Hunting milfs in cultivation world

As Meng Hao stood outside the grand hall of the Sixth Peak, the cold mountain wind brushing against his skin, a familiar chime rang softly in his ears, instantly diverting all of his attention.

[Ding! Favorability Increase Detected.]

[Su Lan – Sixth Peak Master]

Cultivation: Nascent Soul – Late Stage

Status: Single

Known for: Rejecting all male disciples

Personality: Cold, Dispassionate, Untamed

Affinity: ★★★☆☆ (3 Stars – Growing Attachment)

(Very much interested in you and thinks you as the most ideal boy as well as the most beautiful boy she has ever seen. She is very much lustful about you, and thoughts of making you her husband are currently going on in her mind. Hearing your words and thoughts about cultivation has completely made you her favorite and ideal man to ever exist in her eyes. These feelings have planted deep seeds of lust and desire to marry you in her heart. But currently, she is restraining herself and not allowing any of these emotions to show.)

Meng Hao opened the notification quickly, without a moment's hesitation. His eyes calmly scanned the content, but within him, waves stirred.

"So, does that mean she likes me now?" he thought to himself, the corners of his lips twitching upward in the barest hint of satisfaction.

Standing still at the edge of the teleportation platform, Meng Hao narrowed his eyes slightly as he analyzed the situation silently.

"To be honest, even though Li Yao is a beauty herself… compared to Su Lan, she doesn't seem like much," he thought with a smirk hidden in the shadows of his mind. "Su Lan gives off the vibe of a mature, untamed woman. A real woman that can tempt and seduce a man with her very presence."

He looked off into the distance, watching the mist rolling off the cliffs and curling through the pine trees, like Su Lan's cold aura winding through the hearts of those who feared her.

"Li Yao may have a beautiful face and a bit of arrogance, but she doesn't have that charm," Meng Hao mused inwardly. "Su Lan is in another league altogether."

The image of Su Lan's calm, unreadable face surfaced in his mind—the way her hair flowed freely, how the coldness in her eyes masked something buried much deeper.

"Making her my woman doesn't seem like a bad idea at all," he continued thinking, eyes slowly closing. "Even if she doesn't offer much in terms of cultivation gains compared to Li Yao, I can still keep her by my side."

A low laugh echoed in his mind, full of smug satisfaction. It wasn't loud, but it carried a weight of certainty.

As his thoughts lingered in their own world, his focus was broken by the sudden feeling of a hand resting gently on his shoulder.

"Junior Brother."

A soft yet distinct voice entered his ears.

He turned slightly and glanced behind.

It was Li Yao.

She stood close, her hand still on his shoulder, gazing at his face with narrowed eyes. Her gaze lingered a bit longer than she expected, and a ripple of confusion crossed her thoughts.

"Why does Junior Brother look even more charming than the last time?" she thought silently, her heart unexpectedly stirred. "What's going on with him? Why does he seem more radiant… more graceful?"

Li Yao's brows furrowed slightly, but she quickly pushed the thought aside.

Brushing her hair back casually, she spoke again.

"Junior Brother, what happened inside?" she asked with a calm tone, although curiosity and slight concern were clearly present. "And what were you thinking about when I called you? You didn't even reply."

Her eyes were fixed on him, searching for an answer.

Meng Hao glanced back at her, still calm. He was just about to open his mouth to respond—

But before any words could leave his lips, another crisp notification chimed inside his mind.

[Ding! It's been detected that the host has gained an increase in favorability.]

[Do you want to view it now?]

He paused.

The timing of the system message made him raise an eyebrow inwardly, but on the outside, his expression didn't change at all.

His gaze remained on Li Yao, who stood there with folded arms, still waiting for a reply.

The mountain breeze whispered past them, brushing their robes lightly. The sky above the Sixth Peak had darkened slightly, with dusk beginning to creep in. The faint scent of spirit grass drifted in the air, and below the peak, the faint chime of bells from the inner disciple courtyard could be heard.

But in Meng Hao's world, everything narrowed into two things:

Li Yao's questioning gaze—

And the golden glowing notification pulsing in the corner of his consciousness.

He stood silently for a breath longer, and the smile in his heart deepened.