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

Chapter 672: Chapter 672- Arrival at Azure Cloud Sect

Jin Wuchen’s jaw tightened. His hands — clenched into fists at his sides — trembled.

"I wish to offer her to you, Lord Ancestor. Not as a — a vessel for power enhancement. Not as a tool for breakthrough. But as — as a concubine. A formal arrangement. An offering of alliance between the Azure Cloud Sect and — and yourself."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes widened. For the first time since arriving in this world, his expression shifted from boredom to genuine surprise.

"A concubine," he said. "A marriage proposal."

"Yes, Lord Ancestor."

Tianlong stared at him. His mind — sharp, divine, the mind of a being who had lived for millennia — processed the information. Since arriving in the lower realms, every person he had encountered had wanted the same thing: power. The village women wanted cultivation. Madam Xu wanted strength. Madam Fengyan wanted to enslave him. The villagers wanted blessings. Every interaction had been transactional — power for service, qi for submission, cultivation for obedience.

But this — this was different. This man — this peak Golden Core sect leader — was not asking for power. He was offering a woman. A daughter. A formal arrangement. A political alliance. The language was different — refined, aristocratic, carrying the weight of tradition and hierarchy. These were not the brutes and peasants he had been dealing with. These were people who understood power, who understood politics, who understood the art of the deal.

’Interesting.’

’This is new.’

He looked down at Madam Fengyan’s thick, leaking ass. At the cum running down her thighs. At the boulder that held her trapped.

’These people are different. Their words are measured. Their bearing is refined. They understand hierarchy — they kneel, they bow, they offer. They are not demanding power; they are offering value. This is a court. A political court. The kind I haven’t seen since the upper realms.’

’Perhaps this world has more to offer than I thought.’

He nodded. Slowly. The decision made.

"Acceptable," he said.

Jin Wuchen’s head snapped up. His dark eyes — wide, disbelieving — met the gold-crimson gaze.

"Lord Ancestor — you — you accept?"

"I accept your offer," Tianlong said. "Bring your daughter to your sect. I will come. Today."

He snapped his fingers.

The transformation was instantaneous. Divine qi erupted from his body — golden, blazing, the energy condensing around his form. His open dark silk robe sealed — the fabric flowing together, the edges fusing, the garment restructuring itself into a formal immortal’s attire. A crimson rope — woven from condensed qi, the fibers shimmering — formed around his waist, the ends hanging at his side. His dark hair — loose, wild — gathered itself, the strands braiding, the tail secured with a jade band.

He looked — in the space of a heartbeat — like a god. Not a man in an open robe with a wet cock, but a divine being. An immortal. A figure from a mural in a temple, descended from the heavens and walking among mortals.

The energy radiating from him — the Horny God Physique’s pheromones, the divine qi, the golden aura — intensified. The cave blazed. The moss on the floor glowed. The stone walls hummed.

Jin Wuchen trembled. Not from fear — from awe. The being before him was not a man. It was a force of nature given form.

"Take me to your sect," Tianlong said.

He walked toward the cave entrance. He did not look back at Madam Fengyan — still stuck in the rock, her hairy pussy leaking, her thick ass raised, her body trembling. He walked past the kneeling elders, past the sect leader, past the cave mouth, into the golden light of the morning sun.

He rose into the sky.

Jin Wuchen followed. The elders followed. Five streaks of light — and one blazing golden column — shot into the sky, heading west. Toward the Azure Cloud Sect.

Behind them, in the cave, Madam Fengyan sobbed.

"Come back — you BASTARD — COME BACK — LET ME OUT OF THIS ROCK —"

No one came.

The Azure Cloud Sect was in uproar.

Word had spread — through the sect’s communication array, through spiritual sense messages, through the frantic whispers of disciples who had seen the sect leader depart with the elders in formation. An immortal was coming. An ancestor. A being from the upper realms.

The inner court was a hive of activity. Disciples — hundreds of them, from Qi Refining to Core Formation — gathered in the courtyards and on the training platforms, their robes hastily straightened, their faces a mixture of excitement and terror. Decorations were being erected — jade banners, spirit-flower garlands, formation diagrams activated along the main path. The sect’s formation master — a Foundation Establishment elder — was reinforcing the defensive array, not for defense but for display, the glowing diagrams creating a corridor of light along the arrival path.

"An immortal — an actual immortal —"

"I heard he’s from the upper realm — above Nascent Soul —"

"I heard he killed four Golden Core sect leaders with a wave of his hand —"

"I heard he makes women into cultivators — that he — that he couples with them and they break through —"

"Shut your mouth — that’s vulgar — the sect leader will have your tongue —"

"Look — LOOK — in the sky —"

They looked up.

The sky split.

Six streaks of light — five silver-gold, one blazing golden-white — descended from the clouds. The five Azure Cloud Sect members landed first, their feet touching the white jade of the main courtyard, their bodies immediately dropping to one knee. Jin Wuchen landed last of the five, his enormous frame settling into a formal bow.

Tianlong descended.

He did not land. He lowered — slowly, deliberately, his body descending through the air like a god stepping down from a cloud. His formal immortal’s attire — the dark silk robe sealed and tied with the crimson rope, the jade band in his hair — shimmered in the mountain light. His golden qi radiated outward in visible waves, the energy pressing against every disciple, every elder, every building in the sect compound.

The pressure was enormous. Not painful — Tianlong was controlling it — but present. Weighty. The spiritual sense of every cultivator in the sect was brushed by his divine qi, and every one of them — from the Qi Refining juniors to the Core Formation elders — felt their cultivation bases stutter.

He touched the ground. His silk slippers met the white jade. The corridor of formation light — the defensive array, repurposed for display — blazed around him, the diagrams resonating with his qi, the colors shifting from blue to gold.

Silence.

Then — the awed whispers.

"He’s — he’s beautiful —"

"Look at his face — those eyes — gold and red —"

"I’ve never seen — I’ve never — is this what an immortal looks like?"

"He’s — he’s glowing — his skin — it’s like — like gold —"

"His qi — I can feel it — it’s like standing in the sun —"

The female disciples were the most vocal. Their voices — young, breathless, carrying the unmistakable tone of young women seeing a man who transcended every standard of attractiveness they had ever known — whispered through the crowd.

"His shoulders — his chest — the robe can’t hide —"

"Those eyes — gold and crimson — I’ve never seen —"

"He’s — is he married? Does he have a —"

"Fool — he’s an ancestor — a being from the upper realm — you think he’d look at you?"

"I don’t care — let me look — let me LOOK —"

"!— Woah? Is he a god?!"