Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

Chapter 670: Chapter 670- An Audience to a Pervert?

Pah. Pah. PAAH.

"HNNGH~!!" The moan that followed was guttural. Involuntary. The sound of a woman’s body responding to stimulation that her mind had not consented to.

Jin Wuchen’s dark eyes widened. The elders stopped. They looked at each other — at the cave entrance, at the golden light pouring from it, at the sounds emerging from within.

"He is — he is in the act," Elder Biyu whispered. Her sharp face was crimson. "Right now. As we stand here."

"We should wait," Elder Suwen said, her kind face averted. "We should not intrude upon —"

"Nonsense," Jin Wuchen said. His deep voice was strained. "We did not travel three hundred li to stand outside a cave. We approach. Now."

He walked toward the cave. His enormous frame filled the entrance. His dark eyes adjusted to the interior light — the golden glow that emanated from the stone walls, illuminating the space within.

He saw.

The cave was larger inside than the entrance suggested — a natural chamber, roughly circular, the ceiling high enough to stand. The floor was covered in moss and dry leaves. At the far end, a formation array was carved into the stone — glowing, active, the diagrams pulsing with divine qi.

In the center of the chamber, there was a rock.

Not a natural rock — a shaped one. A boulder, roughly waist-high, with a hole carved through its center. The hole was smooth, rounded, clearly created by spiritual energy rather than tools. The diameter was — generous. Wide enough for a woman’s body.

A woman was stuck in the rock.

Her upper body — from the waist up — protruded from one side of the boulder. Her lower body — from the waist down — protruded from the other side. She was bent at the waist, her spine curved, her body folded through the stone like a letter through a mailbox. Her arms were bound behind her back — silk sashes, knotted tight, the fabric cutting into her wrists. Her robes — what remained of them — were torn, bunched around her waist, the upper portion hanging from her shoulders, the lower portion pushed up around her hips.

Her legs were visible from the other side of the boulder. She was wearing heels — spirit-forged combat heels, the kind used by female cultivators for aerial combat, the stilettos thin and sharp, the footbed engraved with wind-aspect formation diagrams. Her legs were long, toned, the skin pale and smooth, the muscles defined. Her hips were wide, curved, the flesh full and round. Her dress — a formal sect leader’s robe, torn and bunched — was pushed up around her waist, exposing her lower body completely. Her panty — silk, expensive, dark red — was pulled down to her thighs, the fabric stretched between her legs.

Tianlong stood behind her. His dark silk robe was open, hanging from his shoulders, his golden body gleaming in the cave’s golden light. His cock — twelve inches, hard, the shaft pale and thick, the head dark crimson — was buried in her pussy. His hands gripped her wide hips, his pale fingers sinking into the pale flesh, the skin deforming under his grip. He was fucking her.

He was looking down at his cock as it moved in and out of her — watching the shaft spread her hairy cunt, the lips pulled taut, the pink interior visible at the margins, the dark pubic hair matted with arousal and cum. His hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm — not the brutal pounding he had administered to the village women, but a steady, possessive, unhurried pace. As though he had all the time in the world.

Pah. Pah. PAAH.

"Please — stop — bastard —" The woman’s voice came from the other side of the boulder, her face hidden, her words broken by gasps and moans. "I cannot — my lower body is numb — you have been at this for — I don’t know how long — please —"

Tianlong hadn’t noticed the men at the cave entrance. His gold-crimson eyes were half-closed, his attention on the woman’s cunt — on the feel of her walls gripping him, on the divine qi flowing through their joined bodies, on the sensation of her mature, experienced pussy clenching around his shaft in involuntary pulses.

He pulled out.

The withdrawal was slow, deliberate — the shaft pulling her cunt walls with it, the suction audible, the ’schlorp’ echoing in the cave. Her hairy pussy gaped — the swollen lips parted, the pink interior visible, the entrance stretched and leaking. The cum — thick, white, divine — poured from her gaping entrance, running down her thick thighs, dripping onto the moss.

His cock — slick with her arousal and his cum — hung between his thighs, the shaft wet, the head dripping. He slapped it against her ass — the thick, pale cock smacking her pale, thick cheek, the sound sharp, the impact leaving a wet mark on her skin. He slapped again. And again. Cleaning his cock on her ass, the cum and arousal smearing across her thick cheeks.

"Clean enough," he said. His voice was casual. Conversational.

Then he looked up.

His gold-crimson eyes found the five men standing at the cave entrance. His gaze was flat. Unbothered. The expression of a man who had been interrupted during a meal and was mildly annoyed rather than embarrassed.

Jin Wuchen stared. His dark eyes — wide, the pupils dilated — were fixed on the scene before him. On the woman — on her thick, pale ass, raised and spread, her hairy pussy gaping and leaking cum, her panty stretched between her thighs, her heels still on, her body bent through the rock. On the ancestor — on his golden body, his open robe, his wet cock, his calm expression.

The elders stared. Elder Biyu’s sharp face had gone from crimson to white. Elder Hanlin’s white beard was trembling. Elder Suwen had covered her mouth with her hand. Elder Tianqing looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world.

Tianlong looked at them. At their robes — the jade-green and white of a major sect, the embroidery, the formation diagrams. At their cultivation bases — Golden Core, all of them. At the largest man — the sect leader, his peak Golden Core energy radiating outward, his enormous frame filling the cave entrance.

"What happened?" Tianlong said. His voice was flat. The question carried a thread of divine qi that pressed against the five men’s chests.

All five of them — the sect leader, the four elders — dropped to their knees. Their foreheads hit the stone floor. The impact echoed. Their bodies trembled.

"Greetings, Lord Ancestor," Jin Wuchen said. His deep voice was strained — controlled, but barely. The voice of a man forcing composure through sheer willpower. "This one is Jin Wuchen, Sect Leader of the Azure Cloud Sect. These are the elders of my sect — Biyu, Hanlin, Suwen, and Tianqing. We have traveled from the central mountains to — to seek an audience with you."

"An audience," Tianlong repeated. His voice was bored. He looked down at the woman’s ass — at the thick, pale cheeks, the hairy, leaking pussy, the stretched panty. He placed his cock against her anal — the broad, wet head pressing against the tight, pink entrance.

"No — not that hole —" The woman’s voice came from the other side of the boulder, sharp, desperate. "You already — you already did that — please — my —"