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

Chapter 733: Chapter 733 - Arrival for Long Dynasty

The words fell into the hall.

The elders trembled. Their bodies, their shoulders, their hands, shook. The words, the declaration, the announcement that the Immortal was leaving, hit them. The fear, the absolute, consuming terror of beings who had been living under the protection, the domination, the absolute power of a divine being, and were about to lose it.

Jin Yuhan, her mouth on his cock, felt the words. The shaft, in her mouth, the divine flesh, twitched. Not from pleasure. From the shift in his energy. The decision, the resolution, the certainty, resonated through his divine qi.

Her dark eyes, wide, wet, streamed. Her mouth, still on his cock, sucked harder. Her head, bobbing faster, moved with desperate intensity. Her hands, on the shaft, stroked. Her tongue, on the head, worked. The effort, the desperation, the need to please, to satisfy, to make him want to keep her, was absolute.

’If he leaves, I have nothing. My cultivation, my Soul Formation realm, my power, all of it, is because of him. His divine qi. His cum. His cock. Without him, I am a Soul Formation cultivator in a peak Golden Core world. I would be powerful. I would be feared. But I would be nothing. Because the thing that made me, that shaped me, that gave me purpose, would be gone.’

’Please. Please let me keep him. Let me milk him. Let me make him come. Let me be his cum dumpster. Let me be his vessel. Let me be his pet. Anything. Anything. Just don’t leave me.’

She sucked. Her mouth, her throat, her tongue, worked. The sounds, the wet, desperate, pleading sounds of a woman trying to prove her worth, filled the hall.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

Liu Mei, beside her, felt the same fear. Her amethyst eyes, wet, looked up at him. Her hand, on his thigh, pressed. Her body, her voluptuous frame, her enormous tits, pressed against his leg. The contact, the physical offering, the silent plea, was clear.

’Master. Take me with you. I am the ancestor of the Purple Astral Province. I have value. I have knowledge. I have connections. I have a body that can serve you. Take me.’

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, looking down at the two women, at their desperate eyes, at their mouths and hands on his cock, held warmth. The warmth of a man who appreciated devotion. Who valued loyalty. Who rewarded service.

His hand, on Jin Yuhan’s head, rested. His fingers, threading through her obsidian hair, stroked. The gesture, tender, possessive, was the touch of a master acknowledging a pet.

His other hand, on Liu Mei’s amethyst hair, did the same. His fingers, pale against the purple strands, combed. The gesture, the same tenderness, the same possession, was offered.

"You both would accompany me," he said.

The words, the declaration, the invitation, hit the two women. Their eyes, wide, streamed. The tears, the tears of relief, of gratitude, of overwhelming, all-consuming joy, fell.

Jin Yuhan, her mouth full of cock, her dark eyes streaming, tried to speak. The words, muffled, distorted, barely audible, were the words of a woman whose world had just been given meaning.

"Thank you," she said. Her voice, the words, distorted by the cock in her mouth, was thick. Wet. "Thank you, Lord."

Liu Mei, her amethyst eyes wet, her lips on his shaft, spoke. "Thank you, Master. Thank you."

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, on the two women, held the smile. The smile, small, knowing, satisfied, was the expression of a man who had claimed and been claimed.

He looked inward. At the system. At the interface that existed within his divine consciousness. The window, the interface, the tool that had been with him since his arrival in the lower realm.

’Tell me about the designated position of mine,’ he thought.

The system responded.

The window, the interface, the text that appeared in his divine consciousness, was clear.

|| [ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]||

|| False Rule Rewrite Detected.||

|| Designated Position: Emperor.||

|| Identity: Tian Long.||

|| Status: Successor to the Long Dynasty Throne.||

|| History: Abandoned and thrown out in the last epoch. When the era ended, the successor was erased from all records. The throne was assumed by a collateral branch. The current Emperor, Tian Long’s elder brother, has ruled since.||

|| Current Status: The present Emperor has fallen ill. His condition is deteriorating. The succession crisis is imminent.||

|| Hidden Identity: Emperor Tian Long, who has been cultivating secretly, hidden from the world, is prepared to return.||

|| The false rule, imposed by the collateral branch, has been rewritten by the system. The rightful successor’s claim has been restored.||

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, reading the text, curved. The smile, the private, knowing smile, was the expression of a man who had just been told that the universe was writing his story for him.

’Now that’s a story,’ he thought. ’Emperor. Successor. The Long Dynasty. Abandoned in the last epoch. Erased from all records. And now, with the current emperor, my dear brother, on his deathbed, the universe has decided it’s time for me to come back.’

’How convenient. How dramatic. How perfectly timed.’

’The system, the narrative framework, the cosmic story, has given me a title. A claim. A kingdom.’

’And a brother to visit.’

"Activate it," he said. The words, spoken aloud, were heard by the elders. The command, the activation, the trigger, was directed at the system.

The energy began to leak.

From his body, from his skin, from his meridians, from his dantian, from every cell, the golden inscriptions emerged. The light, the golden glow, the divine qi made visible, poured from him like a river. The inscriptions, the ancient characters, the formation text of the Long Dynasty, the imperial script that had been hidden within his blood, within his bones, within his very essence, surfaced.

The light, the golden inscriptions, filled the hall. The elders, their heads bowed, their bodies trembling, felt it. The pressure, the weight, the absolute, overwhelming presence of imperial blood, of royal qi, of a lineage that transcended sects and provinces and ancestral families.

"Immortal Lord," Biyu whispered. His sharp face was white. His eyes, wide, were on the golden inscriptions. "This... this is..."

The text, the inscriptions, the characters, were not divine qi. Not spiritual energy. Not cultivation power. They were blood. Imperial blood. The blood of the Long Dynasty. The blood of emperors.

"He’s from the royal bloodline," Jin Wuchen said. His deep voice was hollow. The words, the realization, the dawning comprehension, hit him. The man he had been standing behind, the man whose cock was being sucked by two women, the man who had claimed his daughter, was not just an immortal. Not just a divine being. He was royalty. Imperial royalty. The bloodline of the Long Dynasty. The family that ruled the immortal world.

The elders fell. Their knees hit the floor. Their foreheads touched the stone. The prostration, the absolute, complete, total submission, was the response of beings who had just learned that the man before them was not just a god.

He was their emperor.

A smoke formed. The golden inscriptions, the imperial qi, the blood energy, condensed. The smoke, the golden mist, filled the hall. The formation arrays, the sect’s defensive diagrams, activated. Then, overloaded. Then, shattered. The imperial qi, the blood of the Long Dynasty, was too strong. The sect’s formations, designed for Golden Core level energy, could not contain it.

The ground shook. The hall, the wooden walls, the polished table, the floor, trembled. The earthquake, the tremor, the seismic response to the activation of imperial blood, was felt across the entire mountain. Across the entire region. Across the entire lower world.