Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 38: Lustful Expression

Chapter 38: Lustful Expression

While Cheng Yue stood silently on her celestial platform high above the mortal peaks, the mist swirling around her robes like obedient clouds, her thoughts were entangled in a net of growing disappointment. The spiritual wind danced around her, stirring her long sleeves and the silver strands of her hair, but her heart was far from tranquil.

Her disciple, Li Yao, whom she had once molded with such precision and care, now seemed more and more like a dull blade—sharp once, but rusted by emotion and obsession.

"This girl..." Cheng Yue thought, narrowing her cold eyes as her gaze pierced through layers of cloud, directed vaguely toward the Sixth Peak. "I had hoped she would become my sword. Instead, she clings to this boy like a foolish mortal maiden... unable to differentiate between affection and ambition.She really have become hopeless."

She exhaled deeply, the spiritual qi around her trembling ever so slightly in response. The flowers on her peak, all nourished by her immortal essence, seemed to bow under her mood, their petals drooping like servants sensing their master’s displeasure.

But at that very moment, an abrupt vibration cut through the still air like a blade slicing water.

Far below, within the sect’s inner sanctums, Li Yao’s token—a smooth oval jade imbued with Su Lan’s spiritual imprint—suddenly pulsed with radiant light. The quiet hum it emitted was sharp, unmistakable. It shone with rhythmic urgency, vibrating faintly atop the carved wooden table beside the jade bed.

Startled by the sudden sound, Li Yao turned her head sharply toward the source. Her brow furrowed in irritation. She knew this token well—it had been given to her by her personal master, 6th Peak Master Su Lan, a woman she respected in name but inwardly despised.

The token’s glow intensified, forcing Li Yao to step closer and lift it with slender fingers. Its weight seemed greater now, pulsing with an authority that could not be ignored.

"What now...?" she muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with annoyance. "What does that vixen want from me this time?"

She injected her spiritual sense into the jade, and almost immediately, a voice transmission began to play, ringing clearly in the quiet air of the room.

"To all of my nine disciples—wherever you are in the sect—come to me immediately. It is a matter of urgency."

The message was brief, but carried a strong sense of authority and hidden weight. The moment it ended, the room fell silent again—save for the soft crackle of spiritual energy still lingering in the corners.

Li Yao narrowed her eyes, lips curling with disdain. "Urgent, is it?" she said aloud, rolling her eyes. "What could possibly be so urgent that she suddenly wants to summon us all like loyal pets?Why does she wants to summon all of her 9 disciples."

Her voice echoed slightly off the polished jade walls, the scent of sandalwood incense still faint in the air from the night before. Her robe fluttered as she turned, the frustration on her face slowly fading into a cold mask of indifference.

At the same time, Cheng Yue’s voice echoed in her mind once again, this time carrying none of the teasing tone from earlier.

"Well, how should I know what she wants from you?" Cheng Yue said bluntly, her tone colder than usual. "Neither of us can guess her intentions from here. You’ll only learn her purpose after you go to her and ask."

Li Yao pursed her lips but nodded. "Understood, Master."

Without another word, she moved with practiced grace toward the wardrobe, selecting a clean robe—white, embroidered with crimson lotus patterns along the edges. Her fingers moved swiftly, fixing her attire, pinning up her hair, smoothing out every wrinkle as if preparing for battle rather than a summons.

After one last glance at Meng Hao’s sleeping quarters—still holding the faint remnants of passion and heat from the previous night—she stepped out. The sky above was painted in soft hues of early morning, and the clouds swirled gently around the nearby peaks. As her spirit sword materialized beneath her feet, she took off toward the Sixth Peak with a trail of silver light behind her.

Meanwhile, at the main sect entrance, a gentle ripple shimmered through the massive formation barrier, allowing one figure to walk through without resistance.

Meng Hao had returned.

His robe flapped lightly with each step, the wind rustling the trees around him as he crossed the stone bridge into the sect. His aura was stronger than before—calm, dense, and with a depth that revealed growth. He looked slightly travel-worn, but completely composed, exuding a confidence sharpened by dual cultivation.

Just as his foot touched the inner courtyard, the token at his waist began to glow.

It pulsed gently, vibrating against his robe. He paused and looked down at it.

His fingers brushed the jade as he sent a sliver of spiritual sense into it, activating the stored message.

"To all of my nine disciples—wherever you are in the sect—come to me immediately. It is a matter of urgency."

Hearing it, Meng Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Huh... Master’s calling everyone?" he mused, surprised. "That’s rare."

He stood still for a moment under the shade of a towering spirit willow, the branches above swaying gently in the breeze, dropping luminous leaves like falling stars. Birds of qi fluttered from one branch to another, chirping softly, unaware of the changes stirring in the air.

"I wonder what this is about..." he murmured. "I’ll find out once I get to her, I suppose."

But just as he turned to move, his mind wandered.

A smirk slowly crept onto his face, his thoughts veering in a direction far removed from sect affairs. The memory of last night—of Li Yao’s soft moans, her flushed skin, the heat of her breath against his neck—flooded his mind.

"But more than that..." he whispered, licking his lips with a slow grin. "I still haven’t tasted my master."

His voice dropped into a tone of amused anticipation. "After experiencing Li Yao all night, I realize... my standards aren’t what they used to be. I’ve changed. This world, its temptations, its power... it’s shaping me."

His expression turned slightly darker. "Master Su Lan... she’s not just strong—she’s stunning. That cold temperament, those calculating eyes... they excite me."

But then he paused, his smirk fading slightly. "Still... only one year of cultivation reward for fucking master? A Nascent Soul Realm beauty like her... and just one year?It’s too low."

His mind lingered on the unfairness of it. He sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

[DING! Host’s dissatisfaction with system’s reward calculation has been detected.]

[DING! Complaint verified. System acknowledges error in previous cultivation conversion rates.]

[System Update Initiated.]

Meng Hao’s eyes widened as a new set of golden script appeared in his mind.

[New Dual Cultivation Rewards]

Dual Cultivation with Qi Gathering Realm — 1 Month of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Foundation Building Realm — 1 Year of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Golden Core Realm — 10 Years of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Nascent Soul Realm — 100 Years of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Divine Transformation Realm — 500 Years of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Void Breaking Realm — 1,000 Years of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Fusion Realm — 5,000 Years of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Mahayana Realm — 10,000 Years of cultivation

Dual Cultivation With Deva Realm — 100,000 Years of cultivation

He blinked, stunned for a heartbeat, then burst into a low chuckle.

"This system of mine... it really is user-friendly.Just after i thought that the rewards are too low compared to master it changed its use."

His grin widened. "Master Su Lan is now worth 100 years of cultivation? Perfect."

He exhaled slowly, eyes flickering with desire. "I have to act soon then. After all... such a reward isn’t something I can ignore."

He summoned his flying sword, leapt onto it, and shot into the skies, a streak of motion cutting across the sect as he made his way toward the icy and prestigious Sixth Peak.

His mind was no longer focused on the reason for the summons—but on the prize that awaited him.

A breeze swept down from the higher altitudes, carrying with it the faint scent of snow lotus, mossy stone, and the spiritual herbs cultivated on the terraces. Birds with feathers shimmering like jade danced through the air, their calls melodious yet solemn, as if echoing the ancient history slumbering within these peaks.

The formations around the Sixth Peak shimmered faintly—symbols etched into the very stone flickered to life as disciples arrived one by one. The vast plaza before the palace gleamed like silver glass, untouched by time or wear. Each footstep upon it echoed slightly, giving a strange depth to the otherwise tranquil scene.

And above it all, in the highest spire where Su Lan watched, a silence lingered—one filled not with peace, but with the quiet weight of calculation. Her sleeves swayed like water, her breath controlled. Yet her heart, just for a moment, stirred.