Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 2187 - 508: Sleeping Beauty 1

The world might’ve stayed chill, but Yang Cancan was absolutely losing it.

She’d never imagined in a million years that a human being could just... take off.

No gear, no tech, just straight-up flying through the air. In her mind, that was strictly god-tier stuff. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

But there it was, actually happening to her, and she couldn’t deny the reality of it.

Before this, her feelings for Wang Yue were just a simple crush; now, there was a heavy dose of straight-up worship mixed in.

To her, both Wang Yue and Xuan Ji were basically deities walking the earth.

But it wasn’t just Cancan—even Xuan Ji was low-key shook.

People called him "The Devil’s Hand with a Buddha’s Heart," but his lethal side was usually reserved for the beast tribes.

Unless his back was against the wall, he hated drawing blood from his own kind, even in a friendly spar.

That’s why he’d immediately toggled into "Flight Mode"—the signature move of a Transcendence Realm master—and floored it from the jump.

He wanted to show Wang Yue his speed and hopefully get him to back off and drop the whole "let’s fight" idea.

But to his surprise, Wang Yue wasn’t just flying—he was keeping pace perfectly, looking like he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

Even wilder?

Wang Yue was carrying a whole extra person while doing it.

That meant his cultivation level might actually be higher than Xuan Ji’s.

How is that even possible?

Xuan Ji trusted his eyes. Wang Yue’s "bone age" definitely wasn’t over twenty—he might even be younger. A Transcendence Realm master under twenty? And at least at the third stage? Even the top-tier Sacred Lands couldn’t churn out a prodigy like that. Who is this kid, really?

The two of them blazed through the sky, and in a matter of moments, Kaifeng City was a speck in the distance. They touched down (or hovered) near the banks of the Yellow River to the north.

The open water wasn’t exactly a friendly neighborhood for humans; the aquatic tribes in the Yellow River were notorious for being aggressive.

Because of that, except for specific docks, the thirty miles surrounding the riverbanks were a total no-man’s-land. It was the perfect spot for a showdown—no crowds to worry about, no collateral damage.

Realizing Wang Yue was likely in his league, Xuan Ji stopped being so resistant to the spar. He pressed his palms together in a traditional greeting.

"I am at the early Phase 3 of the Transcendence Realm. My specialty is a Heaven-tier Low-grade technique: The Thousand-Leaf Palm of Mercy. I’m ready when you are."

Wang Yue was impressed. He didn’t expect Xuan Ji to be such a straight shooter, laying out his stats and signature moves before the first punch was even thrown. Since the monk was being real with him, Wang Yue wasn’t going to play games either. He gave a respectful fist-palm salute.

"Transcendence Realm, late Phase 2. My go-to moves are the Earth-tier Peak-grade Sky-Shatter Palm and the Heaven-tier Low-grade Wind God Kick."

Xuan Ji was a bit surprised to hear Wang Yue was "only" at late Phase 2, but it made sense after the intro. If the kid specialized in kicks, it explained the insane speed.

"Master, after you," Wang Yue said, making a ’come at me’ gesture.

Xuan Ji wasn’t one to waste time. Since they were doing this, he was all in. "Pardon me," he muttered, and then his hands blurred.

A literal cloud of palm shadows erupted toward Wang Yue, like a wave of kinetic energy.

"Nice!" Wang Yue shouted. He could see why it was a Heaven-tier move. Xuan Ji only had two hands, but he’d just unleashed hundreds of strikes in a split second—and every single one of them was a "real" hit, not just some visual illusion.

Wang Yue swung his own palms out to meet the storm. He didn’t have the flashy "hundreds of shadows" trick, but his raw power was more than enough.

BOOM.

The collision sounded like a bomb going off. Both men were knocked back exactly three steps.

"Impressive!"

Xuan Ji praised. He was genuinely shocked that Wang Yue had managed to pick out his two actual hands from the hundreds of shadows and intercept them perfectly.

That was no easy feat.

Plus, even though he hadn’t gone 100%, he’d put about 70% of his power into that strike. Wang Yue was technically a level lower and using an inferior technique, yet he’d fought to a draw.

What Xuan Ji didn’t know was that Wang Yue wasn’t even using that Earth-tier palm move.

He was using his family’s mid-grade Jade-Cracker Palm, just beefed up with his "Level 8 Gale" trait, making the energy spiral through his meridians twice for extra kick.

"Master, don’t hold back," Wang Yue said. It wasn’t often he ran into someone who could actually challenge him, and he wanted to enjoy the rush.

Xuan Ji nodded. Seeing how Wang Yue handled himself, he realized that while the kid’s "stats" were lower, his actual combat power was elite. He didn’t have to worry about accidentally killing the guy, so he could finally let loose.

The two took to the sky again, moving far away from Yang Cancan to hover over the river. The fight turned into a blur of high-speed exchanges.

From the shore, Yang Cancan watched with her jaw on the floor. It wasn’t just the flying—the sheer scale of the fight was terrifying. The shockwaves alone were kicking up massive tidal waves on the Yellow River, looking like a literal hurricane was hitting the water.

She wasn’t a "cultivator" yet, but she was close. She used to think powerful martial artists were maybe ten or twenty times stronger than her.

Looking at this?

She realized she was living in a different universe. They weren’t even the same species at this point.

It was a bit of a reality check. But Cancan had been through hell growing up, and she had grit. Instead of feeling sorry for herself or trying to sneak away, she felt a fire light up under her. She didn’t just want to watch; she wanted to be that powerful.

Meanwhile, Wang Yue and Xuan Ji were having the time of their lives. When you’re at their level, finding an equal is nearly impossible unless you’re hanging out in some legendary hidden sanctuary.

Even the peaceful Xuan Ji was feeling the "warrior’s high," using the pressure to polish his techniques. Wang Yue was gaining even more; the intensity was forcing his Jade-Cracker Palm and his Gale trait to fuse perfectly. Before, he could only manage two energy rotations. Now? He’d pushed it to three.

Three rotations meant eight times the power. And the kicker? That multiplier didn’t just add to the palm move—it multiplied it.

While a mid-grade move with an 8x boost still wasn’t technically "Heaven-tier," Wang Yue knew he could eventually hit six rotations instantly. If he could bridge that with his techniques, he’d be a walking nuke.

And he wasn’t limited to just one palm move. Once he figured out the "math" of this fusion, he could apply it to anything. Imagine doing that with a Heaven-tier move...