Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Slowly walking up the mountain, passing by one courtyard after another, the names on the garden doors of these courtyards all had a hint of antiquity, like "Listening to Rain Hall," "Chanting Wind Pavilion," "Walking in Snow Pavilion," "Ink Fragrance Studio," "Competing Beauty Garden," and so on. Although they didn't go in to take a closer look, several girls still watched with relish.

After passing more than ten courtyards, they finally reached the main hall located halfway up the mountain. At the entrance of the hall, eighteen women were arranged in two rows, waiting respectfully. Although these women differed in skin color, race, and temperament, they all had one thing in common—they were all high-quality beauties in the eyes of ordinary people!

This splendid sight made Tang Feiyan furrow her brows unconsciously, and she asked somewhat displeased, "Skidmore, these aren't virgin servants you found among the blood slaves again, are they?"

"Mistress, rest assured, these were all carefully selected by me..." Skidmore's voice was full of sincerity, a kind of sincerity that seemed to say, "This is what I should do!"

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In Tang Feiyan's helpless and frustrated expression, the eighteen top-quality virgin blood slaves knelt on the ground and saluted in unison in Mandarin, "We pay respects to the master and mistress..."

Using the rather Sinicized self-designation of "slave," it seemed that Skidmore had trained them well. Naturally, the "master" they referred to would not be Skidmore. Even the blood slaves who were originally exclusive to Skidmore and other vampires could only call their original masters "my lord" when they saw them. The title of "master" represented one person, an absolute authority...

"Alright, get up, all of you!" Eric waved his hand without changing his expression and walked into the hall first.

This hall was about two hundred square meters in size, similar in layout to an ancient main hall, elegantly decorated without a hint of modernity. Several calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, which seemed to have been there for some time. They must have been the treasures of Skidmore's collection that could be displayed in the living room. They might even be authentic works by Wu Daozi or Tang Bohu...

Unfortunately, Eric was not very interested in antiques and calligraphy. He just glanced at them and didn't look anymore, feeling somewhat regretful that these treasures were gathering dust.

After sitting in the main seat, Eric calculated that it had taken nearly twenty minutes to walk all the way here.

Tang Feiyan also seemed to have this feeling, "Eric, our new home is too big! It took us almost twenty minutes just to walk here from the foot of the mountain!"

Eric smiled faintly and said, "Today, we walked because we wanted to see new things. In the future, we'll only take the car, so it will be much faster..."

Suddenly, Skidmore interjected, "Master, mistress, the electric car can only go to this main hall. To go further up to the upper court, we still have to walk."

"Upper court?" Eric asked somewhat strangely, "Is the manor divided into sections?"

"Yes, master!" Skidmore said, "The places we walked past on the half mountainside are called the 'lower court,' which is only for daily play and rest for guests. The upper court is the master and mistress's sleeping quarters, as well as the 'Cain's Blessing Place'!"

"The Cain's Blessing Place" is a vampire term, referring to the Geomantic Yin Void.

Thinking of the Geomantic Yin Void, Eric couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and ordered, "Take me there immediately..." Taking a few steps, he turned back to Luoli and Sun Clouds and said, "You don't need to follow. Go down with the servants in the manor and settle down first!"

The two spokespersons of the Sun-Moon Sister Deities naturally did not raise any objections and nodded obediently. Eric, led by Skidmore, walked towards the upper court, accompanied only by Tan Ailing, Tang Feiyan, and little Feng Qian.

Entering the building, which was built like a solid European castle and guarded like the imperial palace of ancient emperors, into the "Cain's Blessing Place," Eric saw at a glance the black crystal suspended above the magic array, slowly absorbing the Yin Qi.

Sealed within the ping-pong ball-sized black crystal was the soul of Eric's mother, Eric Olivia. Eric walked up slowly, gazing at it with deep emotion.

After a while, Tan Ailing approached gently, hugged Eric, and whispered, "Eric, don't be sad anymore, everything will be fine..."

Tang Feiyan also came up, patted Eric's shoulder to comfort him, and then asked, "Eric, is Mom's soul getting better?"

"It's much better now, at least not like when I first found it, on the verge of dissipating! However, she's still very weak!"

"Can you 'awaken' her?"

Eric hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Let's wait for a while. Although I can restore consciousness to my mother's soul, she is still very weak. If I forcibly 'awaken' her, I'm afraid it will cause some damage to her soul origin. I don't want to take that risk..."

"Is there such a risk?" Although Tang Feiyan didn't quite understand what "soul origin" was, just the word "harm" was enough to illustrate the problem. She was slightly surprised and hurriedly said, "Then let's not force it! I'll wait until later to pay my respects to Mom..."

Tan Ailing smiled faintly and teased, "What's this, Feiyan? Are you eager to please your 'mother-in-law'?"

"Of course!" Tang Feiyan didn't hide her intentions, nodding, "Isn't it said that the relationship between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law is one of the most difficult relationships in the world? I want to be prepared early..."

"Hehe, don't worry, there will be opportunities in the future!" After laughing, Tan Ailing became serious again and said, "But, Feiyan, I have some advice for you to avoid offending our future mother-in-law!"

"Offend?" Tang Feiyan's expression was half-believing and half-nervous. "What advice? Please tell me quickly!"

"Before her soul fell into 'sleep,' your mother was only in her twenties. Will it be a bit too much to call her 'old lady'?"

Tang Feiyan suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly, looking grateful, "Ailing, you're so thoughtful! If it weren't for your advice, I might offend Mom in the future! Ailing, you deserve to be the mistress of Eric's family, my lifelong idol..."

Ignoring Tang Feiyan's excessive flattery, Tan Ailing said in a gentle tone, "Eric, have you decided how to arrange your mother's soul these days?"

Before Eric could speak, Tang Feiyan interjected, "Yes, Eric, although you haven't created a method to directly resurrect your mother, you can at least ensure that her soul successfully reincarnates, or directly transform her into a 'ghost,' right?"

"That's right!"

"Have you made a decision?"

Eric sighed slightly, not giving a direct answer, but said, "After transforming the soul into a ghost, although it can recall all the memories, emotions, appearance, and personality of the deceased, there is a major flaw—it lacks substance!"

"Lacks substance?" Tang Feiyan was slightly stunned. "Does that mean it can be seen and heard but not touched?"

"Yes!" Eric nodded, then corrected, "However, ghosts cannot be heard by living beings. The process of speaking is completed through mental fluctuations and does not require passing through the eardrums of living beings..."

Tan Ailing's eyes flickered slightly and she said, "Eric, from your tone, it seems that you don't intend to use this method on your mother's soul?"

"That's right! I've always dreamed of being able to hug my mother with my own hands, to truly feel the 'warm embrace of a mother' described in books!" Eric looked very longing.

"In that case, why are you hesitating? After your mother's soul is restored, you can simply protect her reincarnation, right?" Tang Feiyan seemed puzzled.

Eric smiled wryly, looking a bit depressed. Stay updated through empire

While Tan Ailing and Tang Feiyan were still puzzled, little Feng Qian, who had been silent, suddenly burst into laughter.

Tang Feiyan looked at her in surprise and asked tentatively, "Little Feng Qian, do you know what your big brother is worried about?"

little Feng Qian nodded slightly and, seeing Eric's unchanged expression, explained under Tang Feiyan's urging, "Big brother seems to be worried about having a 'baby girl' as his mother in the future..."

Tan Ailing and Tang Feiyan were both stunned and looked at Eric together, only to find his face gloomy, which naturally confirmed little Feng Qian's guess! So, the two stunning beauties looked at each other for a while, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter, disregarding their image.

Tang Feiyan laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, grabbing Eric's shoulder with one hand, and intermittently said in the laughter, "Eric, you might be the first son in history to breastfeed and change diapers for his mother..."

Although Tan Ailing was also laughing, it was far less exaggerated than Tang Feiyan. However, what she said was quite impactful to Eric, "Eric, congratulations, you have now obtained a third title after 'the most handsome chairman in history' and 'the most influential religious leader in the world'—the only son in history who raised his mother..."

In the laughter of the three women, Eric's face was dark. If he were to cross into a comic book now, everyone would be able to see the three thick black lines on his forehead...

Facing the endless teasing of the three "crazy women," Eric couldn't get angry and could only pretend to be serious, saying, "Alright, let's not disturb my mother's cultivation here. Let's go..." With that, he left without paying attention to Tan Ailing and the others.