, glowing skin. She set the cloth aside, her maternal eyes shining with absolute peace, knowing that her gamble had succeeded entirely and that her daughter was now safely resting under the absolute protection of a god.
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From this moment forward, to avoid confusion regarding cultivation ranks, I will include this footer with the current established levels.
Note: These are only the ranks mentioned so far to avoid spoilers.
Body Refinement Realm
Skin Refinement / Bone Refinement / Organ Refinement
Spiritual Gathering Realm
Spiritual Perception / Spiritual Mist / Spiritual Condensation
Spiritual Core Realm
Core Solidification / Core Awakening / Spiritual Collapse (Half-step Spiritual Core)
Spiritual Soul Realm
Spiritual Soul Awakening / Soul Nourishing / Soul-Core Fusion
Golden Core Realm
Prime Fusion / Core Perfection / Core Destruction
Spiritual Sea Realm
Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??
Dao Manifestation Realm
Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??
Spiritual Transcendence
Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??
