Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 48: Cultivation Increase

Chapter 48: Cultivation Increase

The grand chamber of the Sixth Peak was silent, veiled in a soft, ambient glow from luminous spirit lanterns hanging like hovering moons on either side of the jade pillars. The rich fragrance of sandalwood wafted gently through the air, mingling with the faint scent of dew-covered orchids placed in porcelain vases near the walls. Moonlight filtered through intricately carved windows, casting delicate shadows across the gleaming obsidian floor.

Su Lan reclined regally on her phoenix-carved jade throne. Her long, silken robes of crimson and gold shimmered faintly with the breath of spiritual energy, the embroidery depicting heavenly dragons swirling around her curves. The afterglow of dual cultivation lingered faintly on her jade-like skin, a hidden flush of satisfaction beneath her otherwise cold and noble demeanor.

Before her, Meng Hao knelt with composed grace, his posture upright yet devoid of arrogance, exuding the quiet confidence of a man who had conquered both battlefield and bedchamber. His outer robe hung loosely over his shoulders, the silk fabric slightly rumpled from the night’s entanglement, offering an unintentional yet tantalizing glimpse of his chiseled chest—bronzed, firm, and marked with faint spiritual veins that pulsed gently beneath his skin like coiled dragons of qi.

This was not the frail form of a scholarly cultivator. Now, refined even further by the primal alchemy of dual cultivation, his aura radiated a subtle magnetism—one that not only resonated with spiritual power but also stirred the hearts of those who dared to gaze too long.

His long black hair tumbled freely down his back like a waterfall of midnight silk, catching the light of the spirit lanterns that floated above. Each strand shimmered like obsidian under the moon’s gentle gaze, framing a face that had undergone a subtle transformation. His features, once merely handsome, now seemed sculpted by the heavens themselves—his skin smooth and luminous, his eyes deep and dark as ancient wells, reflecting both mystery and allure. A faint, almost imperceptible curve lingered at the corner of his lips—a knowing smile, veiled under the guise of disciple-like reverence.

On her throne of immortal jade, Su Lan watched in silence, her gaze unreadable.

Yet, her crimson lips, once perpetually set in cold lines of indifference, now curled ever so slightly into a victorious smile—soft, slow, and filled with a satisfaction that only she could understand.

It was a silent declaration, one no words could convey: This man... is mine.

For years she had remained aloof, untouchable—a goddess of the peak who never allowed mortal desires to taint her pristine Dao Heart. No man had ever touched her. Not one had dared. Her cold beauty was legend, her cultivation revered, and her name spoken only with respect, or fear.

And yet now, here he was—kneeling before her, having shared the most sacred of intimate exchanges. The veil between master and disciple had been shattered. And though it was she who had drugged him... it was she who had ultimately surrendered.

Desire. Possessiveness. Even a whisper of reluctant admiration flickered behind her eyes. She told herself this was a necessary ritual, a means to stabilize her inner world, but in truth, something far more dangerous had begun to stir within her.

A seed had been planted. And it had already begun to take root.

Clearing her throat lightly, she spoke with a tone that attempted sternness, yet couldn’t conceal the softness laced beneath.

"Ahem... Alright, disciple. There’s no need to be so emotional." Her voice held a note of teasing amusement as her eyes swept over his figure. "What happened last night... was merely a small gift from me, your master. Understand it for what it is. You cannot let that gift go to waste."

She leaned forward ever so slightly, her sleeve trailing along the armrest like flowing water, and added in a voice layered with false authority, "From this day forward, you will dual cultivate with me regularly. You are not permitted to return to your peak as you please. If you leave now, the ritual will be disrupted... and the backlash upon me would be severe."

Her words echoed gently throughout the chamber, but it was clear to Meng Hao that they were far more about preserving pride than reason.

’What kind of nonsense is she spewing now...’ Meng Hao mused internally, though he kept his expression respectful and humble on the surface, even lowering his head in acknowledgment. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his thoughts turned far more shameless.

"Heh... this woman really doesn’t think things through, does she? Well, Master, since you’re so eager to ’gift’ yourself to me, don’t blame your disciple for enjoying long night sessions with you in the future. Compared to Li Yao, your body is on a whole different level. That mature allure of yours is like a rare wine—something I could savor every night and never tire of.**

But... he added silently, eyes narrowing with subtle amusement beneath his composed expression, I still can’t forget about her mother.

A woman whom with dual cultivation is worth 1000 years of cultivation. A treasure of such immense value, both in strength and charm—how could he possibly let her slip through his fingers?

"A woman like that... worth a thousand years of cultivation—how could I, your loyal disciple, ever overlook such a prize, Master?"

The thought brought a flicker of wicked mirth to his heart, though his outward appearance remained solemn and obedient. His head dipped respectfully, and no trace of insolence showed in his gesture—only a calm reverence that belied the unruly ambition churning beneath the surface.

Su Lan, seated atop her phoenix-carved jade throne, observed him quietly.

The soft glow of spirit lanterns above cast ripples of golden light over Meng Hao’s exposed shoulders—broad, strong, and still faintly marked from their night of intimacy. His robe had slipped just slightly out of place, revealing the elegant musculature beneath his skin, faintly glowing with residual yang energy. That energy had come from her. That body, now glowing with masculine power, had once been intertwined with hers.

Her eyes lingered.

Unknowingly.

Perhaps she was trying to memorize the contours of his body, or perhaps her rational mind was struggling against the instincts stirred awake by last night’s union. A flicker of uncertainty flashed in her gaze—but only for a moment. The next instant, her expression returned to its usual calm detachment.

With a graceful motion, her long sleeve swayed like mist through the air, and she raised her hand.

"You may leave now, disciple." Her tone had regained its usual cold detachment, though her fingers twitched slightly, betraying her reluctance to part.

Meng Hao bowed low once again, his movements elegant and composed, and with that, he turned and stepped out of the grand chamber.

As he walked down the marble corridor, the sound of his footsteps echoed softly off the walls. The passage was silent, save for the occasional flicker of spirit fire dancing on the lanterns. Ancient murals etched along the walls showed scenes of glorious battles and celestial ascension, though Meng Hao paid them no mind.

His lips curled faintly as he muttered, "System, I still have a hundred years’ worth of cultivation left to be claimed, right?"

No sooner had his words left his lips than a familiar, robotic chime echoed in his mind.

[Ding! Host is correct. The system has not forgotten the pending cultivation reward.]

[Ding! It has been detected that the host has successfully dual cultivated with Su Lan, Peak Master of the Sixth Peak and a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator. Full reward of 100 years’ worth of cultivation shall now be distributed.]

[Ding! Based on the previous incident where enemies were drawn toward the host during a major breakthrough, the system has unlocked a new feature—

Host may now absorb cultivation rewards while remaining undetectable. This will allow breakthroughs to occur without alerting others to your rise in strength.]

[Would the host like to claim the reward now?]

Meng Hao’s eyes lit up with interest as he walked beneath the pale blue light of the hallway lanterns.

"Hoh... now this is what I call service. My system really is user-friendly after all," he mused, the corner of his mouth curling into a satisfied smirk. "Go ahead, System. I’m ready. Claim the full 100 years of cultivation."

[Ding! Initiating distribution of 100 years’ cultivation. Simulation and refinement of progress beginning now.]

Suddenly, time seemed to blur before his eyes. Though no one else could sense it, within his dantian, a realm of pure spirit energy and soul force began to churn like a vast celestial sea. It was as though his consciousness was entering a separate dimension, one designed purely for cultivation.

[Year 1, Day 1: You begin cultivating day and night without pause.]

[Day 2: You continue cultivation with unwavering focus.]

[Day 30: Your energy cycles smoothly, harmonizing the Qi in your meridians.]

[Month 3: Spiritual veins begin to expand. Your foundation deepens.]

[Month 11: Core refinement begins to stabilize further.]

[Year 1, Month 6: Enhanced Qi circulation. You draw closer to the second level.]

[Year 3: A solid barrier is broken—breakthrough nears.]

[Year 5: Golden Core Realm, 2nd level breakthrough complete.]

[Year 6: Stabilization achieved. Core energy flow now balanced.]

[Year 11: You cultivate in seclusion, refining your inner essence.]

[Year 16: Golden Core Realm, 3rd level achieved.]

[Year 25: Your control over elemental Qi strengthens.]

[Year 31: Golden Core Realm, 4th level reached.]

[Year 37: Spiritual perception sharpens. You maintain perfect cultivation focus.]

[Year 53: Meridians strengthened. Core begins to pulse with intense spiritual power.]

[Year 74: Golden Core Realm, 5th level achieved.]

[Year 84: Sixth level attained. Dantian glows with radiant energy.]

[Year 91: Sixth level peak. You begin preparing for your next evolution.]

[Year 98: Golden Core Realm, 7th level breakthrough complete.]

[Year 100: Cultivation fully stabilized at 7th level.]

[Ding! You have successfully cultivated 100 years in hidden simulation. No external forces were alerted. Would you like to claim this cultivation now?]

Meng Hao stood still under the night sky just outside the Sixth Peak Palace, the wind tousling his robes gently. Around him, the sect grounds slumbered beneath the stars, unaware that within the body of this unassuming disciple now pulsed the might of someone who had stepped into the seventh level of the Golden Core Realm, all while eluding the notice of even the most sensitive Nascent Soul cultivators.

He took a deep breath, eyes glowing faintly gold for an instant before it faded.

"Yes," he whispered to the night, voice low and filled with quiet confidence. "Claim it all."