Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 103: Big Sis Song is a Vixen!

After several days in Heavenly Sun City, Li Qingmu and Song Yan finally returned to the Far-Reaching Continent—one of the famed three thousand great lands in the upper layers of the Mortal Realm.

Though it was only a lower world, this continent had birthed countless proud sons and daughters. Many of them now walked proudly in the Lower Heaven Realm as their names already echoed through immortal halls. Yet no matter how glorious its legacy, the Far-Reaching Continent remained firmly beneath the dividing line of realms.

Dust was still dust!

They had lingered in the royal-grade hotels of the Star District for nearly a week.

Li Qingmu originally assumed that when Song Yan spoke of a "rare and lovely reward" she meant she would finally let him taste her body—press her down on silk sheets and spend the night proving just how much yang fire he had pent up after watching her sway for so long.

Instead... nothing.

They slept in separate beds every night.

The first evening, when he deliberately chose the far bed and turned his back to her, Song Yan’s gentle voice floated over in the lamplight.

"Qingmu? Is something wrong?"

He kept his face buried in the pillow.

"Nothing."

A pause. Then, softer.

"Why do you sound so... bitter?"

"Never mind."

He pulled the blanket higher to hide the frustrated heat crawling up his neck.

Even his junior brother was throbbing.

He wanted this snow-haired beauty to grab him down there and treat him right.

He made her proud in the exams.

『I deserve her body!』

He didn’t care about respecting her choice anymore.

If the reward was to just come here and fool around like an idiot then he would rather go back to the Golden Sun Pavilion and make his three wives happy.

They were surely dry down there due to all the days he hadn’t knocked on their tight caves.

Especially a woman like Chen Yuxuan.

She acted like a mature mother who wasn’t moved by sex in the slightest but that was a lie.

Chen Yuxuan loved his rod the most.

Song Yan lifted one elegant brow in the darkness.

"Hm?"

She didn’t press further.

But he could feel her gaze lingering on his rigid back for a long time before she finally lay down.

Every morning she would prepare an enormous platter of spirit fruits carved into phoenix shapes, immortal beast tenderloin braised until it fell apart at a glance, fragrant nine-grain congee topped with golden dew drops.

Enough food to feed three core disciples.

Then she would vanish.

She returned only when stars already studded the night sky and offered vague explanations.

"I had some sect matters to handle."

"I met an old friend from the pavilion."

"You’re a junior. It’s none of your business."

After that she would bathe, hum a quiet tune and slip into her own bed without another word.

Li Qingmu tried once to quickly tiptoe toward the bathing chamber door.

Useless.

Her divine sense was terrifyingly sharp.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold line she would call out calmly.

"Qingmu... behave."

So he retreated, face burning, and chewed furiously on the corner of his pillow while listening to water splash against jade tiles and a naked virgin body.

Big Sister Song’s figure was the kind that made high-grade immortal robes look scandalously tight—slender waist, full chest, hips that could start sect wars. And yet he still hadn’t seen even an inch of bare skin.

The sound of her bathing became torture.

When she scrubbed in long strokes.

"Back."

When she scrubbed lower and slower.

"Knees... maybe calves."

When a tiny, unconscious moan slipped out.

"Definitely soaping those proud peaks full of milk and her fingertips are circling her sensitive buds."

When she let out a sudden small shriek.

"Hmm, she’s cleaning that soft little peach as her fingers part tender folds with slippery soap."

He had an audio map of her naked mature body.

This woman was a library of temptation.

He wanted to dive his mouth into any part of her body.

If he could suckle her bare skin he would.

"Tch! I’ve become desperate!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Each time his blood surged southward until he was painfully hard. Eventually he learned to shove a pillow between his thighs and grind against it in silent, humiliated frustration while steam rose behind the screen.

One night she called through the vapor.

"Qingmu, be a dear and pass me a fresh towel?"

Her voice was light and teasing.

He gritted his teeth.

"Can’t you get it yourself?"

"But then I’d have to walk out naked~"

He grinned despite himself, voice rough.

"I don’t mind."

A soft tongue-click.

"Such a bad boy. So eager to watch your senior sister’s wet breasts bounce freely and her curvy butt jiggle to your sick delight... is that it? Hmph, no composure at all!"

"You added those details on purpose!"

Her chuckle drifted like incense smoke.

"Of course not~"

During the day.

He tried to cultivate the third and fourth conceptual swords of the Four Heavenly Asura Swords.

The Ancestor Slaying Sword.

And the Sword Organ Manifestation.

That was when Song Yan would decide the suite desperately needed cleaning.

She bent to wipe low tables as that round bubble butt swayed hypnotically inside thin silk.

Each motion made the fabric stretch taut to outline every devastating curve.

Li Qingmu sat cross-legged to form hand seals while his mind chanted sword incantations...

And yet his eyes kept sliding sideways.

He could see the deep and tight clef of her butt.

『Focus. Condense the Sword Organ Manifestation. It will reside in the lower left palm of the Four-Armed War Asura. Almost there. Just a little more tyrant qi...』

A particularly deep bend. The silk rode up.

A glimpse of snow-white thigh.

He exhaled sharply as dark-red tyrant energy wisped from his nostrils.

"Big Sister Song... can you please let the room servants handle this?"

She straightened then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear with an innocent look.

"But I enjoy taking care of my little brother’s living space. Is that so wrong?"

His jaw clenched.

The nascent sword qi inside his dantian trembled and nearly collapsed from distraction.

He rose abruptly.

"I’m going out to clear my head."

Without waiting for her reply, he rushed out.

Down in the bustling lower hall where wandering beggars and street minstrels gathered for spare spirit stones, a lively group was already performing.

Today’s ballad was about him.

"...With one fist he shattered the immortal whale’s jaw! Hai Tung Wan, terror of the Lower Heaven seas, fled in terror before the Golden Sun Pavilion’s hidden dragon whose godly name is Li Qingmu!"

The crowd clapped and cheered.

Someone even tossed low-grade spirit stones.

Li Qingmu sat at a corner table, face dark.

Half of that song was pure fabrication.

He hadn’t punched the whale’s jaw.

He hadn’t made it flee screaming his name across whatever three seas exist.

Still... the free wine the blushing waitress in a skimpy dress brought was nice.

She leaned close as she set down the tray.

"It’s on the house today, Young Hero Li."

He smiled.

"Thank you."

Her hand slid onto his thigh under the table.

Voice dropped to a whisper.

"I can be a very good girl... sit on your lap, feed you wine until you’re drunk, let you take charge of my body however you like. I adore it when powerful men ruin me, you know~"

Li Qingmu’s brows shot up.

Before he could answer, a cold, oppressive aura pressed down on them.

Song Yan stood behind the girl, hands planted on wide hips, chest thrust forward in full splendor. Her gaze could freeze a nascent soul cultivator solid.

The waitress paled instantly, mumbled an apology and fled like a scared little rat.

Li Qingmu frowned up at Song Yan.

"There was no need. I was going to refuse anyway."

She shrugged as her shapely and majestic chest bounced once with the motion.

"I don’t care."

Then her eyes narrowed on his body.

Down to where yang qi visibly thrummed beneath his skin like suppressed lightning.

She slowly licked her lower lip.

Li Qingmu lifted a brow.

『What is wrong with this woman lately?』

She sat across from him without asking, reached over and took his teacup.

Small mouth pressed to the rim.

Slow, deliberate sip.

Throat moved gracefully.

Every motion made his meridians buzz.

He wanted to spread her legs.

He had wanted to for a very long time.

Song Yan set the cup down and spoke quietly.

"Do you know... this sister has a bad leg?"

Li Qingmu blinked.

"Bad leg? How?"

She was perfection itself—how could anything about her be flawed?

With no warning she lifted one long leg that almost made him drool and curved it gracefully behind her own neck like a contortionist.

The embroidered slipper slipped free.

Porcelain toes flexed in the air.

She dipped her big toe into his remaining tea.

Then lowered the leg again, smiling sweetly.

"That’s my bad leg..."

She bit her lip.

"...Very bad~"

She slid the teacup toward him.

"So... shall we go upstairs and eat?"

Li Qingmu stared at the cup.

Her toe had just been inside.

Is this some sort of message?

"Funny woman. Do you really think I’m so starved I’d drink tea your toe touched?"

Song Yan looked at him calmly.

"Yes."

"Well you’re absolutely right."

When she glanced down again, the cup was empty.

Her eyes widened slightly.

『When did he—?!』