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

Chapter 671: Chapter 671- A Marriage Proposal for Tianlong?

He pushed inside. Her anal swallowed the head — the tight ring of muscle stretching, the sphincter clenching, the walls parting. He drove deeper — inch by inch, the thick shaft spreading her anal canal, the friction burning.

"AAANGH~!!" Her moan — higher, sharper, the sound of a woman being penetrated in a place that was not designed for this — echoed through the cave.

"So," Tianlong said, his voice calm, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her anal. "The Azure Cloud Sect. What do you want?"

Pah. Pah.

"Lord Ancestor," Jin Wuchen said, his forehead still on the ground. "We come with respect. With reverence. Our sect was founded eight hundred years ago by the Ascended Patriarch Jin Yunxuan, who achieved the Great Vehicle Realm and ascended to the upper realms. We have maintained the orthodox traditions of cultivation — discipline, purity, and the pursuit of the Dao — for eight centuries. We — we have heard of your arrival in the lower realms. Of your — your method of elevating cultivators. We wished to — to pay our respects."

Tianlong’s hips moved. Slow. Deliberate. His cock pulled back — the shaft emerging, the anal ring gripping — and pushed forward. The flesh slapped. The woman’s thick body shuddered.

Pah.

"Respects," Tianlong said. He didn’t look at them. His gold-crimson eyes were on the woman’s ass — on the pale, thick cheeks, the way they deformed around his pelvis, the way her anal gripped his shaft. "Is that what you came three hundred li to say?"

Pah.

"Lord Ancestor," Elder Biyu said, her sharp voice trembling despite her composure. "We come also to — to discuss matters of mutual interest. The spiritual energy of the eastern region has been — has been affected by your presence. The natural qi is fluctuating. The breakthroughs — the pillars of light — they have been observed from our sect. We wished to understand your — your intentions."

Tianlong pulled his cock from the woman’s anal. The head emerged with a wet ’pop’, the anal ring gaping, the pink interior visible. He repositioned — his cock pressing against her pussy, the head sliding between her hairy, swollen lips, the entrance parting. He pushed inside.

PAAH.

"AAANGH~!!"

He fucked her pussy. Slowly. His hips moving in the same deliberate rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her hairy cunt, the shaft slick with cum and arousal. His hands rested on her hips, his pale fingers on her pale skin.

"What do you want from me?" Tianlong said. His voice was flat. Bored. The tone of a man who had been asked the same question by every person he had met since arriving in this world and was tired of the answer always being the same.

Jin Wuchen raised his head. His dark eyes — carefully kept away from the woman’s exposed body, from the ancestor’s moving hips — met the gold-crimson gaze.

"Lord Ancestor," he said. "Why are you wasting your time with — with these women? Commoner women. Village women. Women of no standing, no bloodline, no spiritual constitution. Women who — forgive me — are not worthy of your attention."

The woman’s voice — from the other side of the boulder — erupted.

"UGLY?!" The word was a scream. Not a moan — a scream of pure, offended fury. "You BASTARD — you dare call me —"

The energy that erupted from her body was staggering.

Jin Wuchen’s eyes widened. His peak Golden Core cultivation base — the highest in the central region — recoiled. The spiritual pressure that radiated from the woman stuck in the rock was — it was —

’Peak Golden Core.’

’This woman — this woman being fucked through a rock — is a peak Golden Core cultivator.’

’That spiritual pressure — that energy signature — I recognize it. I have felt it before. On the battlefield. At the sect summit. That is —’

His face went white.

"That is — that is Madam Fengyan," he whispered. "The Sect Leader of the Phoenix Tribe Sect."

The elders’ heads snapped up. Their eyes — wide, terrified — turned to the woman’s exposed lower body. To the thick, pale ass, the hairy, leaking pussy, the stretched panty, the combat heels. To the energy signature that radiated from her body — peak Golden Core, the same realm as Jin Wuchen himself, the leader of one of the three major sects in the central region.

"Madam Fengyan —" Elder Hanlin breathed. "The Phoenix Empress —"

Tianlong’s hips stopped moving. His cock was buried in her cunt — twelve inches, fully inside, his pelvis pressed against her thick ass. He looked at Jin Wuchen. At the shock on the sect leader’s face.

"This woman," Tianlong said, his voice casual, "arrived here yesterday. Told me she wanted to fight me. Enslave me. Make me her subordinate. Threatened to burn my sect to the ground." He slapped her ass — the pale flesh rippling, the cheek deforming. "So I tied her up. Put her through the rock. And I’ve been educating her."

Pah.

"AAANGH~!!"

"Since yesterday?" Elder Suwen whispered, her kind face pale.

"Since yesterday," Tianlong confirmed. "She’s resilient. Peak Golden Core. Her body can take more than the mortal women." He slapped her ass again. "But her mouth is still disobedient."

"You — you BASTARD —" Madam Fengyan’s voice came from the other side, shaking with fury and exhaustion. "When I get free — I will — I will burn you to —"

PAAH!

He slammed into her. Hard. One thrust — the full twelve inches, the impact driving her body forward, the boulder shaking, her thick ass clapping against his pelvis. Her words dissolved into a scream.

"AAANGH~!!!"

"You were saying?" Tianlong said.

Silence. Then — a sob. A broken, exhausted sob from the other side of the rock.

Jin Wuchen processed. His mind — sharp, calculating, the mind of a man who had led a sect for forty years — worked rapidly. The Phoenix Tribe Sect was his rival. Madam Fengyan was his peer — a peak Golden Core cultivator, a woman of enormous pride and power. And she was — she was stuck in a rock, her hairy pussy and anal gaping, leaking the ancestor’s cum, her body marked with the signs of prolonged use, her cultivation base intact but her body broken.

’The ancestor defeated her. Captured her. And has been using her for — for an entire day. A peak Golden Core cultivator. Reduced to — to this.’

’What chance do I have? What chance does any of us have?’

He kept his forehead on the ground. His voice — when it came — was steady, controlled, aristocratic.

"Lord Ancestor," he said. "We — we did not know that Madam Fengyan had — had encountered you. We apologize for the interruption. We will withdraw and —"

"Don’t leave," Tianlong said. He pulled out of Madam Fengyan’s cunt. The cum poured — thick, white, running down her thick thighs. He slapped his cock on her ass — cleaning the shaft, the wet ’smack’ echoing. "You said you came to discuss something. Discuss."

Jin Wuchen swallowed. His enormous frame trembled — barely, imperceptibly, but the elders beside him felt it.

"Lord Ancestor," he said. "I — I have a daughter."

Tianlong paused. His cock — still wet, still hanging between his thighs — stopped its idle slapping against Madam Fengyan’s ass. His gold-crimson eyes found Jin Wuchen’s.

"A daughter," he repeated.

"Yes, Lord Ancestor. Jin Yuhan. The Jade Pearl of the Azure Cloud Sect. Her cultivation is Core Formation, late stage. Her bloodline carries the Azure Dragon Marrow — a rare spiritual constitution. She is — she is considered the most beautiful woman in the central region."

"And?"