Chapter 242: Wang Li’s Dates With His Wife, Mother-in-Law, and Mistress
After spending several hours indulging his frustrations on the voluptuous bodies of Zhen Qiuyue and Elder Baiyun, Wang Li lay back against the plush cushions of his bed, his mind clearer and more focused than it had been in days. The intense release had done its job, allowing him to push aside the frustrations brought about by Lin Yun’s meteoric rise and refocus on the pressing issues at hand.
The recent events—Lin Yun’s breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm and his overwhelming defeat of several Soul Integration Realm experts—had completely shifted the momentum in favor of the Devil Sects. If something wasn’t done quickly, that momentum would snowball, making Lin Yun even more dangerous and harder to defeat.
Wang Li turned his gaze toward Zhen Qiuyue, who was lying beside him, her chest rising and falling gently as she recovered from their earlier activities. Her violet robe had long been discarded, and her flawless skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Despite her disheveled state, there was something almost regal about the way she carried herself. She had always been a valuable asset, not just because of her beauty, but because of her proximity to Lin Yun.
Though Lin Yun was completely unaware of her betrayal, Wang Li had been using Zhen Qiuyue for weeks now, collecting crucial information that allowed him to stay one step ahead of his enemies. Her role as a close assistant to Lin Yun was vital, but now, he needed more than just information. He needed a plan that would turn the tide in favor of the righteous sects.
“Zhen Qiuyue,” Wang Li’s voice broke the silence, soft but commanding. “You’ve been close to Lin Yun for some time now. You know his movements, his thoughts, and his weaknesses better than anyone. What do you suggest we do next?”
Zhen Qiuyue shifted beside him, her dark eyes meeting his. She took a moment to compose herself, pulling the silk sheets around her naked body before sitting up to face him. Her expression was thoughtful, and a hint of a smile played at the corners of her lips as she considered his question.
“Lin Yun’s recent display of power has certainly shifted the momentum,” she said, her voice smooth and seductive as always. “But it’s not just his strength that has rallied the Devil Sects. It’s the fact that he has become a symbol for them. He is the one they see as their savior, the one who will lead them to victory over the righteous sects. If we want to weaken Lin Yun’s position, we need to do more than just challenge his strength. We need to undermine the faith his followers have in him.”
Wang Li narrowed his eyes, intrigued. “Go on.”
Zhen Qiuyue leaned closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “Lin Yun is powerful, yes, but his followers are loyal because they believe he is invincible, that his destiny is to lead them to glory. If we can plant seeds of doubt—if we can show them that he is not the perfect leader they believe him to be—then that loyalty will waver. And once doubt begins to spread, it will be much easier to tear down his entire support system.”
Wang Li listened intently, nodding slowly as the idea began to form in his mind. Zhen Qiuyue was right—attacking Lin Yun’s strength directly would only make him seem more like a martyr, further cementing his role as the leader of the Devil Sects. But if Wang Li could find a way to make his followers question his leadership, the momentum could shift back to the righteous sects.
“So, we create a scandal,” Wang Li said, his voice now filled with the sharp edge of ambition. “We expose something that will make Lin Yun’s supporters lose faith in him.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s smile widened slightly. “Exactly. But it must be something big, something that shakes the very foundation of his leadership. Something that shows he’s not the perfect savior they think he is.”
Wang Li leaned back, his mind working quickly to formulate a plan. Zhen Qiuyue had given him the push he needed, and now, it was time to think outside the box. Something audacious, clever—something that would turn Lin Yun’s greatest strength into his greatest weakness.
After a few moments of contemplation, an idea began to form. It was risky, but the best plans often were.
“I’ve got it,” Wang Li said, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of excitement and determination. “We don’t just undermine Lin Yun’s leadership. We discredit his entire legacy. We’ll expose him as a fraud—someone who is unworthy of the Slaughtering Demon Emperor’s legacy.”
Zhen Qiuyue raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the boldness of the plan. “How do you intend to do that?”
Wang Li smiled, the pieces of his strategy falling into place. “The Slaughtering Demon Emperor is a figure revered by many in the Devil Sects, but his legacy is steeped in blood and power. We’ll create a situation where Lin Yun is forced to make a decision—one that will either betray the values of the Devil Sects or expose his selfishness. Either way, it will create doubt in the minds of his followers.”
He paused, savoring the brilliance of his plan before continuing. “First, we need to find an ancient site—something related to the Slaughtering Demon Emperor’s history. There are bound to be treasures and relics there that Lin Yun would find irresistible. But instead of letting him claim those treasures, we’ll spread rumors that they belong to someone who has a deeper connection to the Slaughtering Demon Emperor’s legacy than Lin Yun. We’ll plant doubts that Lin Yun isn’t the true inheritor.”
Zhen Qiuyue’s eyes gleamed with understanding. “So, we’ll force Lin Yun to compete for the right to the Slaughtering Demon Emperor’s legacy. And in doing so, we’ll create a public spectacle, one that will test his claim to the legacy in front of his followers.”
“Exactly,” Wang Li said with a satisfied grin. “If Lin Yun refuses to participate, his followers will question his resolve. But if he competes and fails—or if he is exposed as being unworthy—then we’ll have the perfect opportunity to strike. Either way, Lin Yun’s reputation will take a severe hit.”
Zhen Qiuyue smiled slyly, impressed by Wang Li’s audacity. “It’s a risky plan, but one with great potential. Lin Yun’s followers are fanatical, but even the most loyal can be swayed if they believe their leader is not the man they thought he was.”
Wang Li nodded, feeling more confident now that he had a clear direction. “The risk is worth it. We need to hit Lin Yun where it hurts most—his reputation. And once the doubt spreads, it will be much easier for us to turn the tide.”
As the plan solidified in Wang Li’s mind, he began to feel a sense of purpose and determination. Lin Yun had been growing stronger, but Wang Li was not without his own resources. He would need to act quickly, and carefully, but if everything went according to plan, the momentum would soon shift back to the righteous sects.
“We’ll start gathering information about ancient sites connected to the Slaughtering Demon Emperor,” Wang Li said, rising from the bed and pacing the room. “And once we’ve located the right one, we’ll set the stage for Lin Yun’s fall.”
Zhen Qiuyue stood up as well, her violet robe slipping back over her shoulders as she moved to stand beside him. “I’ll gather the information discreetly. Lin Yun still trusts me completely, so it won’t be difficult to guide him toward the location once we’ve found it.”
Wang Li smiled, feeling a renewed sense of control over the situation. “Good. We’ll turn Lin Yun’s greatest strength into his greatest weakness. And when the time comes, we’ll be ready to strike.”
With that, Wang Li’s plan was set in motion. It was bold, audacious, and entirely out of the box—exactly what was needed to reclaim the upper hand in this escalating conflict. Now, it was only a matter of time before the next phase of the battle began.
Wang Li was a man of many faces. The grand strategist who was orchestrating an audacious plan to turn the tide against Lin Yun was also the loving husband, son-in-law, and secret lover to a collection of beautiful women who filled his life. His mind was constantly occupied by the delicate balancing act between the world of righteous and devil sects, but tonight, he allowed himself the luxury of something more personal.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the grand hallways of his mansion as he prepared for his first date of the day, a special afternoon with his wife, Xia Qingwu. He donned a rich, dark blue robe made of the finest silk, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that symbolized his status as Patriarch of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect. His long hair was tied back into a simple but elegant knot, allowing a few strands to fall casually across his sharp, masculine features.
Xia Qingwu awaited him in their private garden, a serene, secluded space filled with blooming lotus flowers and the soft sound of running water from the small stream that meandered through it. She wore a flowing white hanfu, the sheer fabric clinging delicately to her curvaceous figure. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and a small silver hairpin held it in place. As Wang Li approached, he couldn’t help but admire the gentle beauty of his wife—her innocence and loyalty made her stand out among the many women in his life.
“Qingwu,” Wang Li said with a soft smile as he approached her, his voice tender.
She turned, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “Husband,” she said softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. Despite being married for some time now, she still felt a flutter in her chest whenever she was in his presence.
They spent the afternoon walking hand in hand through the garden, talking about trivial matters—cultivation techniques, the progress of their disciples, and the recent skirmishes between the righteous sects and the devil sects. Wang Li made sure to keep the conversation light, knowing that Xia Qingwu didn’t enjoy discussing the politics of the cultivation world too much.
After their walk, they sat together under the shade of a large willow tree, sharing tea and watching the sun dip lower in the sky. Xia Qingwu was radiant in the soft light, her eyes filled with adoration for her husband.
“I’m so glad we could spend this time together,” she said quietly, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Wang Li placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “So am I, my love.”
As the afternoon turned into evening, their time together came to a close. Wang Li escorted Xia Qingwu back to their chambers before preparing for his next encounter—his evening date with her mother, Xia Bingling.
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The evening air was cool as Wang Li made his way to the secluded pavilion where Xia Bingling awaited him. He had changed into a deep crimson robe with black accents, the color reflecting the fiery intensity that often characterized their relationship. Xia Bingling was a force to be reckoned with—beautiful, seductive, and powerful. Despite being his mother-in-law, their relationship had long since transcended societal norms, becoming something far more intimate.
Xia Bingling stood by the edge of the pavilion, gazing out at the horizon as the last rays of the sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple. She wore a form-fitting violet qipao, the fabric hugging her voluptuous curves in all the right places. The high slit along the side revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her long, shapely legs. Her dark hair was styled in an elegant updo, a few strands framing her sharp, seductive features.
“You’re late,” she said playfully as Wang Li approached, her lips curving into a sly smile.
Wang Li chuckled softly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “I had to make sure Qingwu was taken care of.”
Xia Bingling turned in his arms, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest through the fabric of his robe. “And now it’s my turn?”
“Indeed,” Wang Li said, his voice low and filled with desire.
They spent the evening in the pavilion, sharing wine and engaging in flirtatious banter. Xia Bingling, as always, exuded confidence and control, but there was a certain softness in her gaze when she looked at Wang Li. Despite their unconventional relationship, there was an undeniable chemistry between them—one built on mutual respect, attraction, and a deep understanding of each other’s ambitions.
As the night grew darker, their conversation shifted from playful to more serious matters. Xia Bingling was a wise and experienced cultivator, and she often offered valuable insight into the challenges Wang Li faced in his position as patriarch.
“Lin Yun’s recent display of power has certainly caused a stir,” Xia Bingling remarked, her tone thoughtful. “But you have something he doesn’t—strategy.”
Wang Li nodded. “That’s exactly what I plan to use against him.”
They talked late into the evening, discussing the intricacies of the political landscape and the delicate balance of power between the righteous and devil sects. But eventually, it was time for Wang Li to move on to the final part of his night—a date with his mistress, Song Jingyan.
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The night was quiet as Wang Li made his way to Song Jingyan’s chambers. He had changed once again, this time into a sleek black robe, the fabric shimmering in the moonlight. Song Jingyan was waiting for him in her private quarters, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she saw him enter.
She was dressed in a midnight-blue hanfu, the neckline dipping low to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. The fabric clung to her body, accentuating her full breasts and slim waist. Her long hair was loose, cascading down her back in soft waves.
“Wang Li,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Wang Li smiled, stepping forward to pull her into his arms. “I’m here now.”
Their date was more intimate than the others—Song Jingyan had always been more direct in her desires, and their connection was built on a shared passion. They spent the evening in her chambers, the air thick with tension and anticipation.
After hours of intimate conversation and stolen kisses, the night came to a close. Wang Li could feel the weight of exhaustion setting in, but he knew his night wasn’t over yet. He had one final destination before he could rest.
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Late into the night, after his time with Song Jingyan, Wang Li returned to his chambers where his wife, Xia Qingwu, awaited him. She was already in bed, her delicate frame curled up beneath the sheets. Her long black hair spread out over the pillow like a waterfall, and her soft, white nightgown clung to her curves in a way that made Wang Li’s heart quicken.
“Wang Li,” she whispered, her voice sleepy but filled with affection. “You’re back.”
“I’m here,” he said, climbing into bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
It didn’t take long for things to heat up between them. Xia Qingwu had always been passionate in her love for Wang Li, and tonight was no different. Their lips met in a series of soft, lingering kisses that quickly grew more heated. Wang Li’s hands roamed over her body, exploring the familiar curves of her hips, waist, and breasts.
Xia Qingwu responded eagerly, her breath hitching as Wang Li’s hands slipped beneath her nightgown. “Wang Li,” she moaned softly, her body arching toward him.
The night was filled with their shared passion, and Xia Qingwu was more than happy to give herself to her husband completely. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and desire.
When it was over, Xia Qingwu lay beside him, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love and contentment.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” Wang Li replied, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
Once Xia Qingwu drifted off to sleep, Wang Li quietly slipped out of bed. He dressed quickly and left the chamber, making his way to the next room where both Xia Bingling and Song Jingyan awaited him.
They were both dressed in seductive nightgowns—Xia Bingling’s was a deep red, sheer and clinging to her voluptuous frame, while Song Jingyan’s was a sultry black, barely covering her curves.
They smiled as Wang Li entered, their eyes filled with desire. Wang Li grinned—it seemed the night was far from over.
