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

Chapter 686: Chapter 686- The Loss of a Son of Heaven

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]

FATE VALUE TRANSFER COMPLETE.

Heroine: Jin Yuhan

Maidenhood: Claimed by Host.

Fate Value transferred: 8,470,000

Host Fate Value: 1,047,000 → 9,517,000

Parasitic entity "Shen Wuji" — Fate Value: 0

Entity status: NEUTRALIZED.

Azure Dragon Marrow resonance: ACTIVE.

Heroine attachment: "Lin Feng" → NULLIFIED. New primary attachment: HOST.

The golden light blazed. Not from a pillar — from her body. From her dantian. From the junction of their bodies. The Core Formation energy — late stage — surged. The Azure Dragon Marrow activated fully, the spiritual constitution responding to the divine qi in his seed, in his cock, in the contact.

Her cultivation base — already at Core Formation, late stage — pulsed. Golden Core peak. The bottleneck — the barrier that had held her back, that would have taken decades of meditation to breach — shattered.

Golden Core peak. Nascent Soul.

The breakthrough — instantaneous, the divine qi providing the energy, the Azure Dragon Marrow providing the conduit — hit. Her dantian detonated. The golden core dissolved. The Nascent Soul formed — a spiritual entity, the condensed essence of her cultivation, taking shape in her lower abdomen alongside the cock that was still buried in her womb.

The dungeon blazed with golden light. The formation diagrams — the spiritual suppression array — shattered. The cell bars cracked. The walls trembled.

Shen Wuji — in the cell, his dark eyes wide, his face bloodied — watched. Watched the woman he had planned to harvest break through to a realm he had never achieved. Watched her body — the body he had considered his property — glow with the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Watched the golden light pour from her skin, from her pussy, from the cock inside her.

"NO —" he whispered. His voice was gone. His dark eyes were wet. His fists — bloodied from pounding the bars — hung at his sides. "No — that was — that was mine — my Fate Value — my —"

"YOURS?" Jin Yuhan’s voice — raw, broken, transformed by the breakthrough, the Nascent Soul energy amplifying her words — cut through the dungeon. Her dark eyes — wet, blazing, the golden light reflected in them — found his face through the bars. "Nothing was yours. Nothing was EVER yours."

Tianlong’s hips moved.

PAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

He fucked her. Against the cell bars. Her back pressed against the cold iron. Her breasts — both bare, the pink nipples stiff — mashed against his chest. Her legs — wrapped around his waist — tightened. Her pussy — virgin no more, the blood and arousal mixing — was stretched around his shaft.

PAH! PAH! PAAH!

"HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!! OUNGH~!!"

The sounds — the flesh slapping, the moaning, the wet, obscene noise of a cock driving into a freshly deflowered pussy — filled the dungeon. Echoed off the stone walls. Reached Shen Wuji’s ears through the bars.

He watched. His dark eyes — wet, empty, the madness receding into something worse — saw everything. Every thrust. Every moan. Every ripple of her slender body. Every bulge of her belly.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" he screamed. The words — the last words, the desperate, empty, meaningless words of a man who had lost everything — echoed through the dungeon and faded.

PAAH! PAAH! PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! HNNNGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

"HAAIYAANGH~!! NIEENGH~!! AAANGH~!!"

The golden light blazed. The dungeon shook. The Nascent Soul energy — Jin Yuhan’s, newly formed, blazing — radiated outward.

And the sound of flesh on flesh, of moans and screams, of a god fucking a princess in front of the man who had planned to harvest her — filled the dark.

Her face was a portrait of ruin.

Jin Yuhan’s porcelain features — the delicate, aristocratic beauty that had earned her the title of Jade Pearl — were contorted beyond recognition. Her dark eyes were squeezed shut, the lashes clumped with tears, the corners red and raw. Her coral lips — the color of pink coral, usually pressed in composed dignity — were parted wide, the lower lip trembling, the upper lip pulled back in a grimace of pain. Her porcelain cheeks were flushed — not with arousal, not yet, but with the sheer physical agony of a body being forced open.

"Please —" she gasped. Her refined voice — the aristocratic register, the delicate tones of a princess — was shattered. What came out was a breathless, broken whisper. "Please — slow — slow down — I can’t — it’s too —"

Twelve inches. The full, divine, twelve-inch cock was buried inside her. Her slender body — pressed against the cold iron bars of the dungeon cell, her legs wrapped around Tianlong’s waist — was impaled. Her belly — flat, pale, the skin smooth — was distended. The outline of his cock was visible through her lower abdomen, the shaft creating a ridge from her pussy to past her navel, the shape unmistakable. The skin around her navel was stretched taut, the bulge pulsing with each heartbeat.

Her pussy — virgin minutes ago, the hymen torn, the blood still flowing — was stretched around his girth. The thin, pink lips — delicate, the inner walls visible at the margins — were pulled taut, the flesh white from the strain. The blood — thin, red, mixing with her involuntary arousal — ran down Tianlong’s shaft, pooling at the base, dripping onto the stone floor.

"AAAH —" Her back arched. Her small, pale hands — gripping his shoulders, the jade-lacquered nails digging into his golden skin — tightened. The pain — the searing, tearing, overwhelming pain of virgin flesh being forced to accommodate something it was never designed to take — radiated through her lower body. Her thighs — long, pale, toned — trembled violently around his waist.

’It hurts — it hurts — it’s too big — he’s too deep — I can feel it in my — in my stomach — my womb — he’s in my —’

She opened her dark eyes. Through the bars — through the tears, through the blurred, swimming vision — she saw Lin Feng.

He was on the cell floor. His body — broken, bloodied, the Core Formation qi barely cycling — was convulsing. His dark eyes — wide, wet, the pupils dilated — were fixed on her. On the junction of her body and Tianlong’s. On the blood. On the cock. On the bulge in her belly.

His mouth was open. Blood — thick, dark — poured from his lips. His chest heaved. His hands — bloodied from pounding the bars — clawed at the stone floor.

"Yuhan —" he choked. The word was barely a sound. A wet, gurgling whisper. Blood sprayed with the syllable. "Yuhan — please — stop — don’t — let him —"

She looked at him. At the face she had loved. At the face that had been a mask. At the thing — the parasite, the possessor, the entity that had killed her childhood friend and worn his skin — that was now watching her being fucked by a god.

Her dark eyes — wet, blazing with the Nascent Soul energy that had just awakened in her dantian — met his.

"You deserve this," she whispered. Her voice cracked on every syllable.

PAAH!

Tianlong thrust. The cock drove deeper — the last two inches, the final stretch, the broad head pressing against the back of her womb. Her belly bulged further. Her dark eyes rolled back.

"AAAAANGH~!!"

"YUHAN —" Shen Wuji’s voice broke. The blood — from his mouth, his nose, his ears — flowed faster. His body convulsed. The Core Formation qi — already damaged, already flickering — stuttered.

Then — it stopped.

His golden core died. The spiritual energy — the cultivation base that he had maintained, that had kept his body alive despite the damage from Tianlong’s finger snap — extinguished. Like a candle flame pinched between two fingers. Gone.

Shen Wuji’s body went limp. His dark eyes — wide, vacant, the golden glow gone, the brown irises dull — stared at the ceiling. His mouth — still open, the blood pooling on the floor beneath his head — was motionless.

’The Fate Value — it’s gone — all of it — the eight million — the princess — the Azure Dragon Marrow — the bloodline — everything I — everything I worked for — twelve years — twelve years of —’

’Nothing.’

’It’s all — nothing.’