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

Chapter 674: Chapter 674- Face Slapping the Simp

’How cute.’

Jin Wuchen noticed. The sect leader’s dark eyes — already strained from the "virgin" comment — found Lin Feng’s glare. His face darkened.

"Lin Feng!" Jin Wuchen’s deep voice thundered across the courtyard. "What is the meaning of this? Do you know whom you are glaring at? That is the Lord Ancestor! A being from the upper realms! Show respect!"

Lin Feng didn’t move. His dark eyes stayed locked on Tianlong. His killing intent intensified — the Core Formation qi flaring, the golden core spinning, his spiritual sense pressing outward.

Tianlong looked at him. Their eyes met — gold-crimson and dark. The ancestor and the possessor. The god and the pretender.

"It’s fine," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Unbothered. "The young man has spirit. We can discuss his attitude later."

He paused. His gold-crimson eyes moved from Lin Feng to Jin Wuchen.

"Change the venue," he said. "I would like to sit."

The Hall of Ascending Clouds had been rearranged.

The circular chamber — with its domed ceiling and painted murals — had been reconfigured for the audience. The sect leader’s chair remained at the raised platform, but a second chair — larger, more ornate, carved from spirit-wood and inlaid with jade — had been placed beside it. The ancestor’s chair. Below the platform, the elders sat in their customary positions. Behind them, ranking disciples stood in rows.

Tianlong sat in the ancestor’s chair. His formal immortal’s attire — dark silk, crimson rope, jade band — shimmered in the hall’s light. His gold-crimson eyes swept the room. His divine qi radiated outward — controlled, measured, but present. Every person in the hall felt it.

Jin Wuchen sat beside him. The sect leader’s enormous frame was rigid in his chair, his dark eyes forward, his jaw set. His hands rested on the armrests, the knuckles white.

Jin Yuhan stood beside Tianlong’s chair. Her layered robes were immaculate. Her porcelain face was composed. Her dark eyes were downcast. Her hands — folded before her — were steady. The tremble from the courtyard had been suppressed.

Lin Feng stood at the center of the hall.

He had been summoned — not asked. The sect leader’s command, delivered through an elder, had been clear: present yourself in the Hall of Ascending Clouds. Lin Feng had obeyed. His blue disciple’s robe was neat. His dark hair was tied in its high tail. His handsome face was composed — barely. The jaw was still clenched. The dark eyes still burned.

The elders observed. Their faces — arranged in a careful mask of neutrality — watched the young disciple standing at the center of the hall, his killing intent barely suppressed, his eyes fixed on the ancestor who sat beside the sect leader, beside the princess.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Lin Feng’s voice exploded. The word tore through the hall — raw, unrefined, the aristocratic composure of the Azure Cloud Sect shattered by the tone of a man who had abandoned pretense. "You are handing over the Princess — handing over Yuhan — to THIS — this PERVERT BASTARD!"

The hall erupted.

"LIN FENG!" Jin Wuchen’s deep voice thundered. The sect leader stood — his enormous frame rising from the chair, his peak Golden Core energy radiating outward in waves. "You forget yourself! This is the Lord Ancestor! You will —"

"YOUR DAUGHTER IS BEING GIVEN TO A MAN WHO FUCKS VILLAGE WOMEN THROUGH ROCKS!" Lin Feng roared. His Core Formation qi blazed — the golden core spinning, the energy erupting from his body, his spiritual pressure pressing against the hall’s defensive formations. "AND YOU — YOU CALL ME DISRESPECTFUL?"

Elder Biyu’s sharp voice cut through. "Lin Feng! Control yourself! You are a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect! Your behavior is —"

"Behavior?" Lin Feng’s voice cracked. His dark eyes were wet. His handsome face was contorted — grief, fury, desperation. "You want me to show behavior while the woman I — while the Princess is being handed to —"

Elder Hanlin’s old voice trembled. "The boy has — has feelings for the Princess? This is — this is highly irregular —"

"Irregular?" Elder Tianqing said. "It is forbidden! Disciples are not permitted to — to form attachments to the sect leader’s family! This is —"

"ENOUGH!" Jin Wuchen’s voice silenced the hall. The sect leader’s peak Golden Core energy pressed down — not on Tianlong, but on Lin Feng. The pressure drove the young man to one knee, his body buckling, his Core Formation qi resisting but unable to overcome the gap between mid-stage Core Formation and peak Golden Core.

Lin Feng knelt. But his dark eyes — burning, furious, unyielding — stayed fixed on Tianlong.

Tianlong sat in his chair. His gold-crimson eyes observed. His expression was — calm. Amused. The expression of a being who had seen this scene play out in a thousand worlds, with a thousand Lin Fengs, and found it entertaining every time.

’He loves her. Or pretends to. The system flagged an external attachment. The Fate Value —’

A system window popped.

|| [ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]||

|| Fate Value fluctuation detected.||

|| Current Fate Value: 1,000,000 (baseline)||

|| Hostile entity detected: "Lin Feng"||

|| Entity carries residual Fate Value from upper realm transfer.||

|| Entity’s true identity: Shen Wuji (Reincarnated Soul)||

|| Entity’s objective: Claim heroine’s Fate Value to ascend.||

|| Entity’s master: Ring Spirit (sealed, formerly upper realm).||

|| WARNING: Entity’s Fate Value is parasitic. If entity claims heroine’s maidenhood, 8,470,000 Fate Value will transfer to entity, not to host.||

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes narrowed. His mouth curved.

’So. This world has its own version. Its own "son-in-law." Its own system. Its own parasitic entity, wearing a borrowed body, cultivating a woman’s love, planning to harvest her Fate Value.’

’The difference is — in my world, the son-in-law had more power. Here, this one is weak. Core Formation, mid-stage. With a sealed ring spirit for a master. Reincarnated from the upper realm, stuck in a mortal body, planning to use the princess to ascend.’

’Heh.’

’He called me a bastard. Let’s see how he handles this.’

Tianlong raised his hand. A single, casual gesture. The spiritual pressure in the hall shifted — not increased, but redirected. Lin Feng — still on one knee, still glaring — was released from Jin Wuchen’s pressure.

"I will handle this," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Conversational. "Young man, if you have a grievance, challenge me. Formally. In the arena."

Lin Feng’s dark eyes widened. Then narrowed. The fury on his handsome face shifted — calculated. The predator beneath the lover’s mask surfacing for a heartbeat.

"Challenge accepted," Lin Feng said. His voice was tight. Controlled.

"Then let us proceed to the —"

"No need," Tianlong said. He waved his hand. "Here. Now. Clear the floor."

The hall shifted. The elders’ chairs were moved to the sides. The disciples pressed against the walls. The center of the Hall of Ascending Clouds — a circular space, thirty meters in diameter — was cleared. The formation diagrams on the floor — the sect’s defensive array — glowed faintly.

Lin Feng stepped to the center. His blue robe settled around his lean body. His Core Formation qi circulated — the golden core spinning, the energy building. His dark eyes were fixed on Tianlong.

Tianlong remained seated.

"Well?" he said. "Are you coming or not?"

Lin Feng’s jaw clenched. He launched.

His body shot forward — Core Formation speed, the movement a blur to the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples, barely visible to the Core Formation elders. His right fist extended — a punch reinforced with condensed qi, the energy forming a blade around his knuckles, the technique a killing move.

Tianlong raised his hand. One finger. He caught the fist.