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

Chapter 696: Chapter 696- The Fear Engulfs everyone

The peak Golden Core sect leader. A man who had cultivated for two hundred years. A man who commanded ten thousand disciples. A man who had, moments ago, casually suggested gang-raping a princess.

His body compressed.

Not crushed. Not smashed. Compressed. The divine qi, the telekinetic force, applied uniform pressure to every cell, every tissue, every bone in his body simultaneously. The skin held for a heartbeat. Then the pressure exceeded the tensile strength of human tissue.

Zhao Kuang’s body became blood pulp.

The explosion was wet. Red. The blood, mixed with fragmented bone and liquefied organs, sprayed outward in a sphere. The droplets rained down on the army below, the red mist falling like rain. The robes, the iron-gray silk, fell empty. The spiritual pressure of a peak Golden Core cultivator vanished.

Gone. In an instant. Less than an instant. A finger raised. A body gone. Blood rain.

The silence that followed was the loudest sound any of them had ever heard.

Wang Deyu’s portly body was shaking. His small eyes were wide, the pupils dilated to the maximum, the irises barely visible. His face was white. Not pale. White. The color of paper. His lips moved but no sound came out.

Han Tianxiao’s scarred face was blank. The grin was gone. The arrogance was gone. The rough, aggressive energy was gone. What remained was the expression of a man who had just watched another man, an equal, a peer, a fellow peak Golden Core sect leader, be turned into red mist by a raised finger.

Madam Fengyan’s composed face was not composed anymore. Her dark eyes were wide. Her beautiful features were slack. Her peak Golden Core energy was cycling erratically, the spiritual pressure fluctuating. She was trembling.

’That power. That power. He dispersed ten thousand cultivators with a pulse. He killed Zhao Kuang with a finger. He turned a peak Golden Core sect leader into blood. Without standing up. Without putting down his teacup.’

’This is the man who fucked me through a rock. This is the man whose cock I took for a day. This is the man whose cum made me break through.’

’And I brought an army to his door.’

’I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead.’

"We apologize!" Wang Deyu’s voice cracked. The portly man dropped from the sky, his knees hitting the jade courtyard, his forehead pressing the stone. "Please, Lord Immortal! Soothe your anger! We will not! We did not know! We were deceived!"

"Please, Lord Immortal!" Han Tianxiao followed. His massive frame hit the ground, his forehead on the jade. "Have mercy! We were misled! We did not know you were here!"

"Please," Wang Deyu begged. "Please, we will do anything! We will leave! We will never return! Please, Lord Immortal, have mercy, we..."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found them. Both of them. Kneeling. Begging. The peak Golden Core sect leaders, on the ground, their foreheads on the jade, their bodies trembling.

His finger moved.

Two threads of divine qi lashed out. Simultaneous. Precise. Both targeting the same anatomical structure.

"AAAAAAGH!!!"

"MY BALLS! MY BALLS! AAAAAGH!!!"

Wang Deyu and Han Tianxiao screamed. The sound tore through the sky, echoing off the mountains, reverberating through the valleys. Blood soaked their robes. Their hands clutched their crotches. Their bodies convulsed on the jade courtyard, the blood pooling beneath them.

But they did not die.

Their hands, trembling, bloodied, reached into their robes. They pulled out small jade bottles. The bottles were identical, marked with a crimson seal. The pills inside, small, dark, radiating spiritual energy. They popped the seals. They shoved the pills into their mouths.

The effect was immediate. The bleeding slowed. The convulsing eased. The color returned to their faces. The pills, vitality-restoring, cell-regenerating, kept them alive. The balls, ruptured, began to heal. Slowly. Painfully. But heal.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes narrowed. Curious.

"What is that?" he said.

The two men, still clutching their crotches, still bleeding, still convulsing, looked up. Their faces were masks of agony. But the pills were working. The vitality was flooding their systems, the cell regeneration proceeding.

"V-Vitality Pills," Wang Deyu choked. Blood and saliva dripped from his mouth. " For... for emergencies. They regenerate tissue. Please, Lord Immortal, have mercy, we..."

"We apologize," Han Tianxiao gasped. His scarred face was twisted. "Please. The Immortal. Soothe your anger. We will not. We did not know. We were deceived. Please."

Tianlong sipped his tea. The porcelain cup touched his lips. The warm liquid filled his mouth. He swallowed. His gold-crimson eyes, over the rim of the cup, found the two men on the ground. Then the woman. Madam Fengyan, hovering, her composed face shattered, her body trembling.

He turned. His hand, still on Jin Yuhan’s ass, pulled her against his side. He looked down at her. At her dark eyes, wet with tears. At her porcelain face, stained with the remnants of a sleepless night. At her slender body, trembling against his.

"Let’s go to the meeting hall," he said. His voice was calm. Casual. The voice of a man who had just killed one person and maimed two others and was now suggesting a change of venue. "Discuss what you idiots want to disturb my sleep."

He walked. His silk slippers touched the jade courtyard. Jin Yuhan walked beside him, her slender body pressed against his side, his hand on her ass, his fingers kneading the silk-covered flesh. She was looking up at his face. At the gold-crimson eyes. At the calm, unbothered expression.

’He saved me. He came. He saved me.’

Her dark eyes filled. The tears ran down her porcelain cheeks. Her small hand, on his chest, gripped the fabric of his dark robe. She clutched. Her fingers, pale, the nails jade-lacquered, dug into the silk.

’He saved me. He killed the one who wanted to rape me. He broke the other two. He came for me.’

’I thought he left. I thought he was bored. I thought I was nothing to him. But he came. He came when I was about to be taken. He came and he said I was his woman. In front of everyone. In front of my father. In front of the elders. In front of ten thousand cultivators.’

’He said I was his woman.’

’And his hand is on my ass. And I don’t mind. I don’t mind because he’s the one who saved me. He’s the one who killed for me. He’s the one who said I was his.’

’I’m his. I’m his woman. Not because I was traded. Not because I was offered. But because he said so. Because he came for me.’

’I’m his.’

She hugged him. Her slender body pressed against his side, her arms wrapping around his waist, her face burying in his chest. The tears soaked his dark robe. She didn’t care. She held him. She held the man who had saved her.

Behind them, the Azure Cloud Sect courtyard was a scene of devastation. Zhao Kuang’s blood, still raining from the sky, stained the white jade. Wang Deyu and Han Tianxiao, clutching their crotches, groveled on the ground, the blood pooling beneath them. The ten thousand cultivators, their formation broken, their courage gone, hovered in the sky, their faces white with terror.

Madam Fengyan descended. Slowly. Her body touched the jade. She stood, her dark eyes fixed on Tianlong’s back. On his hand, on the princess’s ass. On the casual, possessive grip.

Her mouth twitched.

’N-no....’