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

Chapter 715: Chapter 715- Arriving within Bed Chamber

The light intensified. The purple-black energy, the void power, erupted from Lau’s body. The light shot upward. A pillar, massive, purple-black, wider than the ship, taller than the mountain, soared into the sky. The clouds parted. The atmosphere split. The spiritual energy in the region, the natural qi, was pulled toward the pillar like water toward a drain.

The pillar was not just light. It was a signal. A beacon. A summons.

From the pillar, from the energy, an array activated. Not a formation array. Not a human construction. An inheritance array. A mechanism built into the fabric of the world, placed centuries ago by a being of the upper realm, designed to activate when a vessel of sufficient compatibility was exposed to a sufficiently powerful stimulus.

The stimulus. Madam Fengyan’s punch. The Soul Formation strike, delivered at the right point, at the right moment, had triggered the mechanism. Just as Tianlong had told her it would.

The earth shook. The mountain, the Jade Mountain, the peak that had stood for millennia, trembled. The eastern ridge, the plateau, the flat stone that held the ships and the soldiers, cracked. The crack widened. The stone fell. Not collapsed. Vanished. The stone, the earth, the very fabric of the mountain, was replaced.

A citadel emerged.

It rose from the earth. Not built. Not constructed. Manifested. The stone, the walls, the towers, the gates, the courtyards, the gardens, the halls, materialized from condensed spiritual energy. The structure, enormous, consumed the eastern ridge. Half of the mountain was gone. Replaced. By a citadel that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of jade, the walls glowing with formation diagrams, the towers reaching toward the sky, the gates wide open.

The citadel engulfed Lau’s body. The boy, unconscious, bleeding, was drawn into the structure. The gates, the jade doors, received him. The citadel, the inheritance of an upper realm being, claimed its vessel.

Madam Fengyan stood. Her beautiful face, composed once more, held the look of a woman who had just confirmed something she already knew.

’So this is what the Immortal was talking about. The inheritance. The upper realm legacy. The boy was the key. The vessel. And my punch was the trigger.’

’He knew. Tianlong knew. He told me. "Hit the boy. The Soul Formation strike will trigger the mechanism. The inheritance will open. And our sects will rise."’

She looked at her hand. The fist, still clenched, trembled. Not from the punch. From the residual energy. The void power, the purple-black qi that had repelled her, had left a mark. A tingling. A warmth. The sensation of touching something from the upper realm.

’This power. This is the power of the upper realm. The same power that Tianlong carries. The same power that made me Soul Formation. The same power that elevated the princess and Liu Mei.’

’No...it is inferior to that.’

’It feels too inferior to it!?’

She turned. Her thick body, the formal robes, the enormous tits and thick ass, moved. Her hips swayed as she walked. The sway, the gait, was different. Not the walk of a woman who had just fought. The walk of a woman who was satisfied. Who had completed a task. Who felt, despite the violence, despite the destruction, a strange, warm excitement.

Not from the inheritance. Not from the power. From the knowledge that the Immortal had trusted her. Had told her. Had guided her.

’He told me what to do. He told me the punch would trigger it. He told me the inheritance would open.’

’He sees everything. He knows everything. And he chose me to do this.’

’Why me? Because I’m Soul Formation. Because I’m strong enough to trigger the mechanism. Because I’m the one who...’

’Because I’m his. His woman. His servant. His tool. And he uses his tools well.’

Her hips, swaying, the formal robes pulling across her thick ass, carried her toward the ship. Toward the ramp. Toward the doors that the Immortal had entered with the headmistress in his arms.

Behind her, the plateau was in chaos. The Core Formation soldiers, recovering from the void pulse, stared at the citadel. The sect leaders, Jin Wuchen, Wang Deyu, Han Tianxiao, stood at the edge of the crater. Their faces, lit by the jade glow of the citadel, held expressions of overwhelming awe.

"Immortal have blessed us!" Wang Deyu’s voice cracked. His portly body was trembling. "A citadel! An upper realm inheritance! On our mountain!"

"The Immortal’s wisdom is boundless," Han Tianxiao said. His scarred face was wet with tears. "He brought us here. He knew this would happen. He..."

"The Immortal has bestowed upon us a legacy," Madam Fengyan’s voice, projected from the ramp, carried across the plateau. She turned. Her beautiful face, composed, held the cold certainty of a woman delivering a message she had rehearsed. "A legacy which we need to claim with our strength. The doors are open. The inheritance awaits. Let those with courage step forward."

The words, the lie, the second lie she had told the sect leaders, was seamless. The first lie, the lie about the Azure Cloud Sect harboring an artifact, had brought them here. This lie, the lie that the inheritance was a gift from the Immortal, would send them inside.

The sect leaders, their eyes on the citadel, their faces alight with greed and ambition, didn’t question it. They didn’t question anything. The Immortal had spoken. The Immortal had provided. The Immortal had blessed them.

"Open the doors!" Wang Deyu roared. His portly body lifted into the air. "The Jade River Sect claims the inheritance! For the Immortal’s glory!"

"The Blazing Sword Sect will prove its worth!" Han Tianxiao followed. His scarred body, wreathed in crimson qi, launched toward the citadel.

"The Azure Cloud Sect stands ready!" Jin Wuchen’s deep voice thundered. "For the Immortal! For the legacy!"

Hundreds of cultivators burst from the formations. Core Formation, Foundation Establishment, even Qi Refining disciples, their weapons drawn, their eyes alight, surged toward the citadel gates. They flew. They ran. They climbed. The wave of humanity, ten thousand strong, poured into the jade doors of the inheritance.

"Let us prove to the Immortal that we are worthy!" a Jade River disciple shouted, his sword raised.

"The Iron Mountain Sect will not be left behind!" another yelled.

"The Phoenix Tribe claims the first chamber!" a Phoenix Tribe elder roared.

The swords flew. The spiritual energies blazed. The cultivators, their sect names on their lips, their pride and ambition driving them forward, entered the citadel. The jade doors, wide and welcoming, received them all.

Madam Fengyan, standing on the ramp, watched them go. Her beautiful face, composed, held no expression. The lie, the manipulation, the use of an entire army of cultivators as pawns in a game they didn’t understand, was complete.

She turned. She entered the ship.

The corridor was dim. The spirit-candles, their flames golden and steady, lit the path. The air was warm. Thick. The scent of sex, of divine qi, of the musk of a man and the arousal of women, permeated everything.

Madam Fengyan walked. Her hips, wide and thick, swayed beneath the formal robes. The fabric, pulled taut, shifted with each step. The curve of each ass cheek, the full round shape, was visible through the silk. Her enormous tits, heavy and full, pressed against the fabric. The buttons, straining, held.

She reached the door. The master cabin. The door was ajar. The sound, the wet, obscene sound of flesh on flesh, of mouths on cock, of moans, leaked through the gap.

She pushed the door open. She entered.