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

Chapter 683: Chapter 683 - A Confession of Truth at the Wrong Time

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes moved from her to Lin Feng. The broken man lay on the floor, his dark eyes — wet, furious, desperate — looking up at the being who had just given his master more power in a heartbeat than she had gained in centuries.

"Why not come to this side?" Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Addressing Lin Feng. "I would help you."

"YOU BASTARD!" Lin Feng screamed. His body convulsed on the floor. "Do you want to even take her away from me? You — you take my woman — you take my master — you —"

He yelled the ring spirit’s name. The name — the true name, the name from the upper realm — tore from his throat.

The astral woman flinched. Her beautiful face — halfway between astral and physical — contorted. Her amethyst eyes widened. She looked at Lin Feng. At the possessive, desperate, furious tone. At the way he said her name — not with respect, not with deference, but with ownership. With the tone of a man who considered her his property.

’He — he called my name — in front of the senior — he — does he not understand — the senior is — the senior could destroy us both with a —’

’And he — he called me as if I belong to him — as if I am his — his servant — his tool —’

’This — this boy — this immature, reckless, emotional boy — is this who I attached myself to? Is this the vessel I chose?’

’He doesn’t see me as a partner. He sees me as a resource. Just like the princess. Just like everything else. He is — he is a parasite. A parasite wearing a dead boy’s body. And I — I am a parasite attached to a parasite.’

Tianlong watched the realization cross the astral woman’s face. He smiled.

Then — the sound. From outside the dungeon. From the corridor that led from the cells to the sect above. The sound of footsteps. Light. Delicate. The footsteps of a woman in silk slippers.

Tianlong turned. His gold-crimson eyes — still glowing in the dungeon’s dark — found the source.

Jin Yuhan stood at the entrance to the dungeon corridor.

She was — modified. Her torn robes had been partially rearranged — the outer layer gone, the inner layers pulled closed over her chest, the silk held by a makeshift knot at her waist. Her right breast — the bitten one — was covered, but the pink nipple was visible through the thin fabric. Her obsidian hair — loose, tangled — hung around her face. Her porcelain face was — stained with tears. Her dark eyes were red. Her coral lips were swollen — from crying, from the kiss.

She had followed him. Down the stairs, through the corridors, to the dungeon. She had heard the voices. She had heard Lin Feng’s screams. She had heard Tianlong’s casual confession — "I just came from fucking your woman."

She had come to see.

Her dark eyes — wet, wide — found Lin Feng. Found the broken man on the cell floor. Found his dark eyes — wet, furious, desperate — looking at her through the bars.

"Yuhan —" Lin Feng’s voice cracked. "Yuhan — please — he’s lying — he’s —"

"Shen Wuji," Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Conversational. He stood between the princess and the cell, his naked body golden in the dim light, his cock hanging between his thighs. "Tell her your real name. Tell her who you are. Tell her what you did to Lin Feng."

Lin Feng’s — Shen Wuji’s — face went white. His dark eyes — wide, terrified — found Tianlong’s.

"How — how do you —"

"Tell her," Tianlong said. "It’s a Command."

[ Activating absolute Domain. ]

ALERT!

[ Law of World is Tearing Apart. ]

The silence was — absolute. The dungeon’s damp air hung. The oil lamp flickered. The astral woman — hovering, halfway between forms — was motionless. Jin Yuhan — standing in the corridor, her dark eyes fixed on the cell — was trembling.

Shen Wuji’s mouth opened. The words — the truth, the confession, the thing he had hidden for twelve years — fought to emerge. His jaw clenched. His fists pounded the floor.

"I AM SHEN WUJI!" The words tore from his throat — raw, furious, the scream of a man whose secret had been ripped from him. "I am the strongest soul cultivator of the upper realm! I killed Lin Feng twelve years ago! I took his body! I — I needed a vessel! The boy was weak! He was convenient! He fell from a cliff and I — I took his body before he died!"

Jin Yuhan’s slender body — already trembling — went rigid. Her dark eyes — wide, the pupils dilated — were fixed on the cell. On the man — the thing — wearing the face of her childhood friend.

"You —" she whispered. Her voice was — gone. The refined, delicate, aristocratic voice of the princess was gone. What remained was a breath. A whisper. The sound of a world collapsing. "You killed him."

"YES!" Shen Wuji screamed. The confession — unleashed, uncontrollable, the dam broken — poured from him. "I killed him! He was nothing! A weak mortal boy! And I needed — I needed your Fate Value! Your bloodline! The Azure Dragon Marrow! I needed it to rebuild my body! To ascend! You were — you were my cauldron! My vessel! I was going to fuck you and take your Fate Value and leave this — this backwater world behind!"

The words echoed through the dungeon. Each one — a knife. Each confession — a wound. Each truth — a destruction.

Jin Yuhan’s face crumbled. Not the composed, aristocratic crumbling of a princess. The raw, ugly, devastating collapse of a woman whose entire emotional foundation — her love, her trust, her identity — was being demolished in real-time.

"You — you were going to —" she whispered. "My — my love — you —"

"LOVE?" Shen Wuji laughed. The sound was bitter. Mad. The laughter of a man who had lost control. "There is no love! There is no love in cultivation! There is only power! Only Fate Value! Only the Dao! You were a resource! A battery! I was going to fuck you, drain your Fate Value, and ascend! That’s all! That’s ALL you were!"

[ Deactivating Absolute Domain before this world disintegrates.]

His voice cracked. His dark eyes — wild, the pupils dilated, the madness of a cornered animal — found Jin Yuhan’s face. Found the tears. Found the crumbled expression. Found the devastation.

And for a heartbeat — just a heartbeat — something flickered in those eyes. Not the predator’s calculation. Not the possessor’s ownership. Something — smaller. Something that might have been — regret.

Then it was gone.

"You BITCH!" he screamed. "You — how dare you — you were supposed to be MINE — my cauldron — my — you STUPID girl — you couldn’t even —"

He stopped. His mouth clamped shut. His dark eyes widened.

The astral woman — the ring spirit — had moved. She had been trying to cover his mouth. To silence him. To stop the confession. But she was too late. Too slow. Too bound to a vessel that was destroying itself.

Jin Yuhan stood in the corridor. Her slender body was motionless. Her dark eyes — wet, empty, the light gone — stared through the bars at the man she had loved. At the thing that had worn his face. At the parasite that had fed on her trust for twelve years.

She fell. Not fainting — her legs gave out. Her knees hit the stone floor. Her hands — small, pale — covered her mouth. The sobs — huge, heaving, the sounds of a woman being torn apart from the inside — filled the dungeon.

"You killed him," she whispered. "You killed Lin Feng. You — you took his body. You — you were going to —"

"YUHAN —" Shen Wuji’s voice changed. The fury collapsed. The desperation surfaced. "Yuhan, please — I — I didn’t mean — listen to me — I can explain — I —"