Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official Chapter 59

Song Yan and Chen Yuxuan stood chest-to-chest.

Quite literally...

The two most famous beauties in the sect drifted closer and closer while they talked, until their soft, full breasts were now pressed right up against each other.

Their silk robes were stretched tight over them and you could feel just a hint of warmth coming through the thin fabric from their bodies.

It was like two huge, water-filled balls gently pushing against one another for space.

Neither one wanted to give way even a little.

Several male elders watching wished their heads were between those soft melons.

Chen Yuxuan tilted her chin upward with an arrogant smile that beautified her face.

"Peak Master Song."

She paused and took her time to continue.

"Can we not make such a spectacle? After all... I am not the one who invited Trainer to come linger like a homeless man at my lovely peak."

This was her cold-sounding voice.

The real one she always used when she was talking to men and women who weren’t Li Qingmu.

She is not a submissive woman.

She is quite snobbish and overweening.

Song Yan’s perfectly sculpted brow arched high.

"Trainer?"

She repeated in confusion.

"Who in the nine heavens is Trainer?"

A soft blush started creeping up Chen Yuxuan’s pale neck and spread across her cheeks. For just a second, the usually proud madam looked like a shy teenage girl who’d been caught sharing gossip.

But she pulled herself together right away and snapped open her embroidered fan with a quick flick as she used it to hide the lower half of her flushed face.

"L-, Li Qingmu, of course!"

She corrected.

The stutter was barely there yet impossible to miss.

"We... we give each other pet names. It is only natural between close associates."

She can’t call that young man her dao companion.

Chen Yuxuan is simply not that romantic.

She lowered the fan just enough to reveal a composed smile once more, then deliberately drew a slow breath that lifted her already prodigious chest.

"My peak is superior!"

The motion pressed her fullness even more insistently against Song Yan’s proudly rounded pair.

Song Yan’s ruby eyes sparked.

She answered the challenge by straightening her spine and puffing her own chest outward to force Chen Yuxuan’s generous bounty to yield slightly before both sets simply squished together again.

"No."

Song Yan said coolly.

"Mine is clearly superior."

"Dream on!"

Chen Yuxuan’s smile sharpened.

"Mine is the peak he cannot stop climbing."

Her buxom chest bounced at like springs.

"You should see the look on his face whenever I show him my beautiful peak."

Standing just behind her madam was Gao Yue.

Heat crawled up her own face.

She glanced left and right then down at her own modest but exquisitely perky assets and cradled them thoughtfully in her small hands as though weighing them for the first time.

"Are... are they still talking about sect peaks?"

She mumbled to no one.

No one ever noticed her.

Well, not when Madam Chen stood nearby.

She had long grown used to it.

She was not jealous, truly.

Yet in this moment... watching the two unrivaled beauties compete like elegant peacocks made her feel an odd little deflation settle in her chest.

Her modest breasts felt smaller.

The bickering paused.

Song Yan took one deliberate step back and placed a gentle hand on her curved hip.

"Listen well, Chen Yuxuan."

She spoke an obscene amount of confidence.

"You are a sheltered old thing who has spent too long hiding behind closed doors, so allow this grand elder to remind you: Li Qingmu belongs to Fenghuang Peak for as long as he draws breath. And even if he falls in battle one day, I will refine his corpse into the most loving, most obedient puppet just so I may continue to enjoy his company."

Her charming eyes sharpened.

"Is that clear?"

The words hung answered in the air.

Chen Yuxuan’s fan trembled ever so slightly.

For once, the mature beauty renowned for her icy composure had nothing to say.

Across the hall.

Prime elders and peak masters pretended very poorly to mind their own business.

"Grand Elder Song is the true flower of our sect!"

"Independent, wealthy beyond measure, and that cold pride is something so special a man would have to be worthy of ten lifetimes to thaw her!"

Another elder barged in.

"Fool. Madam Chen is more. Colder than Song Yan on the outside, yet once you earn her favor... heavens. And a mother of three daughters! Imagine being cared for by those gentle hands in the kitchen by day and in the bed by night."

A third elder slammed his wine cup down.

"Say what you will about Li Qingmu’s terrible decisions but two supreme beauties fighting over him? The boy must be doing something right."

"Curse that peasant!"

They were all frustrated.

These two heavenly women were fighting over a man who could still be called a boy.

Back at the center of attention.

Chen Yuxuan felt cornered.

A reckless part of her wanted to boast.

『TCH! He’s whispered in my ear a hundred times that he wishes to marry me and fill me with his seed until my belly swells with a Golden Core child!』

But those words would ignite serious scandals she was not ready to face.

Not before she had even told her own daughters.

Instead, she snapped her fan fully open and hid the frustration on her lovely features and quickly turned half away with elegant disdain.

"You speak so boldly of owning him yet in all the nights he has spent whispering sweet promises to me... not once has your name ever left his lips."

Song Yan flinched. Yes, actually flinched.

Her ruby eyes widened by an inch.

A ripple of shocked murmurs swept the hall.

"Did... did Grand Elder Song just falter?"

"I’ve never seen her rattled."

"Support Grand Elder Song forever! That peasant Li dares wound her pride?"

"Damn Li Qingmu to the eighteenth hell for humiliating our ice goddess like this!"

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Meanwhile in Li Qingmu’s tiny abode.

"Achoo!"

The young man sneezed for what felt like the fiftieth time that afternoon, nearly knocking over the teaching board he was using to illustrate a cultivation method.

Li Er raised a small hand.

"Father, are you unwell?"

Li Zimo folded her arms mischievously.

"Perhaps all the secret women Father has impregnated and abandoned are finally cursing him in front of their fatherless children."

She ended with a goat-like giggle only to be cut short by the flat smack of Li Qingmu’s teaching cane across the top of her head.

"Waaaaah!"

Li Zimo wailed dramatically.

Li Er nodded solemnly. "Deserved."

Li Qingmu rubbed his grumbling stomach.

"Your father is simply hungry."

Li Zimo sat up and rubbed her head.

"I thought once you reached Golden Core you never needed to eat or sleep again!"

Li Er corrected gently.

"No. That is at Grandmaster Realm."

Li Zimo hummed.

"I know, I know."

She scratched her head with a tongue stuck out.

"But where does Grandmaster rank exactly?"

Happy to lecture, Li Er began counting on his fingers.

Mortal Realm cultivation has...

Sea Opening.

Qi Condensation.

Foundation Establishment.

And Core Formation.

Then Lower Heaven Realm cultivation has...

Nascent Soul.

Grandmaster Realm.

King Realm.

Ancestor Realm.

Saint Realm.

And the mythical Great Saint Realm.

His little sister’s stomach suddenly growled louder than a spirit beast.

She clutched it, face flaming red.

"S-, Sorry..."

Li Er didn’t like being interrupted but he ignored it.

Li Qingmu laughed warmly.

"No, I should apologize. There’s nothing to eat in this house but scrolls... and panties."

Just then, one of his surveillance talismans pulsed.

"Someone’s here..."

Li Zimo bounced to her feet.

"I’ll check!"

She scampered to the door, peeked out, then froze.

Turning back, she offered her father a tight smile.

"Uh... Father? This is for you."

"Eh?"

Li Qingmu set the board aside and stepped outside.

He hooked immediately.

Zhen Rou stood in flowing blue robes as she cradled their newborn son against her breast. Behind her was an entire retinue of servants, each bearing enormous covered bowls of steaming delicacies.

Li Qingmu blinked.

"Honey...?"

Zhen Rou lifted her chin proudly.

"Our Zhen clan has prepared a full spread of Golden Sun Pavilion specialties!"

As a foodie, she has every right to talk!

With a delicate snap of her fingers, the servants unveiled bowl after bowl.

Every dish Li Qingmu had ever loved.

"I visited the old kitchen aunts from Sun Peak and asked for all your favorites. This is my apology for leaving my husband alone for so long."

Li Qingmu’s eyes instantly welled with tears.

One rolled down his cheek, then another.

These are tears of joy!

Li Zimo turned pale.

"F-, Father can cry...?"

Li Er quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.

She kicked the air in muffled protests.

Li Qingmu rushed forward to wrap wife and child in a loving and careful hug.

"I love you so much, wife! So, so much!"

Zhen Rou laughed softly as she rested her head against his muscular shoulder.