The next day,

Within the peak of the now Wang territory, over three thousand feet above the ground, the spiritual energy was dense enough to form a visible golden mist, swirling around the pavilions like a living breath of the Heaven.

The Patriarch, Wang Xuhan, sat in a lotus position while checking the family Genealogy.

He came from a small family where his father was a mere mortal living his life heeding the poetry and drinking the wine. Mother meanwhile, was the courtesan of a fallen cultivation family.

He had risen from the mud to the clouds, building the Wang Family from a small clan of mud-stained mortals into a force that could fight tigers and slay bears. As Fate would have it, with the help of a Profound Scholar who guided countless hermits, he had created the family Genealogy, a sacred scroll that recorded the bloodlines of the Wang Clan.

The motto of the family was as follows:

Do not oppress the humble, nor bend the knee to wealth.

Trust not the wanton heart, nor the smile that hides a blade.

Offer aid to those in hardship,

Share grain with the hungry and the cold.

Revere the forebears and remember the roots from which we rise.

Let virtue and wisdom be passed through generations like an unbroken flame.

Let prosperity and long years be shared beneath the same ancestral roof,

And let righteousness spread wherever the name of Wang is spoken.

With Heaven and Earth as witnesses and guardians,

May the Wang lineage be endowed— Flourishing for a thousand autumns.

All he did was act on the family teaching that he swore under Heaven and earth as a witness, but now, the family was in a clash. A few of his wives were against him for disregarding the offer made by Elder Gu.

Just where has the Wang Family sailed? Was this a blessing or a curse? His family was flourishing, but his wives who were closer than ever were now moving away.

Madam Zhu, there is no need to say anything about her, but now... He was in a clash with Madam Lian, and others as well. Perhaps he never understood how greedy and self-investing these women were. Well, he apprehended that there might have never been deep cultivated feelings of nine lives and nine sorrows.

Things were calm but now that Tianmo had woken up, he knew that the calm was merely the eye of the storm. He couldn't fathom on what to do from now on.

Shall he follow the vow he made to the heavens, or shall he bow to the shifting tides of power?

The monk thinks once, shakes his head twice.

"What sin have I committed... Greed is tearing apart this family. It would have been better if I were dead than to have been brought back from eternal slumber."

He spoke to himself, first clenching hard until his knuckles turned white, then loosening his grip, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away like snow under the spring sun.

Obviously, he knew Tianmo was possessed, and now... he has given up on his wives as well, they were but social climbers. But the children, they are still his children. He needs to think for themselves as well... As a father, he was certainly happy that his children were now cultivators, but as a man, he was worried about the future.

After studying Buddhist scriptures to calm his heart and obtaining inner peace, he finally descended from the peak, his steps heavy with the weight of a thousand unspoken regrets, towards the main courtyard to have a fresh set of tea and enjoy the night breeze.

However... What's going on? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In the night, Madam Lian quietly made her way towards the Main chamber where Tianmo stayed.

He didn't have good feelings about this... But deep inside... He was feeling excited as well. Yes, excited.

"No... No... Why am I excited thinking about my wife getting close to my son?" Wang Xuhan muttered, his hand trembling. It felt like he had fallen into a demonic heart path.

He couldn't help but feel an erection, imagining his beautiful wife, peerless and voluptuous spreading her legs, her Jade gate opening to accept the length of a demon, who now possessed his son.

"No, no... I shouldn't think about this. Yes. Let's chant Buddhist scripture to calm my mind."

He closed his eyes, reciting the Heart Sutra, but the words felt like dry dust in his mouth. The image of Madam Lian, with her silk robes and the scent of musk, was burned into his mind's eye.

No... He couldn't help but unleash his divine sense, he wanted to know why she was there. He had strong curiosity... The moment his consciousness brushed against the chamber, the scene unfolded like a painting in his mind.

"Son... Have you thought about the matters we discussed before?" She uttered, her tone seductive and slutty, her voice dripping with honeyed poison.

She was clad in a virtuous yet sinister blue silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, the deep cleavage of her bosom heaving with every breath she took.

Xuhan couldn't help but curse her. She had never dressed so seductively for him, in all their years of marriage. Yet, for his son, she wore the silk like a second skin, the fabric straining against the heavy, ripe swell of her breasts, the neckline plunging to reveal a canyon of shadow and pale flesh that seemed to beg for a conqueror. She had clearly taken a bath, used the perfume smelling of honey and orchids, and applied the rouge to her lips until they were a tempting, crimson fruit.

But his son... He was indifferent, like a celestial Immortal from the upper realm, looking down at the mortals below. He sat cross-legged on the bed, his robes already discarded, revealing the upper physique that was sculpted from the finest jade and tempered by the hardest steel. His skin was pale, glowing with a faint, ethereal light.

"Son... Look at me."

His wife tempted him further with a seductive pose, leaning slightly closer showing off her cleavage, they were beautiful, two heavy globes of flesh that seemed to defy gravity, with added redness of cherry, shameful yet enchanting— She had rubbed the cherry oil on her mounds, making them glisten in the moonlight.

"Hm... You are trying so hard to seduce me, mind telling me the reason?" Tianmo asked.

Wang Xuhan couldn't help but curse his son in his heart. A beauty was right in front of him, seducing him, and instead of jumping on her, playing with her body, he was uttering some nonsense. What a stupid brat... Don't you have a Yang rod? Spread her legs and drill her. Show her how a man handles his plaything.

No wait... He couldn't believe what he was thinking.

He 'was' the Patriarch, the head of the Wang Family, a man of virtue and wisdom. Why was he cursing his own son for not taking the bait? Why was his heart pounding like a war drum, his blood boiling with a heat that had nothing to do with cultivation?

"Seduce? Is it wrong for a woman to seduce a man? Pray tell me, where is it written? I am but a humble woman, you are clearly powerful, if you truly seldom my presence, I wouldn't even have an opportunity to be here..." She climbed on his bed, her movements fluid like water, her silk robe slipping further down her shoulders, revealing the pale, creamy expanse of her collarbone and the deep, shadowed valley between her breasts.

"If you truly don't wish to embrace your mother, speak a word 'No' and I shall take my leave, never to disturb your peace again," she whispered, her voice a silken thread wrapping around his neck.

"Cold face... Cold heart... You make me excited. I truly wished to melt you with my body," she added, her hand reaching out to touch his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, her touch feather-light yet searing.

Xuhan couldn't help but feel his erection harden, his mind filled with the image of his wife's hands on his son's Yang Rod, stroking him gently while uttering the poetry of love and life. Oh, ho ho, what a bliss.

"Ughh... I couldn't believe I was cured from my long disease seeing my wife in someone's embrace..." Instead of being confused about whether to feel happy or sad, he felt double happiness.

Wait... That feels wrong. Very wrong.

It must be heart demon. Yes. It must be heart demon. It must be test from heart demon, hmph, so what if his wife is sleeping with his son? He doesn't care. It's just a body. It's just a body. Yes, it's just a body.

His hands instinctively reached towards his rod, the fabric of his trousers growing tight against the sudden, violent swelling of his desire.