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

Chapter 694: Chapter 694- The Lie swallow the Sect

"We are here for the artifact," Zhao Kuang said. His narrow face was calm. Patient. The face of a man who had brought an army and expected cooperation. "Hand it over, and we leave."

"There is no artifact!" Jin Wuchen roared. His Golden Core energy blazed, pushing against the combined pressure. The sky shook. The clouds spiraled. But the pressure of four peak Golden Core sect leaders and ten thousand cultivators was too much. His aura flickered. Wavered. Bent.

Behind him, the four elders rose higher. Biyu’s sharp face was white. Hanlin’s white beard was trembling. Suwen’s kind face was tight with fear. Tianqing’s young handsome face was slick with sweat.

And behind the elders, a figure appeared.

Jin Yuhan ascended from the inner court. Her Nascent Soul energy radiated outward, the aura visible, the spiritual pressure carrying the unmistakable weight of a realm above Golden Core. Her robes were formal, white and jade-green, the fabric freshly laundered. Her obsidian hair was pinned with a new jade ornament. Her porcelain face was composed. Her dark eyes were dry.

She had spent the night crying. She had spent the night on her bed, in her chamber, naked, ash-covered, blood-streaked, sobbing into silk sheets. She had cried until her throat was raw. Until her eyes were swollen. Until her body, exhausted by the Nascent Soul breakthrough and the divine sex and the emotional devastation, could no longer produce tears.

She had masturbated.

She hadn’t meant to. The memory of his cock inside her had surfaced. The sensation of being stretched, of being filled, of being fucked against the prison cell while Shen Wuji watched. Her body, bonded to Tianlong’s divine qi, had responded. Her hand had moved between her thighs, her fingers finding her clit, the touch sending sparks through her meridians. She had rubbed herself, crying, hating herself, her fingers working her swollen clit while the tears ran down her temples.

She had come. Twice. Each orgasm sharp, painful, the pleasure mixed with shame. The divine qi in her body, the Azure Dragon Marrow responding to her arousal, had amplified the sensations. She had bitten her pillow to muffle her moans.

In the morning, she had gone to find him. To the bed chamber where he had taken Liu Mei. She had heard the sounds. The flesh slapping. The moans. The muffled screams of a woman being fucked all night. She had stood outside the door, her hand raised to knock, and had lowered it. She had turned. She had walked back to her chamber.

’He’s with another woman. He got bored with me. I wasn’t enough. I was a burden. A crying, emotional, useless burden. He showed me the truth and I cried on his cock. I masturbated thinking about him. And he moved on to another woman.’

’I am nothing. I was nothing to Shen Wuji. I am nothing to the ancestor. I am a jade pearl with a cracked center, and no one wants a cracked pearl.’

’Maybe I should just let these men have me. Maybe if I submit, if I let them use my body, they’ll show mercy to the sect. Father. The elders. The disciples.’

’These men, they look like demons. Thick, ugly, vulgar. Not like the ancestor. The ancestor looked like a god. These men look like the kind of creatures that would tear a woman apart and laugh while doing it.’

She stood behind her father. Her Nascent Soul energy pressed outward, adding to the Azure Cloud Sect’s defense. Her dark eyes swept the four sect leaders. The three men were staring at her. Not at her face. Not at her cultivation. At her body.

Zhao Kuang’s narrow eyes traveled from her face to her chest, to the shape of her breasts beneath the formal robes, to the curve of her waist, to the swell of her hips. His tongue extended. It ran across his thin lips. Wet. Slow. The gesture unmistakable.

"Indeed," Zhao Kuang said. His voice was casual. Conversational. The tone of a man commenting on a market purchase. "We are making a mistake, fighting among ourselves."

His hand dropped to his crotch. His fingers rubbed the fabric, the motion shameless, the gesture performed in full view of Jin Wuchen, the elders, the disciples, and the ten thousand cultivators hovering in the sky.

"It’s fine if you hand over that daughter of yours," he said. His narrow eyes were fixed on Jin Yuhan’s chest. "To serve me. I might take your side against these three."

The silence was absolute.

Jin Wuchen’s face went purple. His peak Golden Core energy surged, the aura blazing, the spiritual pressure crackling around his enormous frame. His hands, behind his back, clenched so tight the knuckles cracked.

"YOU DARE!" His deep voice thundered. "YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY DAUGHTER IN SUCH A MANNER! I WILL TEAR YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MOUTH AND FEED IT TO THE DOGS!"

"Come on," Zhao Kuang said. He shrugged. The gesture was lazy, dismissive, the body language of a man who did not take the threat seriously. "We can all three fuck her. She’s got a good body, right?"

He looked at Wang Deyu and Han Tianxiao. The portly Jade River Sect leader’s small eyes had already been roaming Jin Yuhan’s body. The scarred Blazing Sword Sect leader’s thick neck had turned red, his eyes fixed on the curve of her hips.

"Indeed," Wang Deyu said. His voice was thick. His tongue ran across his thick lips. "A Nascent Soul cultivator at her age. The Azure Dragon Marrow. She would make an excellent dual cultivation partner."

"The body is acceptable," Han Tianxiao said. His rough voice carried the edge of a man who viewed women as equipment. "I could use a new cauldron."

Jin Yuhan’s slender body trembled. Not with fear. With something worse. Resignation.

’They’re looking at me. At my body. At my breasts. At my hips. They’re discussing who gets to fuck me. In front of my father. In front of the elders. In front of everyone.’

’The ancestor did the same thing. He groped me in front of everyone. He said I was his woman in front of everyone. But he looked like a god. These men look like pigs.’

’I’m a thing. I’ve always been a thing. To Shen Wuji, I was a cauldron. To the ancestor, . To these men, I’m a body to fuck. I’m not a person. I’m not a cultivator. I’m not a princess. I’m a piece of meat that men want to stick their cocks into.’

’Maybe I should let them. Maybe if I just open my legs and let them have me, they’ll leave the sect alone. Father can keep his sect. The disciples can keep their lives. And I can be... used. The way I was always meant to be used.’

Her dark eyes lowered. Her hands, folded before her, tightened. Her Nascent Soul energy flickered.

Her father’s face was a mask of controlled fury. His enormous frame trembled with the effort of not launching himself at Zhao Kuang. His peak Golden Core energy pressed forward, meeting the combined pressure of the four sect leaders.

"Enough," Jin Wuchen said. His deep voice was strained. "State your true demands or leave. My daughter is not part of any negotiation."

"There is no negotiation," Madam Fengyan said. Her cold voice cut through the tension. Her dark eyes were fixed on Jin Wuchen. "There is only the artifact. Or the destruction of your sect. Choose, Sect Leader Jin."

"Then choose destruction," Jin Wuchen said. "For I have no artifact to give you."