Lingxiao Immortal Mother Records
The long-sealed Abyssal Realm was about to open once more. Fenglong City, this strategic fortress situated between the Lingxiao Empire and the various nations of the Western Regions, was now bursting with people.
Immortal cultivators from all corners of the world had gathered here: elites from the great sects of Lingxiao, demi-humans from the Western Regions, and even mysterious scions from the Northern Border and the Profound Sea. There were also demonic cultivators and rogue cultivators of dubious origins.
If not for Fenglong City—this border stronghold that had stood firm for a thousand years—it would be hard to imagine any other place where such a mixed crowd could temporarily coexist in peace.
However, this current harmony was nothing but an illusion. The moment they entered the Abyssal Realm, only slaughter for the sake of seizing inheritances would remain.
The world of cultivation was one where the weak were prey to the strong. Cultivators would already draw their blades against each other over a mere ordinary magic treasure, let alone the ancient, heaven-defying inheritances hidden beneath the Abyssal Realm.
Obtaining even one such inheritance could lead to meteoric success. And if someone managed to claim a major inheritance like Fairy Fengling, Ling Ruobing, had done more than a decade ago...
Breaking through to the seventh stage would be only a matter of time. Establishing one's own sect, claiming countless peerless immortal beauties as one's own—these would no longer be mere dreams.
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Inside the largest restaurant in Fenglong City, nearly a thousand tables and chairs were arranged facing the center, and every floor from top to bottom was packed full.
Exquisite delicacies covered every table—every kind of flying bird and running beast imaginable, many of them rare spirit beasts.
Such grandeur was something one would normally only witness inside the Lingxiao Imperial Palace.
"Heh, a Northern Border Odd Plume Bird. What a lavish spread."
In an inconspicuous corner on the second floor, a plain-looking, simply dressed middle-aged cultivator sat on the floor. He gazed at the delicacies on his table and clicked his tongue in admiration, clearly delighted at his good fortune today.
"Oh? So this is an Odd Plume Bird... I've never heard of it before."
Hearing someone speak to him, the middle-aged cultivator turned his head and saw a handsome young man in dark robes sitting nearby, accompanied by two women.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist." The middle-aged man cupped his hands in a polite greeting, sensing the youth was not some evil outsider.
"No need to be so formal. Are you from Lingxiao, Senior?"
The young man smiled warmly and returned the greeting. The middle-aged man nodded and gave him a quick once-over.
The youth looked no older than twenty. He was clearly one of the juniors here for the Abyssal Realm expedition. And the two women beside him...
The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned. Both women were kneeling gracefully at the youth's sides—one in purple, one in pink. Their sheer gauze dresses did nothing to hide their explosive, seductive figures.
Their four enormous snow-white breasts were as full and perfectly round as inflated balloons, equally magnificent, while their wide, fertile hips curved in an utterly mesmerizing way.
Kneeling like this, their massive tits looked like two pairs of heavy watermelons hanging from their waists. It was impossible not to imagine how lewdly and beautifully those fat, juicy udders would bounce and ripple when slammed by a man's cock.
Such perfect huge breasts, fat asses, slender waists, and long legs—even if their faces were average, these would be top-tier fuckmeat bodies that could drive any man wild with lust.
But their faces were anything but ordinary. Even though both wore veils, the middle-aged man still swallowed hard.
One had black hair and wore a purple dress, with fluffy dog ears atop her head. Despite her young age, she already radiated a cold, lofty beauty. Her peach-blossom eyes, which completely contradicted her icy demeanor, were endlessly captivating.
The other had golden-blonde hair and a pink dress. Her snowy rabbit ears were especially eye-catching. She looked pure and charming, yet also gentle and virtuous, her moist, sweet eyes quietly observing everything in the restaurant.
The black-haired girl completely ignored the middle-aged man from beginning to end, while the blonde rabbit-eared beauty gave a polite little nod without making eye contact.
What two otherworldly immortal fairies!
The man clicked his tongue inwardly and became even more respectful toward the young man. "May I ask which sect's young master you belong to? If I've offended you in any way, please forgive me."
"Hahaha, no need for that. My surname is Ling. Since we're both from Lingxiao, calling you 'Big Brother' shouldn't be a problem, right?"
The dark-robed youth was so friendly and approachable that the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. A young master who traveled with two heavenly beauties as his personal cock-warmers was obviously a hedonistic scion from a major sect. His lower body certainly wouldn't suffer during this trip.
"You honor me too much, Young Master Ling. My humble surname is Ji. I'm just an ordinary man who brought some juniors from my sect out to see the world."
"Oh? You're not entering the Abyssal Realm yourself?" the youth asked conversationally.
"Me? Haha, you jest, Young Master Ling. The Abyssal Realm has strict rules—only cultivators under thirty years of bone age may enter, and their cultivation must be below the fifth stage.
I passed that age long ago. How could I possibly have another chance at such a heaven-sent opportunity?"
Old Ji laughed while patting his thigh.
At that moment, the central area on the first floor suddenly lit up brilliantly, as if something important was about to happen.
A young blue-haired nobleman walked into the very center of the restaurant. The spot was visible to every guest, making it clear he was the host of tonight's banquet.
"That's Yan Ao, the Young Sect Master of the Frostheaven Sect," Old Ji recognized him immediately.
"Oh? Is he famous?"
"Of course. The Frostheaven Sect is one of the top powers in Lingxiao that can cover the sky with one hand. As for Yan Ao, his mother is the stunning Ice Charm Fairy. After becoming a widow, she was taken into the Emperor's harem and is currently deeply favored.
On top of that, he has extraordinary talent. He's already reached the mid-fourth stage at a young age and also serves as the commander of the Imperial Feather Forest Army. He's one of the Emperor's favorites.
Tonight's banquet was entirely arranged by him to gather all sorts of cultivators in Fenglong City."
"Frostheaven Sect… interesting…"
The youth murmured to himself as he opened his mouth. The cold, arrogant beauty beside him immediately melted like an iceberg in spring, gently feeding him a peeled lychee.
"Mmm~ Good girl." He smiled in satisfaction. The dog-eared beauty's earlobes flushed red. She shyly pressed her body closer, her black-stocking-clad leg rubbing against him. She looked nothing like the proud, unreachable snow lotus she appeared to outsiders.
To have trained such a domineering, icy beauty into an obedient dog-pet was enough to make any man drool with envy.
While the bitch was receiving favor, the pink-dressed bunny on the other side refused to be outdone. She delicately held up a wine cup with both hands and offered it to the youth.
"Husband~" she called out sweetly, her voice so coquettish it made his bones go soft.
"How could I refuse my dear Yan'er's kindness?" The black-robed youth acted as if no one else existed. Staring deeply into the bunny's shy, sparkling eyes, he drank the fine wine in one gulp.
Old Ji watched with his jaw dropped. This level of good fortune truly made one green with envy.
"Ahem… In short, Yan Ao relies on his imperial connections to act tyrannically. Combined with his actual strength and deep family background, he can be said to be lawless. He's done many shady things in secret.
Nowadays, rumors in the streets call him the number one young noble of Lingxiao."
Upon hearing Old Ji's words, not only did the black-robed youth reveal a strange smile, even the two peerless beauties beside him couldn't help covering their mouths under their veils and letting out soft giggles.
"Huh? Did I say something wrong?" Old Ji was confused.
The black-robed young master leaned forward slightly, resting a hand on his knee. "It's nothing. It's just that you said the Frostheaven Sect reigns supreme in Lingxiao, but I heard that the number one sect under the heavens is the Lingjue Sect?"
"Lingjue Sect?" Old Ji paused. "Well… that is correct. Fairy Ling's cultivation is unrivaled, and as a seventh-stage powerhouse she stands alone at the peak. However…"
"The Lingjue Sect has very few disciples. They only recruit two or three young girls from the mortal world every few years. Even though each one is incredibly powerful, their numbers are tiny.
Moreover, Fairy Ling made an agreement with the Emperor long ago not to interfere in mortal affairs, so their influence is far less widespread than the Frostheaven Sect's."
The youth nodded at Old Ji's explanation. "I see. So this Yan Ao does have some backing."
"Mm. Young Master, if you're also entering the Abyssal Realm, it would be best not to clash with Yan Ao," Old Ji advised. Though he had a feeling this cheerful young master wasn't the type to fear anyone.
"Thank you for the concern, Senior."
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