Chapter 194: The Legendary Three Year Time-Skip!

Chapter 194: The Legendary Three Year Time-Skip!

"Father, father, wake up! Han is hungry, and I am hungry, wake up! Mommy woke up father," a small, high-pitched voice chimed relentlessly from the side of the bed.

"Little Zoe, your father was up late and is sleepy, let him sleep in a bit, and mommy will get you washed and dressed first," a soft, chiding voice intervened to soothe the morning energy.

"Fodder~..." a tiny, unbalanced voice grumbled right over my chest.

Pat Pat! The sharp sounds of rapid Chinese being spoken filled the master bedroom, accompanied by the distinct weight of tiny hands pressing into my chest as my son Han tried desperately to wake me up.

He was actively copying his older sister Zoe's stubborn persistence, prompting me to crack a wide, sleepy smile to calm my beautiful lover's maternal worries.

Zoe was a lively, just over two-year-old girl who wore two adorable black pigtails to frame her exceptionally chubby, highly expressive cheeks.

Her younger brother Han was a wobbly, one-year-old boy who possessed thick black hair and striking blue eyes that mirrored his parents' distinct features perfectly.

Without a single exception across my expanding household, all of my biological children were born with jet-black hair and deep or bright-blue eyes due to the absolute potency of my bloodline. The only prominent factors that distinguished my various offspring from one another were their unique skin tones, baseline physical builds, and structural frames. The unique facial features of their respective mothers decorated each child's face, meaning these two specific toddlers looked remarkably like Lan.

"Okay, okay, Dad is up, I will help mommy make breakfast," I stretched, my voice thick with sleep as I scooped the children into my arms. "But daddy will have to go down the mountain after, Okay?"

"No, don't go, father, Zoe will be good!" the little girl cried out instantly, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck.

"No.. um, Zoe good..." Han chimed in right behind her, nodding his small head with a serious expression.

I couldn't help but smile warmly at my two thoroughly spoiled kids as they utilized all of their toddler charm to delay my departure from the peak.

I had been residing here at the Hidden Temple for three full days now, dedicating my hours to training the elite students in advanced Gun-Fu while spending quality time with Lan, Zoe, and Han.

Ashley had also stopped by the estate with her own young daughter just the other day to ensure the child could bond with her grandfather before our schedule tightened.

Lan offered me a gentle, reassuring kiss, her traditional robes rustling as she reached down to gather the children into her arms. "I will get them ready, just make simple porridge dear," Lan instructed, casting a firm, meaningful look in my direction. "Our children can't be treated differently from the other mountain children, okay?"

I scratched the rough morning stubble lining my jawline, nodding my head submissively like a completely loyal, well-behaved husband. I always faced a thorough verbal scolding from her whenever I secretly attempted to bribe my two kids here with sweet Western candies. But as the old saying goes, what mommy doesn't actively find out certainly won't hurt her, right?

Lan caught the mischievous look on my face as I rubbed my chin, her lips curving into a soft, affectionate expression. "Father dear, after the kids start eating, I will shave you," she promised, her tone turning deeply intimate. "So just bathe with us after the meal is ready."

The grand Sect Master's residence was a fundamentally simple, highly traditional single-story wooden building that mirrored the modest architecture of a commoner's home. The layout consisted of a dedicated room for each child, our low-lying master bedroom, a standard washroom, and a combined kitchen-living area.

Frankly, the entire atmosphere felt like a rustic sanctuary you would expect to see hundreds of years ago in ancient history. The only modern electrical component permitted within the entire structure was a highly secure, heavily insulated emergency landline telephone hidden inside the study paneling.

While I stood over the stone hearth heating up the morning porridge, my mind automatically began drifting toward the massive wave of new administrative tasks I had to execute. Now that the majority of our inner circle had successfully graduated from Star University, my daily operational workload had officially tripled by the very least.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my rugged satellite laptop, booting up the encrypted network to review the strict itinerary I needed to complete after leaving the mountain...

Stop by the Long Estate to see Victoria and my son Ken Long.

Then stop by to visit my wife Helen at the Tang Estate, to see my boys Mike and Ray Tang. Those two act like tiger cubs.

Stop by my new Velvet Tower to head a meeting with my business CEOs. Fuck, I will have to deal with 'her' again, sigh...

Then I finally pick up Mary from the station on my way home.

I verified the numbers on the screen, letting out a quiet sigh as the sheer volume of corporate and clan logistics registered in my mind.

Glancing back at the stove, I saw the food had finished cooking, prompting me to dish the portions out early so the kids' breakfast could properly cool down to a safe temperature. I left Lan's and my bowls steaming hot on the counter, wrapping a clean towel around my waist as I prepared to transition into the washroom.

Lan was already waiting for me with the straight razor, this specific shaving ritual being one of her absolute favorite domestic pastimes whenever I visited, while the kids viewed the process as pure magic.

With the family bath time successfully prepared, I stepped into the warm room to join my household.

Zoe sat comfortably in Lan's lap being carefully fed, while I took charge of managing Han and his incredibly messy, highly chaotic eating habits.

Lan watched me wipe a stray dollop of porridge from his chin, her voice turning curious as she addressed the martial politics of the region. "Rick, how did things go with Sea Temple?" she asked, adjusting her grip on the spoon.

I grabbed a clean cloth to finish cleaning Han's chubby face, delivering the latest strategic updates regarding the alignment of the four historic Temples. "Logan already returned with his new wives, and has successfully earned the position as Sect Master," I revealed, my tone steady and confident. "His introduction of Drunken Style made his contributions the greatest to the Temple."

I leaned back against the wooden bench, mapping out the multi-year mobilization timeline in my head. "So in two years, his elites will be trained and ready," I added. "Snow Temple has agreed to our demands. Only Forest Temple is staying distant from us, and loyal to the Li. So it went as expected."

Lan paused mid-movement, her blue eyes widening slightly as she processed the sudden compliance of our old rivals. "Husband, I thought Snow Temple refused you?" she questioned, her brow furrowing.

An evil, dark grin spread across my features, and I leaned across the table to whisper the classified details of the operation directly into her ear. "The God Squad had their first official mission, to infiltrate the Snow Temple and assassinate the Sect Leaders nephew, and it was done flawlessly," I murmured. "He had only bits of flesh remaining after taking a simultaneous 25 shots from the 50 caliber sniper rifles, ha-ha!"

I watched her expression shift as the sheer scale of our military dominance became clear.

"When Snow Temple found out their Masters could vanish with one word from me, they caved," I stated coldly. "Your former Sect Master was replaced due to the trauma of her nephew's death."

A profound wave of absolute joy flooded Lan's heart at the news, the reality that I had personally eradicated the monstrous filth who had made her early life a living hell eliciting an immediate reaction. She leaned across the table and planted a deeply passionate, unyielding kiss against my lips, completely ignoring the curious, wide-eyed gazes of our two toddlers.

Once she finally pulled back to catch her breath, she tilted her head to question the unique nomenclature of my elite unit. "The target I understand, but why the God Squad?" she asked, her fingers tracing the edge of her teacup.

"It was a test for their escape from the Temple," I explained, checking the security logs on my phone. "Their sniper skills were never the real test, but their Advanced use of Kyusho Jitsu."

I took a slow sip of water, a smug smile playing on my lips as I recalled the performance metrics. "All of the snipers managed to escape by only using their unarmed skills," I added. "Showing Snow Temple my group did not even need the sniper rifles to end them."

Lan nodded thoughtfully, her strategic mind analyzing the political leverage required to secure long-term compliance. "But that did not seem to be enough to make them loyal, right?" she reasoned, looking for the final piece of the puzzle.

"That is right..." I confirmed, my grin widening into a sinister expression. "So I sent them Satellite pictures of the first Mountain Temple meeting its end with MOABs and they signed right up."

With the family meal officially concluded, the time for my descent back into the corporate world arrived.

I shared a final round of warm hugs and kisses with my two mischievous children, before pulling my now Grandmaster-level concubine in for a deep parting embrace. I bid them a proper farewell and retreated to the bedroom, stripping out of my traditional martial robes to change into a flawlessly tailored, crisp business suit.

As I marched toward the front door to exit the serene residence, Lan leaned against the frame with a touch of playful, coquettish charm. "Last night was fantastic, so next month, will you be back like normal?" she called out, a beautiful smile lighting up her face. "Oh, and in a week, you are calling the kids right?"

"I was very thrilled last night as well, and I will never miss talking to them on the phone, anything else dear?" I responded, adjusting the cuffs of my jacket.

"Yes... Tell Mercy and Hinata I said hello, and tell Mei congratulations for finally getting pregnant, fufu," Lan added with a knowing smirk. "Love you Rick, now go before Victoria has to leave her home to find you."

I offered her one final nod as I stepped out into the crisp mountain air, officially concluding my intensive Chinese language practice for the trip. Now that my academic and linguistic faculties had continuously improved over the last few years of study, I had achieved absolute native-level fluency across all foreign dialects. My internal progression tracking confirmed that I had formally attained an Advanced level of Education over the course of my university career.

I climbed into a waiting motorized golf cart, navigating the vehicle down the dimly lit, completely silent two-mile-long subterranean concrete tunnel that connected the Hidden Temple to the outside world.

The passage was entirely devoid of ambient noise, patrolled only by a pair of elite, Master-level monks disguised in common rest-stop janitor uniforms to maintain total operational security. Both deadly martial artists immediately came to attention as my cart approached, saluting my position with deeply respectful, traditional cupped fists.

I returned the salute before ascending a steep flight of concrete stairs that terminated at a heavy, commercial-grade steel door marked with a prominent [Out of Order] sign.

Clink! The heavy deadbolt turned smoothly, and I stepped through the threshold to emerge directly from the rear maintenance closet of a standard public highway rest stop. Our primary operational entrance was seamlessly integrated into a broken, permanently locked restroom stall flanked by fully functional, high-traffic public facilities.

Walking out into the bustling main concourse, I passed rows of flashing vending machines and a handful of traveling families stopping for mid-day refreshments.

I instantly spotted my massive, gleaming white luxury limousine idling quietly within the designated commercial truck and limo parking zone. As I approached the vehicle, the front driver and passenger doors swung open simultaneously, and Mercy and Mei stepped out onto the asphalt to greet me.

Mercy looked as exceptionally valiant and sharp as ever, clad in her crisp, custom-tailored chauffeur outfit as she prepared to drive me through the long gauntlet of corporate meetings.

Over the course of the couple of years, both Mercy and Mei had successfully broken into the entry thresholds of Master-level combat status, while their respective Gun-Fu skills had advanced to lethal heights.

Mei stood dressed in her familiar, knee-length maid uniform, a brilliant, radiant smile completely lighting up her delicate features as she caught my eye.

A few months prior, she had officially ceased taking her birth control prescription, and her medical tracking had just confirmed that she had successfully missed her very first period. True to the explicit promise I had made to her years ago, we had initiated the conception process the exact moment my graduation requirements were fulfilled.

Mei had secretly harbored a bitter sense of rivalry watching Lan raise two beautiful children in isolation, but like a perfectly disciplined, professional spy, she had strictly adhered to our timeline.

I came to a halt directly in front of Mercy, prompting her to offer a respectful bow before handing me a secure leather folder. "Good-morning my Master, I have a picture and report for you," Mercy announced, her voice filled with professional pride. "Your two boys Lee Mu and Ryu Kyusho have started their sword sparring practice this morning."

She reached down to initialize a media playback on a portable tablet terminal, pointing toward the screen with a bright smile. "Here are the pictures to prove how talented they are, and a short clip," she added.

Mercy, a proud warrior mother, showed me the video she had captured with her smartphone, a brilliant flash of maternal pride lighting up her piercing blue eyes as she held out the screen.

The digital footage displayed my slightly larger two-and-a-half-year-old son, Lee, aggressively beating my other two-and-a-quarter-year-old son, Ryu, with a brightly colored foam Nerf sword.

Ryu was actively being cheered on by Hinata's distinct, commanding voice echoing in the background, prompting the toddler to give back just as good as he got from his older brother.

I could clearly hear both of the deadly mothers continuously encouraging this soft, unyielding brutality of my young sons, their energetic commentary sounding exactly like two bloodthirsty spectators cheering at an ancient gladiatorial match. However, the loud, infectious laughter erupting from both of the tumbling toddlers proved beyond a doubt that they were having an absolute blast with the training session.

They were wearing extensive layers of specialized protective gear on top of their clothes to ensure no genuine physical harm could possibly come to them, but I simply shook my head in quiet disbelief at these martial women and their intense child-raising philosophies.

Mei caught the exact look of exasperation crossing my features, instantly deciding to betray Mercy's tactical confidence to save her own skin. "Master, I tried to get them to stop-" Mei began, her defensive speech cutting short as a sudden audio track blared from the still-playing video terminal.

[Oh, this is so much fun, but don't let Rick know, Ufufu,] Mei's unmistakable voice echoed clearly from the smartphone speaker, completely exposing her active participation in the scheme.

Realizing she had been thoroughly caught on camera functioning as a highly naughty, uncooperative aunt, Mei quickly reached past me to slide the heavy rear door of the limousine fully open. She offered a tiny, elegant wave of her hand, flashing a brilliant smile as she attempted to pivot away from her guilt with an adoring compliment. "The other child abuser is waiting inside for you my loving and forgiving Master~!" Mei purred, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Mercy watched the interaction with a knowing smile before sliding gracefully into the driver's seat, and the moment I stepped into the climate-controlled cabin, Mei closed the heavy door while clicking her tongue in mild irritation about getting caught on the tape. She skipped quickly around the polished front bumper to claim the passenger side seat next to Mercy, and with a smooth surge of power, my massive luxury limousine pulled out of the rest stop to merge onto the highway.

As I settled into the plush leather seating of the rear compartment, I turned my attention toward the stunning thirty-two-year-old Japanese beauty sitting quietly across from me in a brilliant red silk kimono with eastern black dragon designs. Despite three full years having officially passed since our university days, her flawless skin and youthful aura made her look as though she were still resting comfortably in her early twenties.

She carefully placed her personal training gear and my heavy ancestral sword onto the adjacent bench, moving with a silent, fluid grace as she slid across the floor in her traditional white split-toe Tobi-socks. She scaled the short distance to sit sideways directly in my lap, her wide, elegant kimono sleeves instantly wrapping around my shoulders to lock me in an embrace.

"Your Precious student missed Sensei," Hinata whispered directly against my neck, her voice shifting into an intimate, melodic Japanese dialect. "I was jealous that sister Lan received extra training, and my skills have degraded over the last 4 days."

She leaned back slightly to lock her crimson eyes onto my face, a playful, incredibly wicked grin spreading across her lips as she gently wiggled her heavy asset directly in my lap, deliberately daring me to take her right then and there. "How are you, my Master~?" she purred, her breath warm against my skin.

I, having endured years of continuous sexual manipulation at the hands of my incredibly potent harem, had finally managed to build up a slight baseline resistance to raw seduction techniques over the years—well, just a tiny bit, cough.

I wrapped my arms firmly around her remarkably thin, delicate waist, holding her secure against the motion of the vehicle as I delivered my response. "I am well, dear," I murmured, resting my chin against her shoulder. "Sorry I had to be gone, but the students need correction with Gun-Fu, or they will learn bad habits."

I shifted my weight slightly, mapping out the training schedules in my head. "And sadly the only two with the best skills in it are Mercy and Mei," I explained. "So I have to spend 4 days out of the month with them. If you want, just bring Ryu and come next month?"

Hinata reached up with her slender fingers to gently lift my chin, forcing me to look directly into the deep, swirling depths of her red eyes before she leaned forward to claim my lips in a deep, burning kiss. She held the embrace for a long, luxurious moment, thoroughly tasting my mouth before she slowly released her grip to address the domestic timeline with a serious, deeply respectful tone. "No, sister Lan and your two children need what little time you spend there," Hinata reasoned softly, her fingers tracing the collar of my suit jacket. "I am not ungrateful and need all of your time, Sensei."

She offered a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, resting her forehead against mine as her defensive walls melted away. "Just ignore this spoiled woman," she whispered with absolute tenderness. "I love you, Rick..."

And for the remainder of the long highway transit, she left zero room for doubt, continuously demonstrating through a sequence of deep, desperate kisses exactly how much she had genuinely missed my presence.

As the limousine began navigating the familiar suburban avenues approaching the massive Long Estate where Victoria and my young boy Ken had been residing for years now, I pulled out my phone to dial her secure line.

[Hello husband, are you near?] Victoria's smooth, aristocratic voice vibrated through the receiver the exact second the link finalized. [I have missed you these past few days?]

"Yes wife, I just came from training, and we will be there in about 10 minutes," I reported, watching the scenery shift through the tinted ballistic glass. "How are you and Ken?"

[Ufufu, We are both good,] she giggled softly, a hint of profound maternal excitement texturing her tone. [And dear, I have found out what Ken's 'Lee' aptitude is...]

"Will you tell me now, or is it a surprise?" I asked, my interest instantly piqued by the mention of our genetic legacy.

[It seems your son is a computer genius,] Victoria revealed proudly, her words tumbling out quickly. [He has been playing video-games and beating them quickly, so I got him a beginners simple computer, and he took to it like a fish to water...] She paused, a sharp, calculating note entering her voice as she mapped out the toddler's educational path. [I think he should learn from his aunt Lucy,] she suggested.

"It is too early to train him, let him have fun first," I countered instantly, my tone turning firm and protective. "Lucy can train him after our family issues are handled in a couple of years. Ken is only 3, let him be a child first, is that fine?"

[Your wife shall listen, fufu,] Victoria conceded smoothly, yielding completely to my paternal boundary. [I need to pull him off his computer to see you. Seems he only gets off when you stay over.]

She shifted the device, the distant sounds of servants preparing the dining hall filtering through the line as she finalized our schedule. [Oh, you will only be having lunch with us right?] she checked, a faint note of longing in her voice. [I remember, you have to stop by Helen's and then to your new Velvet Tower businesses. Well, I could not ever hand over all of those businesses to anyone but you dear. Love you, bye. Click... do do do...]

The line went dead, and I slowly lowered the phone as I reviewed the massive list of corporate entities currently operating under my direct signature. The original commercial footprint of the BBQ House, the regional paper supply business, the national advertising firm, SEG Entertainment, the global Harem-Chat network, and our high-end cosmetics line represented only a tiny fraction of the massive business layout my wife had legally gifted to me the exact morning I graduated. Now, the entire multi-billion-dollar enterprise was fully centralized beneath the sweeping shadow of my newly constructed corporate headquarters, the Velvet Tower.

Victoria had been more than happy to completely dump the exhausting operational management of her old startup companies onto my shoulders, primarily because her primary duties now required her to run the entirety of the Long Clan's massive national business empire.

The luxury vehicle glided smoothly through the heavily guarded iron perimeter gates of the primary Long Clan Estate, the very same historic property where Kimberly and her father used to reside before the purge.

As I looked out at the rolling green lawns, I couldn't help but reflect on how roughly half of my beautiful wives had all systematically relocated to their own distinct ancestral properties due to pressing clan leadership obligations.

This specific living arrangement was an entirely common, highly practical reality when dealing with high-stakes noble marriages of this caliber.

Victoria, Tina, Linda, Helen, Lan, and Ana had all successfully established their own heavily secured private residences completely outside of my main mansion compound in Garden Estates. Consequently, instead of simply changing bedrooms down the hall to balance my time, my weekly routine now required me to actively travel across the city districts to spend the nights at my wives' respective homes. But at the end of the day, the specialized system worked flawlessly for the long-term harmony of my expanding harem, so I was entirely fine with the logistical challenge.

The women still permanently maintained their original, fully furnished personal quarters back at my central mansion, frequently traveling over with their respective toddlers on weekends so all of the kids could play together in the main yard.

The limousine slowed to a final halt near the grand stone portico, and I spotted Victoria and little Ken already waiting anxiously near the bottom steps, signaling that it was officially time for me to step out into the sunlight.