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

Chapter 729: Chapter 729- Sabrina’s Lessons are Still Here

He looked at the headmistress. At Madam Yueying. At the thick woman, the furry bra, the bare pussy, the leaking seed, the collar.

"Do you think you can milk it?" he said.

Her dark eyes, wet, found his face. At the gold-crimson eyes. At the cock, hard, slick with the young woman’s blood. At the challenge.

She opened her legs. Her thick thighs, spread. Her pussy, hairy and swollen, the lips puffy and chubby, was displayed. The softness, the mature flesh, the puffy flesh, was different from Bai Lian’s tight virginity. The softness, the plushness, the cushion of mature flesh.

"Yes," she whispered. Her raw voice was desperate. Eager. "Yes, I can."

She spread her pussy. Her fingers, the slender digits, pulled the lips apart. The pink interior, glistening, was displayed.

He leaned. His cock, the head, the crimson, pressed against her entrance. The puffy lips, the soft flesh, yielded. The head, the broad surface, slid in. The walls, the mature walls, gripped. The softness, the plushness, the cushion, surrounded him.

He slammed.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

He groaned. The sound, low, deep, the vocalization of a man who had found the right texture, the right fit, was genuine. "Yeah," he said. His voice was low. "Now that is."

He fucked her. The mating press, his body on hers, his hips driving. The puffy pussy, the soft flesh, the mature walls, gripped him. The sensation, the cushion, the warmth, the grip, was different from the tight virgin. Better. For milking.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

His hips blurred. The rapid barrage, the piston-like assault, drove his cock in and out of her puffy pussy. The walls, the mature muscles, the spiritual tissues at Golden Core level, worked. The milking, the clenching, the squeezing, was practiced. The body of a woman who had been fucked for ten hours and had learned what he liked.

He came.

The divine seed, pressurized, molten, erupted. The cum, thick and white, sprayed into her womb. The fluid, hot, filled her. The divine qi in his cum, flowing through her body, through her Golden Core, was absorbed. Her body, conditioned, accepted. The cum, the spiritual energy, the divine essence, was processed.

He held. His cock, buried, throbbed. The cum, the thick load, pumped into her. Her walls, the muscles, milked. The sensation, the pulsing, the throbbing, was prolonged. He groaned. The sound, deep, the vocalization of release, filled the chamber.

"Congratulations," he said. His voice was breathless. The tone of a man delivering a reward. "You have saved yourself."

Her dark eyes, wide, wet, streamed. Her coral lips, swollen, curved. The smile, the corrupted, broken, devoted smile, was the smile of a woman who had achieved her purpose.

"Yes," she moaned. Her raw voice, the broken whisper, was thick with emotion. "Yes, yes. Fill me. Fill me, Lord Immortal. I have proved myself."

Her legs, thick, locked around his ass. Her arms, pale, wrapped around his back. She held him. Her body, the thick frame, the enormous tits, the puffy pussy, the filled womb, was wrapped around him. The divine cum, the thick load, inside her. The proof. The validation. The meaning.

She looked towards the jar. At her son. At the floating body. At the glowing eyes.

"Son," she moaned. Her raw voice, the voice of a mother, was thick with corrupted devotion. "I have finally done it. I have took the load of my Lord Immortal. I have... I have saved you."

Her dark eyes, wet, streaming, were on the jar. On her son. On the boy in the orange fluid. On the glowing eyes, behind closed lids, that pulsed with purple-black light.

The glass cracked.

The sound, sharp, the sound of stressed glass fracturing, was small. A single line, thin, appeared on the surface of the cylinder. The crack, starting at the base, ran upward. Slowly. Inch by inch.

The orange fluid, the viscous liquid, bubbled. The formation diagrams, on the glass, flickered. The spiritual energy, the concentrated qi, surged. The crack, the fracture, widened.

The glass shattered.

CRACK

The glass cracked.

Not a slow fracture. Not the single, thin line that had appeared moments before. The crack, the fracture, the stress point that had been triggered by the headmistress’s corrupted moan, her declaration of devotion, her legs locked around Tianlong’s ass, was a catalyst. The formation diagrams, etched into the cylinder’s surface, overloaded. The spiritual energy, condensed within the orange fluid, surged. The glass, the transparent prison, shattered.

The explosion was absolute.

Shards of formation glass, each piece carrying residual spiritual energy, blasted outward. The orange fluid, the viscous, glowing liquid that had sustained the boy’s body, erupted. The wave, the tidal surge of condensed spiritual energy and alchemical fluid, filled the chamber. The stone walls, the formation diagrams, the floor, the platform where Madam Yueying lay with her legs spread and her pussy full of divine cum, were hit.

Tianlong’s eyes opened. Not in surprise. In recognition.

The wave of energy, the blast of spiritual power and alchemical fluid, hit him. Hit the three Soul Formation women. Hit the headmistress, limp on the stone bed. Hit Bai Lian, unconscious, her virgin pussy bleeding, her body trembling.

None of them were harmed.

The divine qi radiating from Tianlong’s body, the passive field of a being at the Divine Transcendent Realm, rejected the energy. The wave, the blast, the shards, the fluid, hit his field and dissolved. The spiritual energy, the formation glass, the alchemical liquid, all of it, dispersed against his divine qi like water against stone. The three Soul Formation women, within his field, were similarly protected. The headmistress, beneath him, his cock still inside her, was shielded. Bai Lian, limp nearby, was untouched.

The smirk that formed on his face was small. Knowing. The expression of a man who had been waiting for exactly this.

’There it is. The boy’s breakthrough. The cocoon is breaking. The chrysalis is opening. The fragment, Shen Wuji’s desperate little seed, is about to emerge.’

’But that’s not all. Someone else is coming. I can feel the spatial disturbance. The Upper World. Someone is tearing through the barrier.’

His divine sense, extending outward, pressing against the fabric of space itself, felt it. A ripple. A tear. A portal, forming, not in the chamber but above it. Above the citadel. Above the mountain. Someone from the Upper World was descending.

His focus sharpened. His gold-crimson eyes, still inside the headmistress, still buried in her puffy, cum-filled pussy, turned toward the source. His hand, large and pale, stretched outward. His fingers, spread, extended toward the ceiling of the chamber.

The spear came.

It materialized from the energy itself. A projectile of condensed spiritual qi, shaped like a javelin, the surface covered in golden inscriptions. The weapon, aimed at his head, at his chest, at the center of his divine qi field, was fast. Faster than anything the lower realm could produce. The speed, the trajectory, the precision, spoke of a cultivator who knew exactly where to strike.

Tianlong’s hand caught it.

His fingers, pale, wrapped around the shaft. The spear, the condensed qi javelin, stopped. The momentum, the force, the spiritual energy, was absorbed by his palm. The golden inscriptions, the formation markings on the shaft, flickered. Died. The weapon, deactivated, was inert.

"I’m not getting caught off guard like this," he said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man commenting on the weather while holding a weapon that could have killed him. "The voice. I’ve already learned my lesson from Sabrina."