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

Chapter 697: Chapter 697- Crawl to me, Woman

’These old perverted bastards. They came here to take a girl and got their balls blown off. Serves them right.’

’But him. He’s here. The bastard who fucked me through a rock. The one whose cock I took for a day. The one whose divine qi made me break through to peak Golden Core.’

’He’s here. And he’s walking away. And I’m standing here with an army that is pissing itself with fear.’

’And I can’t run. Because if I run, he’ll find me. And if he finds me, he’ll do worse than put me in a rock.’

’He’ll do what he did to Zhao Kuang.’

Her beautiful face, composed once more, carried the cold resignation of a woman who knew she was trapped.

She followed.

The Hall of Ascending Clouds was packed.

Every elder, every Core Formation cultivator, every Foundation Establishment disciple who could fit inside the circular chamber was present. They stood along the walls, their heads bowed, their spiritual energies suppressed. The air was thick with fear. The divine qi radiating from Tianlong’s body pressed down on them, not painfully but constantly, the weight of a god’s presence in a room built for mortals.

Tianlong sat. Not in the ancestor’s chair. Not in the sect leader’s chair. In a simple wooden chair, placed at the center of the raised platform. His dark robe was open, hanging from his shoulders. His gold-crimson eyes surveyed the room. His teacup, refilled, rested on the armrest.

Jin Wuchen stood to his left. The sect leader’s enormous frame was rigid, his dark eyes on the floor, his hands behind his back. His peak Golden Core energy was suppressed, the aura dimmed, the spiritual pressure that once commanded respect in the central region now reduced to a flicker in the presence of the ancestor’s divine qi.

The four elders stood behind Jin Wuchen. Biyu, Hanlin, Suwen, Tianqing. Their faces were carefully neutral. Their Golden Core energies were suppressed. Their heads were bowed.

Jin Yuhan stood to Tianlong’s right. Her slender body was close, her hip touching his knee. Her dark eyes were on his face. Her small hands were folded before her, the fingers interlaced, the knuckles white.

The three surviving sect leaders knelt on the floor. Wang Deyu and Han Tianxiao, their crotches bandaged, their faces pale, their foreheads touching the stone. Madam Fengyan, her composed face cracked, her dark eyes lowered, her knees on the cold jade.

The ten thousand cultivators outside were on their knees. The divine qi, radiating from the hall, pressed down on the entire sect compound. Every person, from the highest elder to the lowest Qi Refining disciple, felt the weight. Knees buckled. Bodies bent. Heads lowered.

In the hall, the pressure was strongest. Tianlong’s divine qi, concentrated in the enclosed space, pressed against everyone. The Azure Cloud Sect members, standing along the walls, were bent at the waist. The Core Formation elders were struggling. Even Jin Wuchen, peak Golden Core, was hunched.

Madam Fengyan, on her knees, was trembling. Her dark red robes were stained with dust. Her hair, loosened by the shockwave, hung around her face. Her beautiful features were contorted with fear.

"Immortal," she whispered. Her voice was barely audible. "Please. You remember me, right? From the forest. From where... from where they took me. From where they took you."

Her voice cracked. The lie was transparent. She had not been taken. She had come to the cave seeking to enslave the ancestor. She had been defeated, captured, and used. And now she was pretending to be a victim.

"Have mercy," she begged.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes found her. He looked at her. At her beautiful face, the composed mask shattered. At her dark red robes, the formal attire of a sect leader on her knees. At her body, the thick curves visible through the silk, the enormous tits pressing against the fabric as she knelt.

He remembered her. The woman from the cave. The one stuck in the rock. The one whose hairy pussy he had fucked for a day. The one whose thick ass he had slapped while she begged. The one whose anal he had used while she sobbed.

"Crawl," he said.

The word fell into the hall like a stone into still water.

Madam Fengyan’s beautiful face went white. Her dark eyes widened. Her lips parted.

"Crawl," Tianlong repeated. His voice was the same. Calm. Conversational. The tone of a man giving an order he expected to be obeyed. "Here. To me."

She crawled.

Her knees moved on the jade floor. Her hands touched the cold stone. Her body, the thick curves swaying with the motion, moved across the hall. Her dark red robes dragged on the jade. Her hair fell around her face. Her ass, thick and round, raised as she crawled, the silk pulling taut across the cheeks.

She reached his feet. She stopped. Her face was at his knee level. Her dark eyes, wet, looked up at his gold-crimson ones.

She could see his crotch. The dark robe, open, the fabric hanging loose. His cock, visible through the gap, resting against his thigh. The shaft, pale, thick, the head dark. Even soft, it was enormous. The same cock that had fucked her through a rock. The same cock that had pumped divine cum into her cunt and anal and made her break through to peak Golden Core.

She smelled it. The scent of sex. Of divine qi. Of a night of fucking. Not her. Another woman. The princess. And someone else. Another scent. Purple. Floral. The scent of a spirit cultivator.

She leaned forward. Her face pressed against his crotch. Her nose touched his cock through the robe. The fabric was thin. She could feel the warmth. The shape.

Her tongue extended. It licked. Through the fabric. The flat, wet muscle running along the shaft, tasting the silk, tasting the divine qi that saturated the cloth. She licked again. Higher. To the head. Her tongue found the outline of the crimson head through the robe, the circle of her lips pressing against the fabric.

She nuzzled. Her face pressed into his crotch, her nose buried in the fabric, her mouth open, her breath hot and wet. She inhaled.

The scent of his divine cock, the Horny God Physique’s pheromones, filled her lungs. Her body responded. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy moistened.

Tianlong reached down. His pale fingers found the collar of her dark red robes. He pulled. The silk tore. Not delicately.

Not carefully. The fabric ripped down the center, the seams splitting, the robes falling open. Her body was revealed.

Her enormous tits, heavy and round, swung free. The dark nipples, large and stiff, pointed at the floor. Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat, her hips wide and thick. Her legs, long and toned, were bare.

Her panty, dark red silk, was soaked. The crotch was dark with moisture. Her pubic hair, black and thick, was visible through the wet fabric.

He looked at her. At her thick body. At the body he had fucked through a rock. At the body that had been elevated to peak Golden Core by his divine cum.

She looked up at him. Her dark eyes, wet, desperate. Her beautiful face, flushed. Her enormous tits, hanging, the dark nipples stiff.