Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 51: Manipulating Li Yao

Chapter 51: Manipulating Li Yao

Meng Hao’s eyes remained locked on the majestic system interface floating in his spiritual consciousness, a shimmering gold-and-crimson panel carved with celestial characters and flickering with divine light.

Yet... all he could do was sigh.

The breathtaking bloodlines on display—True Dragon, Vermillion Bird, Phoenix, Nine-Tailed Fox, even the awe-inspiring Dao Body of Lust—were things that only a Heavenly Emperor could afford, not someone who had been in this world for less than a week.

He stared at the final line once more:

[Dao Body of Lust – Charm +100 million | Price: 100 Trillion Cultivation Years]

A deadpan expression crossed Meng Hao’s face, his brow twitching faintly.

"A hundred trillion...?" he muttered in disbelief, staring at the number displayed in radiant gold at the bottom of the Dao Body of Lust panel. "Even if I seduce every woman in this continent... including their ancestors, their sect leaders, their divine beast forms, and their reincarnations—I still wouldn’t reach that!"

His fingers twitched as if resisting the urge to reach into the system screen and shake it.

The number was astronomical—absurd even by immortal standards. It made the True Dragon Bloodline look like a clearance sale item in comparison.

And he wasn’t wrong to feel this way.

After an entire week in this world—filled with nonstop scheming, seductive maneuvering, and dual cultivating with none other than Su Lan, a powerful Nascent Soul Peak Master—he had earned a meager 200 cultivation years in total. Two hundred.

That was the price of a mere trinket in the System Mall.

"If Su Lan’s worth only a hundred years," Meng Hao thought grimly, "then even dual cultivating with a Deva Realm cultivator might only fetch a few thousand..."

He exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. The weight of that number—100 trillion—pressed down on his ambitions like a mountain.

A flicker of frustration crossed his eyes. "No, even immortal fairies wouldn’t close that gap. I’d need thousands of top-tier women... tens of thousands... and that’s assuming they all agree to dual cultivate!"

It was maddening.

It was overwhelming.

It was... oddly motivating.

Because Meng Hao wasn’t the type to shy away from impossibility.

No—he was the type to stare it down with a smirk and a plan.

"Then I’ll start with the rarest... the ripest... the most powerful MILFs this world has to offer. Women with a thousand years, five thousand, even ten thousand years of cultivation packed into their bodies." His lips curled into a faint, devilish grin. "If I can’t outpace time... I’ll devour it, one goddess at a time."

His path was long.

But the rewards were divine.

A sharp glint flickered in his eyes.

"No—only in the Immortal World can I find women who carry such terrifying cultivation value. Until then..."

His gaze turned colder. "...I must climb, step by step. Target the most refined, most ancient, most powerful MILFs one by one. It’s the only way."

And the first on his hit list?

Li Hong—Li Yao’s mother.

A woman worth 1,000 cultivation years in a single dual cultivation.

A smile crept across his lips.

With that thought, he waved his hand mentally and dismissed the shimmering system panel. The golden light dimmed and slowly dissolved, like mist being carried away by the morning breeze. It was no longer time to dream of unreachable bloodlines... it was time to act.

Meng Hao now turned his attention back to the present.

Before him stood Li Yao—frozen like a statue carved from jade, yet trembling within. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling beneath the delicate folds of her pale pink robe embroidered with silver lotuses. Her hands, normally so graceful, were now clutched tightly together at her waist, fingers twisting into the fabric as though trying to anchor herself.

Her eyes—wide, luminous, and trembling—were locked onto him with a mixture of awe and desperation, as if she feared that one blink would cause him to vanish from existence.

And who could blame her?

She had witnessed a transformation no mortal woman could prepare for. The Meng Hao she had once flirted with, teased, and selfishly drugged into a forbidden night of dual cultivation... was gone.

The mysterious charm gain from dual cultivating with Su Lan—Meng Hao no longer looked like a promising junior brother. He looked like something else entirely.

He had become devastating.

Unreal.

Under the soft gleam of morning sunlight filtering through the glazed tiles of the sixth peak’s outer court, his features seemed carved by immortal hands—his eyes like deep pools that promised both salvation and ruin, his skin fair yet glowing with healthy yang vitality, and his aura... thick with divine seduction and primal dominance.

Even the spiritual qi in the air trembled around him, as if enchanted.

Li Yao’s heart thudded wildly. Her spiritual energy churned in chaos, unable to stabilize. She had dual cultivated with this man—her body knew his touch intimately. But now... now he felt like a stranger wearing the face of her addiction.

A god she couldn’t reach.

But Meng Hao’s face?

It was unreadable—calm, reserved... and just faintly disappointed.

He held a subtle frown between his brows, the kind of expression that could twist guilt deeper into a woman’s soul than any punishment ever could. He looked as if he’d been wounded not by swords, but by trust betrayed.

And that made it perfect.

Perfect for manipulation.

He took a step forward, slow and measured. The soles of his boots whispered against the white jade floor as his robes trailed behind him like clouds. The air seemed to grow heavier with each step he took.

Then, in a voice as soft as drifting snow yet laced with bitter undertone, he spoke:

"Senior sister."

Li Yao blinked, her breath catching in her throat. Her cheeks turned red, and a sudden wave of guilt washed over her heart.

"What should I say? I took advantage of him. I used a forbidden aphrodisiac on him... I forced him..."

She clenched her hands tightly, fingernails digging into her palm.

"He must be furious with me. What if... what if he doesn’t want me anymore?What if he goes far away from me?"

Her heartbeat quickened.

But before she could speak, Meng Hao interrupted her thoughts with a calm, heavy voice—dripping with sorrow and reproach.

"Senior Sister," he began, his brows furrowed in faux melancholy, "I know what you did..."

Li Yao’s eyes widened in horror. Her lips parted, but no words came.

Meng Hao’s voice was low but filled with "pain."

"If you were that lustful about my body... why didn’t you just say so? Did you really need to use such vicious methods to force me?"

He sighed and shook his head, the image of a righteous man betrayed.

"Did you really think I’d reject you... if you had asked me directly for dual cultivation?"

Those words struck Li Yao like thunderclaps.

Her eyes instantly welled up, tears spilling down her cheeks without warning.

"No... no, junior brother! I—I wasn’t thinking straight! I was scared...!" she sobbed, her voice cracking. "I was foolish! I thought that if I didn’t act fast, someone else might take you away from me!"

Her voice trembled with raw emotion. "I didn’t want to lose you... please, believe me... I never wanted to hurt you!"

Tears streamed down her face, wetting the edges of her delicate silk robe. Her slender body quivered, and her aura became chaotic and scattered.

Meng Hao inwardly smirked. Hooked.

But outwardly, he wore the perfect mask of understanding.

He stepped forward slowly, his robes fluttering slightly in the breeze. Then, in one fluid motion, he pulled her gently into his embrace.

Her slender frame tensed in surprise, but she didn’t resist.

His arms around her were warm, secure... intoxicating.

His lips moved close to her ear and whispered, "Senior Sister... no one can take me away from you."

His voice was soft, soothing, yet edged with seductive confidence.

"In the future, if you ever feel the desire to dual cultivate with me again... just say so. I won’t deny you. Just don’t ever use those kinds of underhanded methods again, alright?"

Li Yao, trembling in his arms, felt something inside her break.

Her pride, her restraint, her suspicion—all melted away in the warmth of his voice.

She clung to him tighter, her voice muffled against his chest.

"I’m sorry... I was wrong... I won’t ever do that again... I swear..."

As she pressed herself closer to him, her face buried against his chest, Meng Hao’s smirk deepened inwardly.

"Easily manipulated, obedient, and utterly devoted..."

"Perfect."

She was no longer an obstacle. She was a bridge.

A means to reach her mother—Li Hong, the real prize.

Meng Hao gently stroked her back as he whispered softly, "Let’s put this behind us, Senior Sister. From now on... let’s trust each other."

She nodded, her tears drying slowly as her guilt was replaced with renewed obsession.

Meng Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

But he said nothing. Instead, he slowly pulled back from the embrace and gave her a gentle, warm smile—the kind that shattered hearts.