Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 2163 - 484: The Beautiful Mother’s Essence Drain 1

But Wang Yue still wanted to push it. He had an edge no one else did: his Qi purity was over fifty times that of a normal martial artist.

The purer the Qi, the finer the control. He could pull off stunts that regular martial artists wouldnʼt even dream of.

The reason Disguise techniques usually didnʼt apply to bone structure was simple: bones are critical. The marrow inside is the foundation of a human being. One wrong move, one accidental fracture, and even a powerful martial artist could end up paralyzed for life.

Changing bone structure was considered an impossible feat. For an ordinary martial artist, trying to do it was like using a massive pair of rusty pliers to repair a Swiss watch, or trying to stir-fry a meal using a computer-controlled excavator.

In all of martial history, successful cases were limited to desperate gamblers with god-tier luck.

Wang Yue was different. His hyper-pure Qi transformed those ”clunky pliers” into precision surgical tools. Even if he couldnʼt complete the transformation, he could stop at any second without causing himself a lick of damage.

His height had been bothering him for a long time. Danger or no danger, he had to try.

He settled his mind, focusing every ounce of his consciousness onto his left hand, beginning the process of altering the cells of bone and flesh.

The human body—flesh and bone alike—is just a collection of cells. Yu Suxinʼs Disguise technique worked by using Qi to manipulate facial cells, making some expand and others shrink to reshape the exterior. Wang Yueʼs plan was to trigger a global expansion of the cells in his left hand, scaling the bone and flesh up proportionally.

Technically, this was actually simpler than reshaping a face. It was just that because it involved bone, nobody was crazy enough to try it.

With his pure Qi, it was a breeze. In under five minutes, Wang Yueʼs left hand had grown a full size larger. It looked totally out of place compared to the rest of his body, but looking at the hand itself, it was perfect—the shape, the thickness, everything was proportional, just scaled up.

Thrilled, Wang Yue immediately applied the process to his entire body.

”Hahahaha!”

Half an hour later, Wang Yue let out a booming laugh.

From a distance, he looked exactly the same—same build, same features—but he had shot up to a towering two meters. He was a literal human iron tower now, his clothes straining and tearing at the seams.

”Hehe, Auntie, just wait until I get my hands on you next time!” Wang Yue let out a slightly lecherous chuckle. Then, his massive frame began to shrink. He passed through his normal proportions and kept going until he hit a pocket-sized height of barely 1.5 meters.

If you can expand cells, you can definitely shrink them.

He spent the next half hour experimenting, eventually confirming that he could shift anywhere between 1.45 and 2 meters at will. He could go further, but it started to feel physically uncomfortable. That was a hurdle for later, once his cultivation and Qi purity improved even more.

But for now? This was plenty. Definitely enough to handle his aunt.

Since dawn was still a way off, he kept digging into his new abilities. Controlling cell density and flight were the biggest perks of the Transcendence Realm. And the cell manipulation wasnʼt just about size.

Everything is made of cells. Controlling them meant infinite possibilities—limb regeneration, organ reconstruction, you name it.

Unless someone suffered a ”foundational injury” like Yu Suxin that cut off their access to their power, it was almost impossible to make an injury stick to a Transcendence master. As long as they had Qi, they could heal from almost anything in seconds.

To kill one, you either had to do it in one overwhelming strike or trap them in an inescapable environment and grind their Qi down to zero. Of course, if you were faster than them—like Wang Yue with his ”Wind God Kick”—everywhere was an inescapable environment for the enemy.

With his body tested, he moved on to his techniques.

Before Transcendence, his ”Wind God Kick” had felt a bit sluggish. Now, it was like an extension of his own body. The lag was gone, and his cultivation speed for the technique had skyrocketed. With a bit more practice, heʼd hit the ”Great Completion” stage in no time.

As for any technique below Heaven-tier, he could practically perform them in his sleep. Even the ones he barely practiced felt smooth.

This was why cultivation was the root of everything. Other martial artists obsessed over technique because their level-ups were slow; they had to master moves to stay competitive. Wang Yue and his women didnʼt have that problem.

Still, you reap what you sow. ”Great Completion” in a technique just meant the Qi flowed perfectly; to make those moves a reflex in the heat of battle still required hours of grinding. His women knew this. Despite their rapid leveling, they worked harder than ever.

Three years of ”hard labor” in the bedroom had made them fiercely independent; they werenʼt about to rely on a strong man for everything.

Speaking of techniques, the one Wang Yue valued most wasnʼt the Heaven-tier kick, but his trump card since the early days: the ”Eight-Stage Great Gale.”

To his disappointment, even with his Qi purity breaking the 50x barrier, the number of rotations didnʼt increase—it stayed capped at nine. The speed of the rotations improved slightly, dropping from 0.05 seconds to 0.04, but that 0.01-second difference wasnʼt a game-changer.

If an opponent couldnʼt dodge it in that timeframe, he could beat them with regular moves. If he couldnʼt beat them with regular moves, they were fast enough to clear the area in 0.04 seconds anyway. It remained a move for surprises or breaking indestructible objects.

As the sky began to pale, he turned back toward Jinling, feeling a bit of that lingering regret.

He had only flown a few dozen miles when he pulled up short, squinting at the river below. Three hundred-meter-long ships were sailing west in a V-formation.

Seeing ships on the Yangtze was normal. What wasnʼt normal was that it was dead of night and these ships were completely dark—not a single light on deck. They looked like ghost ships.

Pirates!

That was his first thought. Only pirates would be this sketchy, terrified of being spotted. Wang Yue had zero tolerance for pirates. He hated them. Since heʼd run into them, there was no way he was letting them pass.

But he wasnʼt reckless. He didnʼt want to hit the wrong target, so he swept the area with his divine sense.

Confirmed: they were pirate vessels straight out of a hidden base, likely on their way to a raid since they didnʼt have any loot or hostages yet.

With no innocents to worry about, Wang Yue positioned himself directly above them and threw a punch.

”Eight-Stage Great Gale!”

He didnʼt go full power. He only let the Qi rotate seven times before letting it rip. Even at the peak of Mortal-Shedding, his full power made a massive scene; now that he was exponentially stronger, full power would be like using a nuke to swat a fly.

Plus, he was only 200km from shore—too big of a blast could trigger a tsunami that would wreck the coastline.

Even a ”weakened” version was overkill.

BOOM!

His fist hit the water right in the center of the three ships. A deafening roar erupted as the calm river exploded. A massive shockwave created a wall of water that flipped the hundred-meter vessels like they were toy boats.

A giant crater, a thousand meters wide and hundreds of meters deep, opened up in the river.

Seconds later, the water rushed back in, creating a massive whirlpool that sucked the capsized ships down to the riverbed. Since they werenʼt submarines, they were crushed by the pressure. Maybe the hulls survived, but everyone inside was dead meat.