Chapter 167: Wine, Women, And Song?
Chapter 167: Wine, Women, And Song?
Rolling back time to the exact moment I crossed the threshold of the Holy Son Palace alongside Minglong and Gu Xia, I felt a familiar, creeping sense of dread. For the record, I hadn’t actually planned for any of the madness that followed. It was a perfect, volatile convergence of Fate, Murphy’s Law, and the chaotic trinity of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
The two women trailed me into my private quarters at the rear of the palace. I let out a heavy breath, unstrapping the massive, cumbersome coffin from my back and propping it against the side of my oversized bed.
Gu Xia turned to Minglong, her eyes flashing with a sudden, calculating spark. She fished an item out of her robes and pressed it into the dragon’s palm. "Minglong, take this. It's my backup fake Identity Sect Token. It lets you bypass the sect’s defensive formation so you can teleport in and out without triggering the alarms. Go down to the cultivator town at the foot of the Infinite Sky Mountains and grab some of that roadside street food we like. Here, take some gold."
Minglong’s eyes went wide at the sight of the glittering coins. Both the dragon and I knew exactly what Gu Xia was doing—she wanted me entirely to herself in the bathing chamber. But a greedy dragon prioritizes her stomach above all else. Snatching the gold and the token without a second thought, Minglong vanished out the door.
Left alone, I leaned my newly acquired Heavy Saber against the wall next to the coffin. With a flick of my wrist, I began pulling a dangerous assortment of alchemical supplies from my storage ring and lining them up on the table: flasks of The Father of Regrets sake, pure white Truth Pills, deep blue Slumber Pills, pea-green Antidote Pills, caramel-colored Meditation Pills, and finally, a cache of unmarked, suspiciously bright pink spheres—the infamous, highly volatile Dragon’s Aphrodisiac Pills.
Gu Xia watched the colorful array settle on the wood, her gaze locking onto the pink ones with sudden, mischievous hope. "Oh~! Can I have one of those pink pills, Hao Hun? Hehe."
I leaned back, giving her a sideways look that clearly communicated I thought she was being an idiot. "Silly woman," I teased, shaking my head. "The Enamored Gu already nested inside you is more potent than this damn poison. I literally died the last time I took three of those evil things. Now, give me a few minutes. I need to swap over to my Life element magic core so I can recalibrate the Gu insects I managed to intercept inside these trapping talismans. While I'm at it, I'll extract yours too."
It had been a busy morning. Most of the cultivators present at the early assembly had been stealthily implanted with Gu insects by Su Youming, acting under the direct orders of the Emperor. I had been targeted with a Love Gu, while Xue Wuxia was hit with a malicious Golden Silkworm Gu. Xia Bing’s unique constitution made her entirely immune, so she slipped through unscathed. As for Minglong, they hadn't dared try anything; her raw power and soul level were terrifying enough to make any subversion attempt a suicide mission.
I doubted the Emperor or Su Youming would ever dare plant a Gu inside Su Mei or Su Ruyan, but everyone else was fair game. When I met up with Xia Sha later tonight, I’d have to peel back the talisman I gave her to see what kind of exotic insect I had managed to catch.
Closing my eyes, I shifted the internal alignment of my soul, replacing the cold stagnation of death with the vibrant, pulsing resonance of my Life core.
Pale green mana flooded my fingertips as I channeled my Greater Life utility magic directly into the Gu Trapping Talisman. Step by step, I severed the spiritual threads connecting the insect to Su Youming, weaving my own aura into its consciousness instead.
As the new master link snapped into place, the insect's base instincts flooded my mind. I learned its specific breeding requirements, its feeding cycles, and, most amusingly, its ultimate trigger: it bound itself irreversibly to the very first man to fertilize the female host. Ironically, that was already me.
Even if I hadn't used a protective charm, I would have been the designated male target of this Good Luck Gu, and Xue Wuxia would have reaped the windfall of fortune. Instead, the prize was mine, leaving me with a grand total of two Golden Silkworm Gu in my arsenal.
Focused entirely on guiding the pale green mana over the trapped insects, I failed to notice the sheer stupidity Gu Xia was manufacturing right beside my bed.
With a smug, quiet smile, Gu Xia uncorked one of the stoneware bottles of The Father of Regrets. She picked up a single, bright pink pill, dropped it straight into the alcohol, and carefully resealed the lid with a fresh dollop of hot wax.
"Hehe," she whispered to herself, entirely pleased with her own logic. "I'll take this into the bath to share with my man. It's just one pill split between the two of us, so it won't be too much... Surely this will guarantee I get pregnant, right? Oh, but why are these pills not even labeled?"
Pulling out a magical inscription pen, she began to scribble furiously over the paper labels of the remaining pink stash. She stepped back, admiring her handy work, and read the new name aloud with a proud nod. "Fertility Elixir! Perfect. Now it actually says what it does, haha~!"
"Hey, Gu Xia, let's go. I'm done here," I called out, my sudden voice making the little imp jump. "Wait, what are you doing with those bottles?"
Guilt flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a hopeful, desperate desire for a child. She snatched up the doctored bottle of The Father of Regrets, giving it a gentle, subtle swish to ensure the pink pill dissolved entirely into the sake. "Let's have a drink while we get clean," she purred, flashing a wicked grin. "Then we get dirty, and then we get clean all over again, haha?"
I nodded, shifting my internal energy to swap my magic core back to the Death element, but her hand immediately clamped down on my wrist, stopping me. Her sky-grey eyes looked up into mine with sudden, striking earnestness.
"Don't change it back," she pleaded softly. "Please... make love to me using your Life element core. I want a baby that inherits Fire, Air, and Death, not one born of Nether-Ice. I'm in love with Loki Sky, not the shadow of Hao Hun."
I blinked, genuinely caught off guard by her candor. "Didn't the Emperor explicitly order you to get pregnant by Hao Hun? And wouldn't you prefer a Beastmaster daughter possessing both Death and Ice?" I gestured down to my current form, the heavy disguise of the Corpse Refining Sect still perfectly intact.
She pulled me eagerly toward the heavy steam rising from the bathing chamber, her lips curling into a rebellious smirk. "If the Emperor wants it, then I don't want it. Besides, our child will definitely inherit Death anyway, right? But looking ahead, I want to spend my future standing at Loki Sky's side, not locked away here with Hao Hun. I want Loki Sky to be my man, and the father of my child!"
Her fierce, defiant gaze locked onto mine, leaving absolutely no room for doubt.
"So," I summarized, a slow, entertained smile spreading across my face. "Your master plan is to get pregnant, completely abandon the Corpse Refining Sect to defect to the Demonic Sect, and publicly cuckold my Hao Hun persona... all just to completely ruin the Emperor's week?"
Her eyebrows danced with pure, unadulterated mischief. I had hit the nail right on the head.
Aside from the fact that it made my Hao Hun identity look like a thoroughly humiliated fool—guaranteeing a massive, spectacular blood feud between Hao Hun and Loki Sky in the eyes of the public—the plan was wonderfully, beautifully chaotic.
"Alright, I love it," I laughed, matching her enthusiasm. "Let's go execute the plan... and get you pregnant."
She dragged me through the threshold of the bath, tightly gripping the spiked bottle of sake, completely unaware that in her flustered state she grabbed the wrong bottle.
And that was when we ran into Xia Sha leaning against a nearby pillar, watching our every move to go bathe.
Meanwhile, across the palace compound, the meeting Xia Sha had privately requested with Su Mei was already underway. Su Mei had moved swiftly, utilizing her magic to slip into Xia Sha’s bedchamber undetected, completely cloaked in the physical guise of her daughter, Su Youming.
Xia Sha watched her arrive, her eyes tracking the flawless transformation with a deep, lingering sense of envy. The power of the Succubus Locket was nothing short of miraculous. With nothing more than a single strand of hair from an adult woman, the user could perfectly mirror that woman's physical form. It didn't alter clothing or armor like a traditional Dark magic Disguise Cloak did, but the intrinsic biological benefits of this Legendary Artifact were infinitely superior.
Su Mei didn't just look like the person she copied; the locket forced her flesh to radiate the exact mana signature and biological aura of the target. It possessed strict limitations—it could only mimic adult females, it locked in the aura precisely as it was when the hair was harvested, and it could only store five distinct identities at any given time—but its ability to effortlessly bypass Cursed Eyes and True Sight made it a coveted Secret Realm Treasure. The only reason the Emperor hadn't slit Su Mei's throat to claim it for his own treasury was its absolute refusal to function for a male user.
Yet, despite Xia Sha’s envy, Su Mei secretly loathed the artifact.
The reality of her marriage was a nightmare. The only times the Emperor ever showed any passion toward her in bed was when she used the locket to transform into women he had yet to conquer or break—women like Wan Meidi, Xue Wuxia, Su Ruyan, Su Youming, or even Xia Sha herself. The moment the Emperor fully subdued a woman, he lost all interest, his twisted lust entirely driven by the thrill of the unobtainable.
What truly disgusted Su Mei to her core was the realization that the Emperor grew most aroused when she took the form of her own daughters. He played out his foul, taboo family fantasies using her body as a proxy, a reality that made her despise her own existence.
Few knew the darker truth of her past. She had once possessed a rare, potent Half Wood Nymph bloodline—the sole reason the Emperor had married her in the first place. But once he had forcefully drained and absorbed every drop of that heritage to fuel his own advancement, he had violently infected her with a replacement bloodline to keep her core from collapsing into uselessness.
Violated and forever altered, she kept the truth buried deep within her soul: she now carried the Half Succubus bloodline. It cursed her with a perpetual, radiating natural charm, but it also cursed her with an unnatural, burning lust that she could never truly satisfy on her own. It forced her into acting out those repulsive bedroom roles just to find a modicum of release.
So, when she had viewed the secret recording of Hao Hun and Xia Sha together, the volatile bloodline in her veins had begun to burn all over again.
"Let us settle this matter regarding Hao Hun and Ye Feng privately, shall we, Su Mei?" Xia Sha spoke, breaking the silence.
Su Mei adjusted her posture, her voice filtering out through Su Youming's vocal cords. "Won't you offer your guest a drink first, Sect Master Sha?"
Xia Sha nodded smoothly, rising from her seat to walk over to her private liquor cabinet. Su Mei had only requested the drink because her sharp eyes had caught something interesting—the exact silk outfit Xia Sha had been wearing in the recording was draped nearby, and her curiosity was thoroughly piqued.
When Xia Sha returned, she poured the clear, alchemical sake into two wide clay bowls. They drank, trading measured, cautious words about the politics of the mountain. But the moment the liquid hit Su Mei's tongue, her eyes widened in profound shock.
The Demonic Sect wine crafted by Loki Sky was spectacular, but its true miracle lay in how it interacted with her corrupted physiology. The moment the fluid settled, the raging, frantic heat of her Half Succubus bloodline instantly cooled, plunging her into a tranquil, deeply relaxed state akin to a post-coital Sage Mode. It acted as a perfect, flawless sexual depressant.
Trying to hide her desperation, Su Mei immediately pushed to include more of the vintage in their deal. Xia Sha merely shook her head, explaining that Hao Hun had only gifted her this single bottle, and they had just finished it.
Disappointed but momentarily placated, Su Mei took her leave. Left alone, Xia Sha stared at her empty bowl, a sudden, eager warmth settling into her chest. She began contemplating what specific silks to wear to bed tonight. She felt a powerful, sudden yearning to welcome her husband back into her arms, driven by the hopeful ambition of conceiving a third child—a Nether-Ice Necromancer, if her luck held true.
Emerging into the elegant, sweeping corridors of the Holy Son Palace outside Xia Sha’s eastern residence, Su Mei paused. She ran a hand over her face, still tightly locked in the physical disguise of her daughter, Su Youming.
"I need more of that sake," she muttered to the empty hall, her heart hammering against her ribs. The soothing calm was already beginning to fade, the familiar, itchy heat of her bloodline clawing its way back to the surface.
She turned her gaze toward the inner sanctuary of the cultivation paradise. Without a single shred of hesitation, her boots clicked against the polished stone. Stepping away from the exits, she marched directly toward the Holy Son’s personal quarters, fully intending to use Su Youming's face to demand a fresh supply of The Father of Regrets from Hao Hun.
After a lengthy, breathless session of thoroughly parting ways with the fully inseminated Gu Xia at the bathhouse door, I stretched my aching shoulders and made my way back to the primary bedchamber, ready to spend the rest of the night fulfilling my duties to Xia Sha.
Click. Creak.
I pushed the heavy wooden door open and froze in the entryway, a mixture of utter helplessness and sheer amusement washing over me.
My soon-to-be "second" eastern main-wife, Sect Master Xia Sha, was sprawled across the center of my massive bed. She was wearing nothing but a black-and-gold silk kimono top, tossed entirely open to reveal the full, heavy curve of her breasts and the flawless, sculpted contours of her hairless body.
The immediate problem lay scattered on the floorboards: two completely empty stoneware bottles of my alchemical sake.
Her skin was flushed a deep, burning crimson. Her greenish-grey eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with a terrifyingly potent, feral lust. Her hips were arching off the mattress, her fingers working frantically between her own thighs as she let out short, ragged gasps, completely trapped in an artificial erotic trance.
The pieces fell into place instantly. Gu Xia had mislabeled the aphrodisiacs. Xia Sha must have found the pink spheres, assumed they were standard fertility aids, and washed them down with the (spiked) wine. She had accidentally overdosed herself into absolute madness.
"Dear Sha," I said carefully, stepping into the room. "I wasn't even in the bath that long. I was just about to come look for you."
Hearing my voice, her head snapped toward me. "Husband... help me! Ahahn~!" Her voice was an desperate, unhinged whimper that sent a sudden, involuntary spike of heat straight to my gut.
My initial instinct was to stall. My Hidden Gu was still actively running, masking my true nature beneath the cold, rigid aura of my Hao Hun disguise. I desperately needed a few seconds to drop the illusion and cycle back to my Death magic core. But Xia Sha wasn't waiting. She scrambled across the silk sheets on all fours, dragging her flushed, trembling body toward the edge of the bed in sheer desperation.
Realizing she was about to tumble onto the floor, I lunged forward, catching her by the shoulders and shifting my weight to pin her safely back against the mattress. I kicked off my single bathrobe, letting the linen flutter down to join her discarded silks on the floorboards.
The moment my skin met hers, she went wild. In a blind, alcohol-fueled haze, she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a frantic, bruising kiss that tasted heavily of sweet sake and raw desire. The lethal combination of the Dragon’s Pill and the wine had erased every shred of her usual Sect Master dignity, leaving behind nothing but an aggressive, predatory hunger for release.
Sensing she was past the point of reason, I rolled her over, guiding her hips up into a doggy-style position to ease the overwhelming pressure building in her core. I lined myself up with her slick, overflowing heat and drove forward, burying myself entirely to the base in one smooth, unbroken thrust.
A loud, piercing cry of absolute, climax-filled relief tore from her throat, her entire spine arching like a taut bow as her hips slammed back against mine to meet the impact.
"AHHHHHH~! Hao Huuuuuuuun~!"
The sight of her smooth back curving under my hands, combined with the rhythmic, desperate tightening of her body around me, shattered my remaining restraint. I locked my hands firmly onto her maternal hips, establishing a punishing, heavy rhythm that filled the quiet room with the steady, heavy music of her groans and breathless begging.
Yet, even as the pleasure threatened to cloud my thoughts, a sudden, wicked realization sparked in the back of my mind. I was still running my Life core mode to ensure a successful conception. Fate, it seemed, had timed this absolute chaos perfectly.