Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2081 - 410: The Su Family Gathering 3

"This... Young Master, this..." Zhang Hong stuttered in utter shock, struggling to find his words.

True energy allowed warriors to make subtle shifts in their features, yet the changes were confined to minor tweaks of their inherent appearance.

Furthermore, any ripples from true energy would stand out clearly, detectable by those with sharp senses.

Yet Wang Yue’s transformation was profound, with zero signs of true energy stirring. Such a method was utterly astonishing.

Zhang Hong came to see that the longer he stayed around Wang Yue, the more enigmatic he appeared. Without Wang Yue’s standing, Zhang Hong might have pegged him as a supreme master straight out of a virtual realm.

"What do you think now?" Wang Yue shifted his looks back to usual and questioned Zhang Hong.

"No issues at all," Zhang Hong paused briefly before mustering courage to add, "Still, the evildoers in the Zhang family were mostly from the main line and a handful of side branches aiding them. The others were forced to follow along. When Young Master strikes, might you let those side branches off the hook?"

"Are you sure those side branches won’t plot revenge for the main line?" Wang Yue inquired.

"Well..." Zhang Hong faltered. It wasn’t about assurance; retaliation was inevitable. After all, any side branch eyeing a power grab in the Zhang family would seize that excuse to rally support.

After a brief pause, Zhang Hong pressed on, "Young Master will dismantle the Zhang family incognito. Even if they crave vengeance, they’ll have no clue who to chase. Plus, talk of revenge is mere rhetoric; nobody would truly act on it."

"And if they rally under the main line’s banner to strike at Jinling’s three great families?" Wang Yue gave a faint smile.

"Truth is, I’ve considered that already. Once I wipe out the Zhang family’s main branch, you step up to form a fresh Tianhai Zhang family. That’ll nip all potential issues in the bud."

"Me?" Zhang Hong blinked in astonishment at Wang Yue’s daring plan. "But I’m just at the eighth layer of the Gui Zhen realm, and those side branches boast peak Gui Zhen realm powerhouses. I doubt they’d bow to me."

"No worries there. I’ll back you up for a bit. Any who resist, I’ll handle for you. Plus, hitting the eighth layer of the Gui Zhen realm without proper support shows your solid potential. With ample resources, I’m certain you’ll surge to the Gui Zhen peak swiftly, or even leap into the De Fan realm outright. Then, none will dare defy you," Wang Yue assured.

Wang Yue held no fears about Zhang Hong possibly betraying him once empowered. For one, Zhang Hong struck him as upright, not the type for treachery.

For another, even if such thoughts crossed Zhang Hong’s mind, he’d lack the guts to follow through.

After all, Wang Yue had crushed the Zhang family’s elder ancestor with ease. Taking down Zhang Hong would be effortless by comparison.

Far from one to cower at challenges, Zhang Hong slapped his palms together and declared, "Alright, I’m in with Young Master from here on. The Tianhai Zhang family will heed Young Master’s command!"

"Good, stay ready for my signal," Wang Yue acknowledged with a nod. Then he probed, "Oh, right—any idea where to snag superior martial arts techniques?"

Zhang Hong pondered briefly. "Jinling’s not my turf. In Tianhai, Ling Yun Pavilion sells martial arts.

Luck might land you a mid- or high-grade one or two. But they don’t take credit points; rare goods are the currency. Oh, and the Zhang family holds a supreme technique named ’Zhen Tian Palm’.

Should Young Master seize the Zhang family, the archive should yield it."

"Got it." Wang Yue dipped his head. With the Zhang family possessing that technique, it locked in as a goal. First, though, he’d hit Tianhai’s Ling Yun Pavilion to grab a couple of advanced martial arts if possible.

Martial arts were vital, no doubt. The Zhang family’s elder ancestor, a De Fan realm fifth-layer titan, wielded a supreme technique—facing it with an inferior one could fall short.

Sure, he had the lesser ’Fan Tian Palm’ from Li Chonghe. But that tied into Tianhai’s Liu family, another heavyweight, and he preferred not to drag in extra players unless forced.

Still, these clans sure picked bombastic names for their skills. Stuff like "Shaking Heaven" or "Turning the World Upside Down"—reeking of grand delusions, right?

After sipping tea with the trio for a spell, Wang Yue tasked Zhang Hong with drilling Li Gang hard before departure. Then he dismissed them.

Alone in the teahouse, Wang Yue lingered, mulling his steps post-Tianhai cleanup.

He trusted his ability to smash the Tianhai Zhang family’s top elder with ease, but storming the front door was folly. A clan that size packed not just elite fighters but a arsenal of potent guns too.

Even Deification Realm masters could suffer heavy hits from the globe’s deadliest firearms. But a barrage from hundreds or thousands? No Deification Realm expert could endure that.

Worse, the Zhangs had a fifth-layer Deification Realm elder. If he exploited the gunfire chaos for a flank assault, Wang Yue could meet his end instantly.

Thrill-seeking or reckless exploits weren’t Wang Yue’s style. He favored his cozy routine over heart-pounding risks—strolling leisurely, cherishing time with kin. Far better than teetering on death’s brink daily.

Thus, if Wang Yue starred in a tale, a solid writer wouldn’t center him as lead. They’d likely swap in a bolder hero instead.

Two lifetimes in, Wang Yue still felt green and no genius. Racking his brain yielded no breakthroughs.

Yet his circle held a true mastermind, sharp as Zhuge Liang. Stumped, he could bounce ideas off her.

As Wang Yue geared up to head home and chat with aunt Huang Yuexiang, she summoned him to the Su estate.

She kept the reason vague, just hinting at great news—truly splendid tidings.

Seven Su women spanning three generations clustered in Chen Lingwei’s primary residence. The servants had been shooed out.

In the parlor, Chen Lingwei occupied the head spot, cheeks flushed with a mix of thrill and jitters. Abruptly, she suggested, "Perhaps we scrap this for now and postpone the talk."

"I’ve summoned Yue already, and you pull this?" Su Mengqing grumbled.

"Mom, we settled on this earlier—why back out now?" Su Mengyun chimed in.

Chen Lingwei replied, "It just strikes me as more absurd the longer I dwell on it."

"Absurd how? We’re unfazed, so why fret?" Su Xiuer remarked coolly.

Su Jiaojiao cut straighter: "Right on. We’re sealing the doors—no leaks outward. Plus, cousin’s got that incredible penis. If we don’t claim it, some outsiders will. Dumb move, huh?"

"Chen Xi’s no stranger." Chen Lingwei murmured faintly. As Su family matriarch, her mild nature often let the young ones override her views.

"We get Chen Xi’s family. We don’t see her that way." Wang Yuyao noted. "But your niece struggles solo with it. Mom, you can’t grasp how phenomenal your grandson’s penis is. Total captivation."

"How would you know? You haven’t sampled it." Chen Lingwei queried.

"Actually, I have. Hands, mouth, chest, even rear entry." Wang Yuyao confessed.

"Words fail to capture it. Even just his penis teasing my anus brings insane pleasure. And he never flags—ejaculates endlessly, hardens instantly. Think your niece can manage him by herself?"

"Likely not." Chen Lingwei sighed, a twinge of envy stirring for her niece. A tireless hunk with a massive penis? Pure bliss!

Wang Yuyao’s bluntness no longer fazed her. Lately, meal chats veered to such topics.

Su Jin’er and Su Xiuer joined freely. At first uneasy, Chen Lingwei now accepted it as routine.

Habits wield scary power, particularly for a wavering soul like Chen Lingwei’s.