Chương 97: Who dares, wins!

Quinhue and Minghue entered my Alchemy room in a rush to see what was the glow of enlightenment about. Then they stopped and sat at my sides.

"Again?" Quinhue whispered with a glance of awe at her husband. Meaning myself. I hugged my wived by their waists.

"Observe carefully. The Lotus is not strong, but with the Dao, too much strength is often an impediment. You actually want a soft and subtle feeling to guide you, it helps the soul..." I said in my Tian's voice, and now they knew it by the confident gravitas. There was probably no one more qualified to talk about the Dao on this continent, and even on the Central Continent, only a Dao King could sense the true meaning behind my words.

"I'm a bit jealous, even though I know Fenghue is the Sect Master. And you've gained a new level too." Quinhue spoke in a soft tone, then held a finger up to lock the door behind her. Minghue smiled and lay her head in my lap, while Quinhue just wraped her legs around my head to drag my mouth into her spring. Guess we're cultivating... Sometime later, Fenghue recovered from her fugue state and grinned at the scene.

Then she dropped off her white robes to jump into the pile, joining her fairy sisters in abusing their husband. I extended a free hand to retrieve the Yin-Yang plate from my ring and turned on the Formation. Then I had Fenghue eat the Demonifuge pill while under the Formation's control, to avoid the same soul-shearing pain I just felt, and simply let my wife enjoy the Yin and Yang cultivation while the pill settled inside her bones.

A few hours later, my balls were sucked dry again, while I rested in pillow made of soft boobs and thighs. Ice fairies. Best idea I had this life, so far.

"... My cultivation grew again! And the Dao... ghosts are Yin too." Fenghue noticed and hugged my head to her chest.

"The Yin concept itself is far too complex to discern in the mortal realm. It is entropy and decay, it is poison and death. But also femineity and water, childbirth and wifehood, motherhood and illness... the Moon and the cold. If you pour water into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Pour water into a cup, it becomes the cup. So what is the shape of water?" I asked in a Daoist voice, and Quinhue gasped, her eyes glazed with insight.

Minghue sighed, and took my free hand between her legs, to show me the shape of her wet spring.

"Hubby... What are you doing to us? I feel like my soul is hammered by the Dao, and my body is dripping non-stop." she admitted as I teased her wet folds.

"That's exactly what I said. Your Yin side is reacting to the shape of truth. Too bad your scumbag husband already has you caught in marriage, forevermore. Now suck my balls while I rest. Cultivation is a bit hard on my balls." I demanded and made myself comfortable between Fenghue's white and soft boobs. I slowed my breath and just enjoyed my life. Too bad I was already thinking about leaving, in 6 months or less.

This continent was reaching the limit of its potential, lacking rare resources or strong women to cultivate with. I should go find Master Wushang first, let him become the new fairy doctor, and a decent teacher in Alchemy and Talismans. If I couldn't trust Tian's old master... wait! I wasn't Tian though. An oath first, for such a critical position. Plus this was not the same world... and people might change. This novel's true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

While an extra mole on a random girl's chest was a change too, the Immoral Bodhi would waste that energy of creating a new world for a single innocent mole. Pef's paranoia wasn't wrong when infinite cosmic forces were manipulating the entire reality to play an impostor game. I might not be the only one. There could be millions of impostors, acting just like normal, dressing normal, looking normal... and having a different soul inside.

The demons played this game after all, and they were on a lower power level than the true immortals. If there weren't immortal demons too. How many shells did this game have? And even if this wasn't the actual game, there should be another purpose, besides saving Qin Lin from an early death. That was Pef Tian's goal, the farm boy. But who was Tian's goal? Or Pef's for that matter? Three flowers... one body. I was too stupid to see it, for now.

But if Immorality was easy, there would be thousands of them around, bonking each other on the head on every cloud. There weren't. Immorals had too much face and ego to abstain from making a show. Anyway, floating meditation like this worked best with empty balls and an unfettered mind. Best to focus that mind on pills, and figure out how to make Supreme pills. Both the Demonifuge and the Core Ignition, which were locked at high-grade for now. Tian probably had the answer is his sunflower brain, however...

we weren't him anymore. The last flower who should think about pills actually perked up. Lin's divine milk, in conjunction with my lotus milk. A melding of Yin and Yang milk sources... a perfect idea from a milk brain farmer. If that worked, Pef Tian deserved a big favour. Let's say... he could name our child with Lin!

'Bai Tian?' Really? Name our kid: White? It was as silly as... anyway. I don't care! If the Dao agrees and grants us the Supreme-grade, you can keep that stupid name. Thor or Arnold sounded so much better. Myth or legend, right? Quinhue recovered from her fugue, and blinked a bit confused.

"I saw another life. My own life but... so sad. I still had Fenghue, but everyone else was... Myriad Daos."

"Were you strong, in this life?" I asked directly.

"... Soul Transformation. It was so hard... wasted all the Yin Marrow below." Quinhue said in deep sorrow.

"I can guess you didn't have a milk boy in that life. One like me, I mean. Don't care about other men." I said with a wry tone. Fenghue sighed.

"If I use a single finger-size bit of the Yin Marrow, I can get another level right now. It is very strong, for a Yin cultivator. There's not much left though. Master used a bit during the Frozen Wars and became unbeatable in a fight. Well, direct fight at least. But for 500 years, nobody dared to attack us anymore. She was too deadly..." she recalled in a distant voice. I raised an eyebrow. Sounded like a potent Yin source as well.

"I will need a bit for testing. Nail size, maybe. Could work for Ignition pills as they are on the cusp of Tier 4, but not there."

"Not a Yin Talisman? I thought you wanted Umi to get strong." Fenghue asked on a tangent. I sighed.

"Umi is... so dangerous. Probably stronger than all of you combined, if she becomes a Venerable. All the ice fairies, I mean." I added for clarity.

"Then we make her take the oath. We're doing that with all new Elders anyway." Minghue offered as a solution. I shrugged. Oaths might hold, or they might not. There were many ways to avoid or sidestep the Heavens.

"External methods remain external. I prefer to use internal methods where possible. My dick, to be clear." I explained clearly. Quinhue laughed and lowered her mouth on my dick, to pamper it like a good wife. I guess she approved of my plan. Why were women so hard to read, or unwilling to say what they mean? A simple nod or 'yes' would be so much clearer.

"Let's go on a raid tonight. The Dark Fairies and their Dark Lord. But we only use our left feet to kill." Fenghue proposed on another tangent. Getting to used to killing, so it was good. She was changing, transforming her nascent soul onto a new path.

"I can keep watch, for if and when you get trapped again. But if you do, I may abuse the situation and have my way with you. Do you dare?" I asked with a teasing voice. Minghue froze while licking my balls, likely fearing the worst from their Dark Lord.

"We dare! So what if we risk abuse? We might even like it... in the end." Fenghue spoke for the fairies. I pumped my hips into Quinhue's mouth, until I reached deeper for my pleasure. Her eyes dared me to do it, so I did, dumping a load of milk into her throat. Always dare! Who dares, wins!