Goddess Fairy Moon NTR Pure Love-Chapter 13

The wind, a crisp whisper against his face, sang a song of freedom. Aukin soared, a comet streaking across the azure expanse above the Holy Moon Sect. Below, the sprawling peaks and ancient structures blurred into an emerald-and-jade tapestry. His platinum Golden Core pulsed, a miniature sun within his dantian, fueling every exhilarating beat of his flight. He banked, a sharp turn that sent a thrill through him, then dove, plummeting towards the distant clouds before pulling up sharply, laughter bubbling from his chest. This new power, this boundless energy, felt like a wild, untamed stallion finally submitting to his will. Days blurred into a cycle of soaring, exploring the vast skies, and returning to his mother’s embrace for shared cultivation, their bodies intertwining, their spirits merging.

Then, a flicker of overheard conversation, a ripple in the outer sect’s usual hum, caught his ear. True Disciples. Competition. The words snagged, pulling him from his blissful aerial reveries. True Disciples, unlike the Core or Inner, possessed nascent talents, dormant powers waiting to ignite. They were the sect’s future, the prized seedlings elders nurtured. Rumors swirled, thick as morning mist, about the competition’s grand prize: acceptance as a personal disciple of the Sect Master herself. Fairy Moon. His mother.

A cold knot tightened in his stomach. He found her in her private cultivation chamber, her aura a serene, shimmering veil.

"Mother, is it true?" He burst into the room, his voice edged with an unfamiliar tremor.

She opened her eyes, irises like polished sapphires, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Is what true, my love?" Her voice, soft as silk, wrapped around him.

"The competition. For true disciples. The winner... they get to be *your* disciple." He watched her face, searching for answers, a flicker of denial.

Her smile widened, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Aukin, focus on your cultivation. Your platinum core demands your full attention."

He felt a chill that had nothing to do with the chamber’s cool air. She hadn’t denied it. He pictured it, a male disciple, young, ambitious, stealing her time, her wisdom, her *attention*. His mother, who had dedicated millennia to her path, now solely focused on his growth, polishing his foundation, pouring her insights into him. Would she cast him aside, deeming his problem solved? Was he just a project, now completed? The thought was a bitter taste in his mouth.

A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through Fairy Moon’s shoulders. She pressed a hand to her lips, stifling a soft, musical sound. Her eyes, however, danced with a mischievous light. She had watched him, of course. His possessiveness, a delightful flaw she found both amusing and endearing. The rumors, carefully planted seeds, had sprouted exactly as she intended. Her son needed a challenge, a healthy stimulus to push him further. The idea of taking on a disciple, especially a male one, felt utterly ludicrous. Her path, her insights, her very being, belonged to Aukin. Any winner of the true disciple competition would find themselves politely redirected to the Vice Sect Master or a Grand Elder. Aukin was her sole focus, her singular joy. She giggled, a low, throaty sound, enjoying his growing frustration.

Aukin, oblivious to her inner amusement, plunged into a frenzy of investigation. He studied every true disciple, his brow furrowing deeper with each passing hour. He needed to participate. He *had* to. He scoured the sect’s archives, poring over records of the competing talents. The sheer power described made his own achievements, even with a platinum core, feel inadequate. These cultivators were born with innate gifts, spiritual roots that manifested in incredible ways.

One boy, a thunder elemental, crackled with raw energy. Another possessed a body like tempered steel, shrugging off blows that would shatter lesser men. A girl moved like a blur, her strikes precise and lethal, while another healed wounds almost instantly, a constant regeneration that defied logic. He tossed aside the last scroll, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. He had envisioned creating his own unique techniques, a synthesis of his Earth memories and Lingwu’s cultivation principles. But he was a Golden Core cultivator, barely. These true disciples, also at the Golden Core Realm, wielded powers beyond his current comprehension.

His gaze fell upon the name ’Taurus.’ A dastardly opponent. Fast as a shadow, a body like steel, and fire sword attacks that scorched the very air. Taurus possessed a handsome face, the kind that might catch his mother’s eye. A fresh wave of anxiety washed over him. He crumpled the paper in his fist, his teeth gritting. He needed something more, something beyond the profound but generalized insights his mother had poured into his foundation. He needed an edge, a shortcut to a unique ability.

His thoughts drifted to his friend, the Great Sage. Sun Wukong.

Aukin snatched up his communication talisman, a small, intricate jade piece, and strode out of his chambers. He needed to move, to act. He bypassed the inner sect gates, heading for the stables where the Holy Beast Protector resided. A massive, snow-white celestial wolf, larger than a small house, lay curled, its eyes, the color of molten gold, opening lazily as Aukin approached.

"Hey, girl," he murmured, his hand stroking the thick fur on her head. The wolf, a creature of immense power, let out a soft rumble, pressing her head into his palm. Fairy Moon had subdued her centuries ago, and the beast, once fierce, had become a loyal, almost playful companion. "We’re going on a trip."

The journey to Sun Wukong’s Mountain House was swift, a blur of wind and cloud beneath the celestial wolf’s powerful strides. Aukin dismounted, his boots sinking slightly into the soft, mossy earth. The air here vibrated with wild energy, ancient trees reaching for the heavens, their branches heavy with glowing fruits. Yaguai monkeys chattered from the canopy, their curious eyes following his every move.

He pushed open the intricately carved gate to the Mountain House, expecting to hear Sun Wukong’s boisterous laugh, perhaps a playful taunt. Instead, he found an unsettling silence. Baijguang, her dark hair a glossy waterfall down her back, stood in the main hall, her purple eyes narrowed, a delicate teacup clutched so tightly her knuckles blanched. An invisible storm brewed around her.

"Auntie Baijguang!" Aukin’s voice was warm, filled with genuine affection. He stepped forward, embracing her in a quick, firm hug. He felt a fleeting stiffness in her posture, a momentary hesitation that surprised him. He remembered their last encounter, the shared debauchery, the way her body had responded to his touch. A faint blush touched her cheeks, quickly masked by her usual stern expression.

She pulled back, her lips a thin line. "Aukin. What brings you to this... den of iniquity?" Her voice, usually sharp, had an unusual edge, a barely contained fury.

"I needed to speak with Sun Wukong." He looked around the empty hall. "Where is he?"

Baijguang let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a snort. "That *bastard monkey*." The words hissed through her teeth. "He left. A month ago. With that pig, Zhu Bajie. Probably off causing trouble somewhere." She slammed the teacup onto a nearby table, the delicate porcelain rattling.

Aukin’s heart sank. No wonder his communication talisman had gone unanswered. Sun Wukong, ever the trickster, had likely left it behind to avoid Baijguang’s summons. He pictured the pair, the monkey and the pig, wreaking havoc across the continent, laughing all the while. He felt a pang of sympathy for anyone who crossed their path, and a deeper wave of frustration for himself.

Baijguang, despite her anger, noticed the slump in his shoulders, the troubled look in his blue eyes. "What’s wrong?" Her voice softened, a touch of concern seeping in.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I... I need a unique ability. Something to give me an edge." He explained the true disciple competition, his mother’s apparent willingness to take a new disciple, and his desperate need to stand out. "I thought Sun Wukong, with his clone technique, or his freezing spell, or even his spellbinder technique... one of those could help. I can’t create my own at my level."

Baijguang’s gaze, usually so fierce, held a flicker of understanding. She hesitated, then pulled out her own communication talisman. A faint glow emanated from it, connecting to another. A moment later, the image of a handsome man with a gentle smile appeared.

"Bai Long Ma," Baijguang’s voice was clipped. "Contact that pig. Get me my husband."

A few tense moments later, the talisman glowed brighter, and Sun Wukong’s face, usually beaming, appeared. He looked at Aukin, then his eyes widened, locking onto Baijguang’s furious expression. A visible gulp rippled down his throat.

"Aukin! My friend! How goes it, little cultivator?" He forced a cheerful tone, but his eyes darted nervously between Aukin and his wife.

"Wukong, I need your help," Aukin said, cutting straight to the point. He reiterated his predicament, his need for a powerful, unique technique.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, his gaze still wary. "Ah, Aukin, those are... my own. Took me centuries to comprehend. It’s hard to just... give them away. You’d need to learn them yourself, and that takes time." He shifted uncomfortably. "Besides, you’re a Golden Core. You’re not quite ready for that level of complexity."

Aukin rolled his eyes. "So, nothing?"

"Wait, wait!" Sun Wukong held up a hand. "There is something. A different path. You need enlightenment, my friend. A sudden spark of understanding." He leaned closer to the talisman, his voice dropping conspiratorially, though his eyes still flickered towards Baijguang. "There are these fruits, you see. Enlightening Plums. They can grant sudden insight, a burst of comprehension. Help you create your *own* technique."

"Enlightening Plums?" Aukin’s interest piqued.

Sun Wukong nodded vigorously. "Yes! But... I’ll only tell you where to find them if you promise me something." His gaze, now pleading, fixed on Aukin.

Aukin raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You... you have to make Baijguang not angry with me when I come back." Sun Wukong’s voice was barely a whisper, filled with genuine fear.

Aukin stared, dumbfounded. "Are you trolling me?"

"No! No, I’m not!" Sun Wukong wailed. "She wants... she wants a baby, Aukin! A *baby*! That’s a big step! I panicked! I just... I had to escape! I’m not ready! She’s been furious for a month! You have to help me!"

Aukin snickered, a burst of dark amusement. This monkey, thousands of years old, an immortal, terrified of a baby. He had it coming, honestly. Still, he didn’t blame him. Sun Wukong, for all his power, possessed a childlike heart. He loved Baijguang dearly, that much was obvious. He just wasn’t ready for this particular challenge.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Aukin asked, trying to suppress his grin.

"I don’t care how!" Sun Wukong’s voice was desperate. "Just... reduce her anger! Make her less mad! Promise me, Aukin! Promise, and I’ll tell you everything!"

Before Aukin could even formulate a response, a shimmering map, intricately detailed and glowing with faint energy, materialized from the talisman, floating gently to the floor. The connection snapped.

Aukin looked at the map, then at Baijguang, who stood with her arms crossed, a vein throbbing faintly in her temple. He gritted his teeth. That cunning monkey. He hadn’t even promised, and the map was already here. Now, whether he liked it or not, he was entangled in the celestial couple’s domestic drama. He had to help. He just had to figure out *how*.