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

Chapter 682: Chapter 682- Astral Spirit with a Hot Body

"Save me," Lin Feng said. His dark eyes — wet, desperate — found her astral face. "You cannot save me? Why? Why is he so strong?!"

He coughed. The blood — fresh, red — sprayed from his mouth.

"The power boost — the Nascent Soul breakthrough — it was reckless," Lin Feng said, his voice cracking. "I shouldn’t have — it could have destroyed my body — but he — he TOUCHED my woman — he put his mouth on her — her —" His fists pounded the stone floor. "HOW DARE HE — I will kill that bastard — I will KILL him —"

The ring spirit — the woman in the astral bikini — looked down at him. Her beautiful face held an expression that was — complicated. Frustration. Concern. And beneath it — calculation. The cold, assessing gaze of a being who was evaluating her investment.

’He’s an idiot. A reckless, emotional, immature idiot. But I need him. His body is the only one in this lower realm that can host the Soul Art. Without him, I cannot regain my physical form. I am trapped in this ring, feeding on the ambient qi of this backwater world, growing weaker by the decade. I need his body. I need him to claim the princess’s Fate Value. I need him to ascend.’

’But this ancestor — this being from the upper realm — his power is —’

"Lin Feng," she said, her husky voice carrying a careful, measured tone. "I thought he was just from the upper realm. A visitor. A tourist. However — he is from —"

She stopped. Her astral body — translucent, shimmering — went rigid. Her beautiful face went white. Her amethyst eyes widened.

"I need to leave," she said. The words were urgent. Sharp. The tone of a woman who had just sensed something that terrified her.

She vanished. The astral form dissolved into purple light, the energy retracting into the ring. The glow faded.

Then — the voice came. Not from the ring. Not from the astral form. From outside the cell. From beyond the formation-reinforced walls.

"It’s a very good thing that I get to meet you, Lin Feng."

The voice was male. Calm. Conversational. Carrying a thread of divine qi that passed through the formation diagrams — through the spiritual suppression — as though they didn’t exist.

"YOU BASTARD!" Lin Feng screamed. He lunged — his body launching from the floor, his fists extended, his Core Formation qi blazing. He hit the cell door. The formation diagrams — the spiritual suppression array — activated. The energy hit him like a wall. His body was thrown back — across the cell, into the far wall. The impact cracked the stone. He fell. Blood — from his mouth, his nose — sprayed.

"COUGH — COUGH —"

He lifted his head. His dark eyes — wet, furious — found the source of the voice.

Tianlong stood outside the cell. Beyond the formation-reinforced bars.

He was naked.

Completely, absolutely naked. His golden body — the muscles, the defined abdominals, the broad chest — gleamed in the dungeon’s dim light. His dark hair — loose, the jade band gone — fell across his shoulders. His gold-crimson eyes — bright, glowing, the divine qi radiating from them visible in the dark — looked through the bars at Lin Feng.

His cock — twelve inches, soft, hanging between his thighs — swayed with his movement. The shaft — pale, thick — was slick. Wet. The remnants of arousal — Jin Yuhan’s arousal, her virgin juices — glistened on the surface.

Lin Feng’s dark eyes went wide. His mouth opened.

"What?" he said. His voice was incredulous. "What are you doing here? And — naked? Why are you —"

Tianlong laughed. The sound was low. Warm. Genuine. The laugh of a man who found a situation amusing rather than threatening.

"I just came from fucking your woman," he said. His voice was casual. Conversational. The tone of a man discussing the weather. "She was delicious. And tight. A virgin — you knew that, didn’t you? You were saving her. For the Fate Value."

The color drained from Lin Feng’s face. His dark eyes — already wide — went wider. His mouth opened. No sound came out.

Then — the explosion.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Lin Feng screamed. His voice tore through the dungeon — raw, broken, the sound of a man whose sanity was cracking. His Core Formation qi surged — the golden core spinning, the energy building. His body convulsed. The blood — from his mouth, his nose, his ears — flowed fresh.

"COUGH — COUGH — COUGH —"

His body collapsed. The qi surge — too much for his damaged meridians — backfired. He hit the floor. His dark eyes rolled. His body convulsed.

The ring glowed.

"Wait — Lin Feng — you will die at this rate —" The astral woman’s voice — urgent, panicked — came from the ring.

"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH!" Lin Feng screamed. His voice — ragged, blood-choked — tore through the cell. "I will kill that bastard — I will — MASTER — GIVE ME —"

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found the ring. His gaze — sharp, penetrating, the divine qi extending through the bronze band — found the astral form inside.

"Did you choose this guy," Tianlong said, his voice addressing the ring, "to regain your astral body?"

The ring’s glow intensified. The astral woman materialized — hovering above Lin Feng’s convulsing body, her translucent form shimmering. Her beautiful face — sharp-featured, amethyst-eyed — went white. Her enormous tits — barely contained by the purple bikini — heaved. Her wide hips trembled.

She looked at Tianlong. At the naked, golden-skinned being standing beyond the bars. At his gold-crimson eyes — eyes that saw through her astral form, through the ring, through the very essence of her being.

And she felt it. The power. The absolute, overwhelming, transcendent power radiating from his body. Not just upper realm. Not just ancestor. Something — more. Something that made her three-thousand-year existence feel like a candle before a sun.

Her astral body would be destroyed. Instantly. If he wanted. With a thought. Without effort.

Her face — composed, beautiful, the mask of a three-thousand-year-old spirit — crumbled.

"Senior brother," she said. Her husky voice was trembling. The title — formal, respectful, the address of a junior cultivator to a senior — was instinctive. "I was just trying to favor this disciple in hope to regain my body. I meant no —"

"Just a body?" Tianlong said.

He snapped his fingers.

The effect was — extraordinary. A massive amount of vitality — condensed, pure, the essence of divine qi — poured from his hand. Through the bars, through the formation diagrams, through the ring’s surface. Into the astral woman’s form.

Her body blazed. The purple astral light intensified — the translucence decreasing, the solidity increasing. Her enormous tits — heavy, round — became more defined. The nipples — large, dark — became solid. Her waist firmed. Her hips solidified. Her legs — long, shapely — gained substance. Her amethyst hair — deep, rich — thickened. Her face — beautiful, sharp-featured — gained color.

She gasped. The sound — the first full, physical breath she had taken in centuries — was ragged. Her chest heaved. Her enormous tits — now nearly solid — swayed with the motion.

’This qi — this vitality — it’s — it’s enough — just a little more — and I would — I would regain —’

He stopped.

The flow ceased. Her body — halfway between astral and physical — remained in that state. More solid than before. More present. But not complete. Not physical. Not free.

She looked at him. Her amethyst eyes — wide, desperate — found his gold-crimson ones.

"Senior," she said. Her voice was trembling. "Senior, this — this is — please — just a little more — I would —"