Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

At the apex of his jump, he flipped mid-air, diving head-first. With a single thought, his Qi rotated nine times through his meridians. He threw a punch straight at the water below.

Sure enough, with 49x purity, his ”Category 8 Hurricane” could now handle nine rotations. The downside? Still a 0.05-second wind-up time.

The moment he punched, the shockwave hit the water like a massive drill, boring deep into the depths.

A second later...

BOOM!

An explosion loud enough to be heard for a hundred miles rocked the area. The river water looked like it was being shoved aside by an invisible bowl, creating a massive crater a hundred meters deep and hundreds of meters wide. Giant walls of water surged outward.

The resulting updraft was so powerful it blew Wang Yue even higher, tossing him several hundred meters into the air.

Looking down at the apocalyptic scene heʼd just created, Wang Yue actually started questioning reality. I did that?

If a Peak Mortal Shedding could do this, what could a Transcendence master do? Level a continent with a flick of the wrist?

But then he thought of Yu Suxin. She was a Transcendence master, but she didnʼt seem that scary. Was she just taking it easy on me, or is the Transcendence Realm not all itʼs cracked up to be?

He figured it was a bit of both. Yu Suxin definitely pulled her punches, but also, most Transcendence masters probably werenʼt this beefed up. Between his peak level and 49x purity, his raw attack power was likely on par with an early-stage Transcendence master.

And that nine-rotation Hurricane? That was a 512x power multiplier. Even a Peak-Grade Heaven-Tier move might not hit that hard.

”Too bad,” Wang Yue muttered, shaking his head. That 0.05-second delay was the killer. Against a Transcendence masterʼs reflexes, that half-second was an eternity—enough time for them to kill him three times over or just step out of the way.

Like he always said: If you canʼt hit ʼem, the power doesnʼt mean shit.

Plus, that one punch had drained nearly half his Qi. If he went all out, heʼd be firing blanks after three shots.

BOOM!

Another massive sound echoed, but this time it wasnʼt a technique test—it was just Wang Yueʼs body slamming back into the water like a lead weight.

A long moment passed before the surface finally smoothed over. Wang Yue drifted there like a floater, staring at the sky in deep thought.

Being at the Peak of the Mortal Shedding Realm gave him incredible power. This was out at sea, but if heʼd thrown that punch on land, he wouldʼve carved out a crater dozens of meters deep and a hundred meters wide, effectively creating a small lake in an instant.

Unfortunately, water is deceiving. It looks soft, but its ability to reset is top-tier. If someone cruised by right now, theyʼd never guess that the area had just been hit by a localized apocalypse.

Compared to Mother Nature, human effort felt pretty damn insignificant, even at the peak of the Mortal Shedding Realm.

Of course, Wang Yue wasnʼt having some deep, philosophical breakthrough about the elements. He wasnʼt about to suddenly master some ”Path of Water” just by staring at a ripple. Every martial arts senior in history had already squeezed those basic metaphors dry.

Gaining ”unyielding spirit” from a blade of grass growing under a rock, or ”mastering the balance of hard and soft” from a stream...

Thatʼs kid stuff.

What Wang Yue was actually doing was brooding.

Heʼd honestly thought his cultivation wouldnʼt hit any real snags. He figured if he ever got stuck, heʼd just find a few more women to dual-cultivate with and blast right through the bottleneck.

But reality had just given him a reality check. Even going full-throttle with a 512x power explosion hadnʼt triggered a breakthrough. He was officially out of ideas.

Looks like heʼd just have to sit tight until Yu Suxin finished her little temper tantrum so he could ask for her advice. After all, she was the only Transcendence master he actually knew.

After moping for a minute, though, Wang Yueʼs mood suddenly flipped.

Bottlenecks were small fry—heʼd figure them out later. Right now, there was something much, much better waiting for him at home.

He slapped the surface of the water with both palms, launching himself into the air once more, and bolted toward Jinling.

Mom, Iʼm coming home!