Chương 27: Enlightenment

"Qin Lin!" I said in a military voice.

"Present!" Lin answered in surprise, and almost jumped from my lap.

"I missed you so much! We have to make sweet love." I whispered in a tender voice, and pushed my free hand into her wet flower. Lin just nodded and blushed, melting in my arms. I floated us onto the bed, then began doing just that, while ignoring the other women. I started by kissing her body from top to bottom and back again, until she was whimpering with desire, then I raised her and wrapped her legs around my hips, our chests touching with every bounce.

It wasn't a difficult or shameful position, just sweet lovemaking, and the sound of slapping flesh accompanied by tender moans filled my small cultivator abode, followed by the fragrant smell of spring dew.

"I missed you too..." my first wife murmured and hugged me tight.

"I missed you more." I answered in my best charming voice, and fondled her ass with expert hands.

"..." I could hear the tiny gasps of my other wives, envious of the love and care that Qin Lin received. Mei especially, since she never got to enjoy my dick in this way, since her Venerable father wanted her purity intact, likely to sacrifice her as a virgin for a stronger demon. I drew a back a little, and saw Lin's eyes glaze with love, then I saw forever in her eyes. It was such a crazy and special vision that I almost ran away. Was this what Tian meant by contemplating the Dao?

An infinite well of love and power? How was I not burned into a crisp already? My dick exploded into bliss, while Lin sighed as her spring gushed out, while her cultivation raised to the peak of Qi Gathering, as if karma itself approved of our love.

"Enlightenment! Sakura did you sense it too?" Na Gong whispered to her new friend.

"... A small one... but yes. A lotus dharma vision. Should I be more surprised?" Sakura asked in wonder. Na Gong fell silent while I leaned closer and kissed Lin's rosy lips. Sometimes silence was best. My young wife remained in a daze, her soul mingled with mine at both ends. I guess this is what dual cultivation was supposed to look like, not the lewd moves that Pef brought from another world. Those were pleasant of course, but didn't even tingle in the face of what just happened. Should I try this more often?

With other wives too? So many questions. I just rubbed Lin's back in gentle moves, then placed her under a blanket on my bed. After that, I flew back to the table and drank a cup of tea, still gathering my thoughts.

"Qin Lin needs rest now. We will talk more tomorrow." I said in a low voice, but my wives were all cultivators and could understand my meaning. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. After a minute, only Mei remained, still confined to residence as a captured spy. She sat in my lap and poured me tea, her pretty face showing shifting emotions.

"Do you think... I could gain enlightenment too?" Mei asked as I sipped my tea, and going over my future moves.

"I don't control the Dao, my lovely spy. This might be Lin's fortune, and only hers. Anyway, your father wants you a virgin, probably as a sacrifice for a strong demon. Or maybe a political alliance with another faction." I answered with a distant smile.

"Who cares what that monster wants! I want you, Pef Tian! And I know you like me too. You wouldn't tease me and bully me like this, if I was just an enemy you captured." Mei argued rather convincingly, and placed my free hand on her boob. I squeezed her soft breast by reflex, and it did feel great. It was only a C cup or so, but perky and warm, and fit perfectly in my palm.

"I do enjoy bullying you, my Dark Sister. You're like a red rose, protected by sharp thorns ready to spill my blood, if I am not careful. However, protecting Qin Lin is my greatest desire, and you..." I continued while playing with both her boobs in turns.

"You're afraid I would hurt her?" Mei asked directly.

"Pain is not the problem. I will hurt her too, and quite deliberately. You recall your beating, I suppose?" I asked rhetorically. You wouldn't forget such a beating soon.

"I can swear on the Dao! Anything you want! Just.. take me too, Pef Tian!" Mei pleaded and held two fingers up for an oath.

"Yes. You should do that, Dark Sister. Tomorrow, in the yard. Now go to your corner and cultivate. Below Core Realm, you're no use to me." I demanded in a harsher voice, then flew away and lay myself beside Lin, holding her in my arms as a lucky charm. I wasn't sure if I was hers, or maybe Lin was my lucky charm. Either way, since the Dao approved of our union, we will never be apart in this life. It was still too early for sleep, but I still had many plans to go over. What pills should I produce?

How many, before stronger people got wind of it. Or rather, how many should I sell? On this continent, a single Tier 3 pill was already a treasure. But with 500 pills, you could raise an army. Tier 3 pills worked best in Core Realm, and had minor effects for Nascent Souls. At most the Tier 3 pills could stabilize their cultivation after ascension, or increase healing and qi recovery. Instead, for Foundation cultivators such pills were almost too strong thus it was wiser to use Tier 2 pills.

There were other concerns, like elemental alignment. Ice and Yin cultivators couldn't use strong Fire and Yang pills, risking backlash and meridian rupture, without protections. And since Tian liked to solve all problems with a sword, he didn't bother to learn too much about other subjects, just the basics taught by his old master while Tian was young. Admittedly, those basics were top tier Nascent Soul stuff, so it wasn't that bad, but in his long life Tian could have learned so much more...

Hundreds of advanced sword cutting techniques could help no one who was sick. Nor could they be used to trading smartly, or to scam others to do what you want. Pef was much more useful, despite his lack of cultivation. As for Pef Tian, the milk boy could sell milk. That was also useful... I sighed again at my strange life, and hoped to find out one day who I was. Most likely, some kind of abomination of mingled souls, which will get shredded as I tried to advance into Nascent Soul.

I still hoped the milkman will prove himself and rise above the challenge. His flower was still alive after all, if not truly in control. Would the Heavens see this, and blast us into ash with a tribulation? Also possible. Maybe I could fuse my soul into a trefoil? It would be funny to have three small souls punching each other in my inner world. I sighed again. That would mean I was still alive, so good enough.