Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2140 - 461: A Ridiculous Idea 4

In the presence of his own women, Wang Yue saw no reason to act reserved. He spoke his mind quite openly, "To be honest, I was thinking exactly the same thing. I simply wasn't certain if they would be on board with it."

Upon hearing this, the four women brightened, replacing their concerns with smiles. Zi Yun laughed, "Oh, don't worry about that at all. We have already held one-on-ones with every single one of them. As of right now, three hundred and twenty-two sisters have signed onto the plan. We have even begun teaching them the basics of dual-cultivation."

Wang Yue blinked, clearly stunned. He had not expected them to be this prepared; they had managed all the groundwork and handled the recruitment themselves.

And three hundred and twenty-two? That was far beyond his expectations. He had estimated that convincing forty or fifty would be a massive success.

With the primordial Yin energy garnered from so many, he could easily reach the peak of the Mortal Shedding Realm—it was even possible that transitioning into the Transcendence Realm was on the table.

This was not merely a victory; it was an incredible power-up delivered right into his hands.

"You girls really hit a home run this time," Wang Yue said, beaming. "Tell me what sort of reward you desire. If it is humanly possible, consider it granted."

The four women exchanged glances before answering. "We don't need a reward. Just... come see us more often, okay?"

"Count on it. I wouldn't leave you hanging," Wang Yue promised. "Also, keep your eyes open. Select some women with strong character and genuine talent. Train them to take over your duties here so you can eventually return to my aunt’s side."

That struck a deep chord with them. Although they were managing a crew of fifteen hundred and living in luxury on the submarine, they were accustomed to the high-stakes adventures they had shared alongside Su Mengqing. Being separated from their captain for so long had left them aching with homesickness.

Furthermore, life on a submarine is incredibly dull without a burning vendetta to keep one occupied like the new recruits had.

"In that case, I will get things moving," Hong Ling stated, forcing her unsteady legs to cooperate as she rose.

Wang Yue nodded. Three hundred-plus women—even at thirty minutes each—would take nearly six or seven full days to complete.

Back home, his mother was awaiting his return so they could finally become a "real" couple, and he was eager to be with her again.

Had it not been for the fact that this cultivation boost was simply too valuable to ignore, he would have hurried back to Jinling already.

He decided to postpone teaching the Su Nu Gong (Plain Maiden Technique) to the new recruits for the time being. It was a Mid-Grade Heaven-Tier manual—a sophisticated method that was hardly "Beginner 101."

These women lacked a foundation, so attempting to teach them now would be like explaining complex mathematics to toddlers. He would instruct Hong Ling’s crew first and allow them to manage the training process later.

However, it sparked a new idea.

While Hong Ling was out making arrangements, he used his communicator to copy every word of the manual Li Yingying had provided. He sent a digital copy to all his women, with a special note to his mother: Make sure you have mastered this before I arrive home.

When the moment arrived, the mixture of their emotional intensity and the double-cultivation boost would make his mother’s first real experience the ultimate one.

Even while stationed in Tianhai, not a single day had passed where he hadn't spoken with her.

Yet talk is inexpensive; the more they revealed their hearts, the more they yearned for physical intimacy.

They had even attempted "video sex" to ease the longing, but Su Mengyang’s slender fingers could not compare to her son’s presence. It was like trying to soothe an itch through thick winter clothing—it only served to increase her frustration.

After one attempt, she had put a stop to it, opting instead to wait for him to return to the "first home" he had once called his own.

Just as he finished the message, his communicator chirped.

It was a message from Zhang Hong. Li Yingying had been collected by her Master, and he had officially taken the helm of the Zhang family.

With the support of the Ancestor and his solid reputation among the branch families, the transition was proceeding smoothly.

Attached to the message was a scan of the Zhang family’s priceless treasure: the Peak-Grade Earth-Tier technique, Heaven-Shaking Palm.

With that, his trip to Tianhai was a total success. His haul included: one Low-Grade Heaven-Tier leg technique, one Peak-Grade Earth-Tier blade style, one Peak-Grade Earth-Tier palm style, control over one of the Four Great Families, one alluring lawyer aunt, a pair of innocent twin cousins, and one stunning Transcendence Realm powerhouse.

However, upon examining the Heaven-Shaking Palm he had been so excited about, he realized it did not truly suit his style. The name was fitting—it was grand and powerful—but it was too slow.

Wang Yue did not require more raw power; his "Category 8 Hurricane" was already compressed into a 0.05-second charge with a 256x power multiplier.

That was arguably superior to most Heaven-Tier techniques. But as he had always maintained: it matters little how forceful your strike is if you cannot actually land the punch.

Against inferior opponents, he did not need it; against elite fighters, they were simply too fast to be caught by a sluggish, wind-up attack.

He sighed. He needed to decrease that charge time further, but as his Qi grew more refined, additional compression was proving difficult. Fortunately, a significant shortcut was waiting just outside his door.

Hong Ling did not waste time. Moments later, the first woman arrived.

When Wang Yue saw her, he paused. He had saved many women from those pirates, and while they were all beautiful, most had blurred together in his memory.

But he remembered Zhuang Wenxian. She had been the very first woman to stand up and declare she was ready to fight.

At the time, she had struck him as the "girl next door" archetype—gentle, soft-spoken, the type of woman meant for a quiet life.

Observing her now, that gentleness remained in her character, yet it was tempered by a new, unwavering resolve. It was a strange mix of traits that somehow functioned perfectly, providing her with a unique, protective charisma.

What astonished him was that she was the first to volunteer for this, as well.

Typically, a "traditional" woman like her values loyalty and plays it safe. They dislike change and certainly do not "swing."

And "boss-babes"?

They usually prefer to act independently rather than rely on a man. But the fusion of those two qualities in Zhuang Wenxian was magnetic.

"Come in, please have a seat," Wang Yue said, gesturing toward a chair.

He was actually feeling somewhat awkward. This was the first time he was performing this ritual with someone who wasn't already within his inner circle.

The session with the maid-servants did not count—he had essentially acted as an instrument while blindfolded for that. Facing her now, he felt the tension.

Zhuang Wenxian felt it too. Even though Hong Ling had prepared her, reality was a different beast entirely compared to theory.

She held no guilt regarding her late husband—the version of Zhuang Wenxian who had been a simple wife had died when her family was slaughtered. Now, she possessed two goals: ensure her daughter’s safety and hunt down every pirate she could locate.

She had realized early on that while striking down small crews was manageable, they were liabilities when facing large fleets. If not for the fifteen hundred "civilians" slowing them down, the four leaders could have inflicted much more damage.

When Lu Bo told her there was a way to become a warrior and cultivate strength rapidly—provided she gave herself to the Young Master—she did not hesitate.

They all owed Wang Yue their lives, in any case. If he had merely requested a tryst, half the ship likely would have agreed out of gratitude. But the way the leaders framed it as a strategic plan felt somewhat like joining a brotherhood—which explained why only three hundred-odd women had signed up.

Zhuang Wenxian did not care if it felt like a cult. She did not even care about her own body anymore. She only cared about her daughter’s prospects and her own vengeance.

That was the reason she was first in line.