Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 37: Li Yao

Chapter 37: Li Yao

The early morning sun filtered faintly through the translucent jade curtains that lined the windows of the cultivation chamber, its light casting a warm, golden hue upon the ornate floor tiles. The room was scented with a subtle blend of crushed lotus petals and a lingering trace of last night’s incense—used to both heighten spiritual perception and mask more carnal undertones.

Li Yao sat quietly on the wide jade bed at the center of the chamber, her knees drawn to her chest, her gaze lost in the intricately carved ceiling above. Her hair, long and disheveled, spilled across her shoulders like ink flowing across snow. The bedsheets beneath her were rumpled and stained with traces of passion, the fragrance of dual cultivation still subtly hanging in the air like a guilty whisper.

The atmosphere was quiet—too quiet.

Around her, the cultivation arrays embedded in the room’s corners pulsed with a soft, rhythmic glow. They shimmered with spiritual energy, their arcs weaving gently like silver serpents in the air. The gentle hum of these arrays served as the only sound, echoing softly across the polished walls, amplifying the weight of silence in the room.

Li Yao chewed on her lower lip, her mind restless. After some hesitation, she closed her eyes and focused her divine sense, reaching out telepathically to her master.

"Master..." she asked, her voice tentative in the mental realm, soft as a whisper carried on the wind. "Do you think... was it too much?"

The silence that followed was brief, but it hung heavily in the space between master and disciple, like the stillness before a storm.

Far away, on a floating peak veiled in lavender mists and celestial clouds, her master, Cheng Yue, was lounging upon an obsidian throne shaped from an ancient spirit tree, its bark still glowing faintly with residual divine qi. Her chambers were high in the heavens, surrounded by clouds that never dispersed, where time seemed to slow, and even the chirping of spirit birds came muffled by layers of thick fog.

Cheng Yue’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she received the mental message from her disciple. She sat with her legs elegantly crossed, one hand supporting her chin while the other gently swirled a cup of warm spiritual tea. She allowed a small chuckle to escape her lips, one that rolled through the link with a tone of both amusement and provocation.

"Oh? Now you ask me?" her voice purred into Li Yao’s consciousness, playful and sharp like the glint of a blade hidden behind a smile. "You went so rough on him, like a little vixen in heat. You sucked him dry last night... and now you want to know my opinion?"

Her laughter, soft but mocking, echoed like the tinkling of wind chimes during a passing breeze. Li Yao’s face turned red in an instant, her entire body trembling slightly as she recalled the events of the previous night.

Her fingers gripped the bedsheets tighter, her nails digging into the fine silk. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Every movement of the blanket sent subtle shivers up her spine as she became aware of the soreness and lingering warmth in her lower body.

"Humph... it wasn’t just me," she replied mentally, trying to sound defensive though her voice wavered. "Junior Brother... he was also participating. We both agreed to it... it was mutual..."

But even as she spoke the words, her voice trailed off, faltering mid-sentence.

Her mind drifted back to that small porcelain vial—the one filled with the aphrodisiac potion derived from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. Its contents had been poured silently into Meng Hao’s tea. She remembered the way his eyes had glazed over minutes after drinking it, the way his spiritual resistance had begun to falter... and the moment he surrendered to her touch.

She bit her lip again, this time hard enough to draw blood.

Cheng Yue, sensing the hesitation in her disciple’s thoughts, chuckled again, the sound sharper now.

"Oh? Was it really mutual?" she asked, voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "Or was it the potion I gave you, my dear disciple? The Nine-Tailed Fox’s Desire Elixir—one sip can turn even the most ascetic monk into a ravenous beast."

Her words lashed out like a whip. "Tell me, was he truly your Junior Brother Meng Hao last night? Or was he just a lustful man, drowned in carnal madness, desperate to fuck the first girl he laid eyes on? A beast in human skin, stripped of thought and will."

She paused dramatically before continuing with another cruel laugh.

"Did he know what he was doing? Or was he simply a puppet dancing on strings you tied around his soul?"

Li Yao’s breath hitched in her throat. Her lips trembled as rage and shame collided inside her. Her face, still flushed from the memories of their entangled bodies, now darkened with conflict.

She retaliated mentally, her voice angry, desperate to defend her actions.

"So what if he was under the effect of the potion?" she snapped. "He had already proposed to me! He said he had feelings for me! This was bound to happen eventually—I merely accelerated what was inevitable. I love him!"

She stood from the bed, the loose robe clinging to her slender form. Her bare feet touched the cold jade floor, grounding her as she paced the room, emotions boiling over like a kettle left on the flame too long.

"Junior Brother will understand one day," she said with determination. "He will see the truth. That vixen—our master—she only wants his body. She has sinister intentions. She wants to use him for her own cultivation, to drain his potential. I couldn’t allow that!"

Cheng Yue listened silently, her expression cooling with each word Li Yao spoke. She leaned back again on her throne, her face now impassive, even distant. The fog around her seemed to swirl more violently, reacting to her shifting aura.

Then came her cold reply, devoid of previous amusement.

"Oh, so you did it to ’save’ him, is that it?" she said, her tone now cutting and flat. "And how exactly are you any different from that vixen you despise? She wants his body, yes... and you—what did you do?"

She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing.

"You entered his room while he wasn’t in control of his mind. You stripped him. You touched him. You made him yours—while he was under the effects of a potion. Tell me again, what is the difference between you and your master?"

Her voice thundered through the telepathic link, filled with a rare intensity. "You’re no saint, Li Yao. You’re a hypocrite wrapped in self-righteousness. You violated him just as your master intends to. The only difference is that you lie to yourself to make it feel pure."

Li Yao stopped mid-pace, frozen like a statue carved from guilt and anger. Her eyes widened, and her hands trembled at her sides. Then she screamed mentally, the rawness in her voice exposing the fragile state of her heart.

"Stop it! How can you say that about me, Master?! I love him! I wasn’t trying to hurt him—I was trying to save him!"

Her voice broke. "I just wanted him to be mine... before someone else used him. I couldn’t... I couldn’t lose him."

A silence followed. Long and heavy.

On her floating peak, Cheng Yue exhaled deeply, her shoulders sinking slightly. Her eyes softened—not with empathy, but with weariness. She looked out over the mists blanketing her sacred domain, watching the sun slowly rise over the distant peaks.

"This girl..." she thought to herself, her inner voice tinged with both disappointment and regret. "She’s becoming more foolish with every passing day."

The image of Li Yao filled her mind—so strong in spirit, so determined, yet blinded by obsession. It was no longer just about love. It had twisted into something more dangerous. Possession. Control. Illusion.

"Does she really believe he’ll remain hers forever?" Cheng Yue mused coldly. "Men like Meng Hao... beautiful, talented, naïve. They’re the easiest prey for women in power."

Her hand hovered over the delicate petals of a blooming spirit flower by her side. With a single motion, the flower withered in her palm—its vitality drained in a breath.

"He’ll drop his robes for any woman who promises him strength," she said silently. "That’s just how the world works."

She rose from her throne, her robes billowing as she stepped onto the open platform where the clouds drifted around her ankles. Her gaze turned sharp as she considered her next move.

"Depending on Li Yao alone is dangerous. If she keeps spiraling into this illusion of purity and love, she will fail me. I need a contingency—someone else. A tool I can trust."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Otherwise, I’ll be left with nothing... not revenge, not power... not even rebirth."

And as her thoughts turned colder, the seed of disappointment bloomed fully. Her favor toward Li Yao, once rooted in high expectations, was withering like the flower she had crushed—petal by petal, drifting away into the mist.