Chapter 682: Chapter 682: The Anchor of the Flesh
Mary and Louisa quickly followed Ethan into the deep, luxurious privacy of his master quarters. Watchful and desperate, Mary aggressively swallowed the lump of anxiety in her throat. Acting on her raw maternal instincts, she violently forced herself to find her courage, stepping directly into Ethan’s path.
"Master Ethan... please, I beg of you, help my son Roy!" Mary cried out, her voice cracking under the immense weight of her desperation. "I am fully aware that I am demanding an astronomical favor after everything you have already given us, but I thoroughly supplicate that you—"
She violently shut her eyes, her face pale as she threw out every single pleading word that rushed into her panicked mind.
Ethan merely looked down at her, a slow, deeply mesmerizing smile spreading across his lips. He had anticipated this exact structural outcome from the very beginning. Instead of letting her finish her frantic speech, Ethan smoothly stepped forward, caught her jaw in his hand, and forcefully sealed her lips with his own. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth short-circuiting her breath and melting her panicked posture into trembling submission.
Behind him, Louisa didn’t hesitate for a single moment. She eagerly pressed her soft body against his heavily muscled back, her lips aggressively biting and kissing the column of his neck while her hands slid down his torso to tightly clamp around his rigid steel.
Ethan smoothly broke the kiss, his amethyst eyes flashing with a deep, unyielding warmth as he looked down at the two breathless women.
"You two are my beloved family," said Ethan, his deep baritone carrying an comforting gravity that echoed through the quiet room. "You do not possess a single logistical need to beg or supplicate me for anything, because everything I conquer already belongs entirely to you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, you only have to state it. I firmly believed that had already been made clear between us."
The moment the words left his mouth, both Mary and Louisa violently gasped, tears of relief streaming down their flushed cheeks.
This was the exact, unyielding nature they recognized from the old Ethan—the mysterious, ruthless cultivator who had originally materialized at the border and savagely slaughtered the syndicate thugs who wanted to sell them into prostitution and force Roy into brutal slavery. He was the ruthless, blood-soaked trainer who had beaten Roy into shape, forcing him to learn the lethal fundamentals of the blade. He was the monster who had aggressively forced Louisa to become his wife to guarantee her silence regarding his hidden arts.
Mary now knew every single dark, terrifying secret her son-in-law had buried beneath his skin. But back then, he was a rogue without public prestige. Ever since the Immortal Doctor’s Pavilion had officially launched its commercial operations, Mary had lived with her soul permanently stuck in her throat. Watching her son-in-law violently ascend the geopolitical ladder until he literally stepped into the high heavens today had been an increasingly agonizing torment for their fragile hearts.
Their social status was too low—infinitely lower than the lowest dirt in the central province. Throughout these six months of unbridled indulgence, both Mary and Louisa had watched as countless noble doncellas, wealthy heiresses, and powerful female cultivators attempted to crawl into Ethan’s bed. They knew about every single one of them. Yet, neither mother nor daughter had ever dared to complain or deny him his freedom; they were terrified of fracturing the small, fragile thread of intimacy that bound them to his side. Now that he had been officially appointed as a supreme Sect Elder, his existence felt so astronomically distant from their reality that they didn’t even consider themselves worthy of operating as his common maids.
Louisa’s weeping grew heavier, her fingers tightly clutching his robes. For the past six months, she had desperately attempted to drain Ethan’s potent life-essence every single night, riding him until her body was exhausted, trying to forcefully trigger a pregnancy. Yet, her womb remained barren, unable to conceive his lineage—a medical reality that had pushed her personal paranoia and fear of abandonment to its limit.
Ethan looked at their tear-stained, anxious faces, and a low, gravelly laugh rumbled from his chest. With a sudden, forceful movement, his massive hand came down, delivering a sharp, resounding slap straight across Louisa’s soft, rounded cheek of her backside.
"If I had known your minds were locked in these pathetic calculations..." said Ethan, his amethyst eyes flashing with a dominant, thoroughly amused brilliance as he pulled them both closer. "It appears I am simply not giving you two enough physical attention every single day. From now on, I will just have to fuck you both until your minds are too entirely exhausted to think up such sheer stupidities."
Louisa let out a breathless, desperate sob, her arms wrapping around his massive waist with every single ounce of her physical strength. She buried her face into his broad chest, her body trembling violently.
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me every single day, Master!" cried Louisa, her voice unhinged with a raw, intoxicating devotion. "I am yours entirely, forever and always! Just please... please, whatever you do, do not abandon me! I could never realistically survive without your existence. You are everything to me. You are my heaven, my life, my entire universe!"
Mary had initially hesitated, not wanting to disrupt the intense, desperate moment between her daughter and her husband. However, the exact same terrifying fear of abandonment had been systematically clawing at her own soul for months. Unable to contain herself any longer, she violently threw her arms around Ethan’s neck from the side, her tears soaking into his crimson robes as she locked herself to his massive frame.
"Do not cast me away either, Ethan!" Mary supplicated, her pride dissolving into pure, unadulterated vulnerability. "I am yours to command, always! Please, do not leave us behind in the dirt!"
Ethan threw his head back and laughed of good heart, the sheer psychological dominance of the moment thoroughly fueling his ego. He tightly squeezed their waists, anchoring them against his solid torso.
"Alright, that is quite enough drama," said Ethan, his deep baritone carrying an, comforting finality. "Do not waste any more of our limited time. Go out and locate Roy immediately; our preparation time is tightly closing. The exact moment we arrive at our new capital peak, I will have more than enough free time to thoroughly collect this debt from both of your beautiful little asses."
The two women instantly let out sighs of profound, intoxicating relief, the dark clouds of paranoia vanishing from their eyes. But before they turned to sprint out of the master quarters, they stopped in perfect unison near the threshold.
With a sudden movement, both mother and daughter smoothly hitched up the hems of their fine silk robes. They exposed their smooth, athletic hips, sliding their delicate lace thongs to the side to bare their flushed, glistening cores directly to his piercing gaze.
"Every single millimeter of this is yours entirely, my king," they whispered together, their voices dripping with an intense, shameless invitation.
They quickly released their robes, turning to look at each other with a sudden, breathless laugh. Without a single word of prior coordination or verbal planning, their shared maternal and filial instincts had executed the exact same seductive protocol with flawless precision. Smiling brightly, they broke into a fast run out into the courtyard eager to secure Roy and prepare for their new empire.
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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 ??
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Sword mastery levels
Sword Intent.
Sword Aura.
