Chapter 62: Martial Technique Level Up~
"Hmm, what is fabulous?" Mia popped her head out of his collar, looking up at him sleepily.
"Good morning, beautiful." Kian kissed the top of her head, his voice still rough with sleep. "Did you sleep well?"
Mia yawned against his chest, her breath warm through the fabric of his robe. Then, she just laid her head back on him. "Best sleep ever. And you just kept playing with my boobs across the night."
"You’re the one who crawled inside my clothes. Don’t blame me for what happens in there."
"I’m not blaming. I’m stating facts." She tilted her head up to look at him, her beauty mark catching the morning light. "Last night was crazy. What was I even thinking?"
"That you wanted to express yourself." Kian grinned, tracing a finger along her jaw. "And you did. Very loudly."
Mia’s cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh no. Did everyone hear it again?"
"Probably. Feimei was still awake reading when we started, and she probably figured out my plans when I sneaked into the room you were in. Jia might’ve been too exhausted to notice, but I wouldn’t count on it."
Mia buried her face in his chest with a groan that vibrated through his ribs. "Mother heard me. Mother heard me losing my virginity. I’m going to die. I’m going to walk into the kitchen and just spontaneously combust."
"You’ll be fine." He rubbed slow circles on her back. "She wouldn’t mind."
"How can you say that? You barely know her."
"Oh I know her."
"Oh don’t lie~" She yawned, getting back into his clothes. "Let me sleep here for a while more."
Kian let her settle, her breath already evening out into the soft rhythm of sleep, then pulled the system interface back up with a thought.
The martial techniques panel expanded with a soft chime. Three options sat under his name, each glowing with a faint, pulsing light: Iron Skin at Medium proficiency, Wind Step at Initiate, and Art of the Blood Beasts at Initiate.
He had a hundred Fortune points. Enough to push one of them further. The question was which.
He pulled up Art of the Blood Beasts first, as it was clearly his most exotic ability.
But quickly, he sighed in disappointment.
It needed a 300 Fortune points to upgrade!
The other abilities still only needed a hundred, but it was different.
Kian gave up on it for now and looked at the other abilities.
Iron Skine. Medium proficiency made his body as hard as reinforced bronze, and flicking that knife at his palm proved it worked.
But upgrading to High would cost another hundred points, and he didn’t know what that tier would offer. Maybe close to iron. Maybe iron itself.
He could take a blade to the gut and laugh. That had a certain appeal.
’Should I use it?’
Wind Step was still at Initiate.
He’d bought it on impulse, wanting a movement technique to complement his growing arsenal. At Medium, the system said, he could run on walls.
At High, water.
That kind of mobility would make him untouchable in a fight. He’d seen what a Stage 5 cultivator could do with speed alone, and he wanted that for himself.
Kian hesitated for one more moment before he decided.
Wind Step it was.
He focused his mind on the glowing icon of Wind Step and authorized the upgrade. With a soft chime, his remaining hundred Fortune points vanished, converted instantly into a rush of cool, liquid energy.
The energy flew through his meridians, modifying his legs slightly, and deep in his mind, an image appeared.
It was a shadowy person.
It ran straight at an infinitely high cliff and without stopping, ran up.
Kian closed his eyes.
The image deepened.
The shadow became himself.
He ran at the wall in his mind, but at first, he couldn’t quite do it. After a single step, he fell on the floor.
But he stood back up, ran at the wall again.
He fell.
Again.
He stood.
Again.
Days passed, months passed.
He got better and better at running on the wall.
At first, he ran three steps up. Then, he could run ten steps up before falling.
An year passed.
Kian opened his eyes, the shadow of walls flashing in them.
Silently, he pulled up his robe and let Mia fall to the side of the bed. "Hey!" she complained.
He didn’t reply, just silently standing out of the bed.
"Kian?"
She watched him, wondering what had gotten into him suddenly.
Kian took a deep breath and she immediately felt the air around him change.
Without a word, he slowly walked towards the wall of the room.
She held her breath.
Without stopping, he took a step against the wall.
He did not fall.
One step. Two steps. Three.
He walked up the walls calmly until he stood on the celing looking down at the naked Mia.
She looked up at him, mouth wide open, then instinctlvely covered her chest with her hands.
"When were you able to do this?" She asked, blinking in wonder.
"Feels like a few years, but also just moments since I learned this."
"What does that even mean?"
She shook her head.
"Anyway, come back and hug me instead of showing off! If you are a good boy, I can think about handling that morning wood for you."
Kian had to agree that Mia had a unique charm from this direction.
"You’ll have to handle it anyway after tempting me like this."
If she weren’t sleeping naked inside his own shirt, would he be so horny?
If she weren’t such a sight, would he be horney?
She showed him a cheeky tongue. "Then come down or you get nothing!"
Kian closed his eyes.
Flash.
He was back on the floor like wind, his body so fast that Mia barely saw an after image before she was pressed against the bed.
"Woah!" She yelped.
Kian kissed her forehead, then asked: "Can you use your mouth?"
She pouted. "This early in the morning?"
"Early in the morning is good, right? You can brush after the fact and I get to wake up with the best feeling."
"Hmph! Sweet talker. Come here, I’ll handle it for you!"
"Hehe, I might have a surprise for you."
Soon, she was licking his tip experimentally while looking at him.
"What surprise can there be in this?"
"You’ll see it!"
Thus began another blowjob that ended with her mouth filled with his cum.