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

Chapter 735: Chapter 735- Women Serving the Emperor

Madam Yueying, her face against Tianlong’s chest, her dark eyes wet, looked at the young woman. At Bai Lian. At the girl who had given her virginity to save her.

"Bai Lian," she said. Her raw voice was calm. Too calm. The corrupted calm. "Stay here. Stay in the academy. Be safe. I am going with the Lord Immortal. It is my choice."

"No!" Bai Lian screamed. Her green eyes, streaming, were on the headmistress. "No! You’re not choosing! You’re... you’re broken! He broke you! You can’t... you can’t choose this!"

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, on the young woman, held the assessment. The green eyes. The fury. The desperation. The loyalty. The willingness to sacrifice. The protagonist-adjacent qualities. The qualities of a heroine in a story.

"You can accompany too," he said. His voice was casual. The tone of a man adding an item to a shopping list.

The qi telekinesis activated. Bai Lian’s body, her slender frame, was pulled. The spiritual force, the divine power, yanked her through the air. The distance, the crowd, the space between them, closed. Her body, flying, her green eyes wide, her mouth open in a scream, was pulled toward him.

"Stop!" she yelled. Her musical voice was high. Panicked. Her body, in the air, flailed. Her arms, her legs, kicked. The spiritual force, the telekinesis, held her. She was pulled. Past the crowd. Past the elders. Past the sect leaders. To him.

She hit him. Her slender body, the small breasts, the petite frame, slammed against his side. Her arms, reflexive, wrapped around his torso. Her face, her pretty face, her green eyes streaming, was against his chest. Her body, held by the telekinesis, was pressed against his.

She protested. Her musical voice, muffled by his chest, was the voice of a young woman who had just been kidnapped by a god.

"You bastard!" she yelled. Her words, against his skin, were distorted. "Let me go! I don’t want to... I don’t want to go with you! Let me..."

He hovered. His feet, leaving the ground, lifted. His body, golden, the dark silk and crimson robe, the two women pressed against him, rose. The telekinesis, holding Bai Lian, held. She rose with him. Her body, in the air, her feet off the ground, her arms around his torso, her green eyes wide, was airborne.

The crowd, below, looked up. Their faces, upturned, their eyes wide, their mouths open, watched. The emperor, the golden man, the being whose blood was the blood of the Long Dynasty, hovered above them. Two women, the headmistress and the young woman, pressed against him. Three Soul Formation women, their bodies, their cultivation bases, hovered behind him. The guards, the army, the ships, were below.

No one looked up. No one dared. The power, the imperial blood, the divine qi, the absolute, overwhelming pressure of a being who was above them in every way, kept their heads bowed. Their eyes, on the ground, their knees on the stone, their foreheads touching the earth, were the posture of submission.

The ships ascended. The fleet, the four vessels, the imperial fleet of the Long Dynasty, rose. The hulls, leaving the plateau, the stone cracked and scarred, lifted into the sky. The rift, the spatial tear, the passage between the lower world and the Upper World, was above. The ships, one by one, entered the rift.

The lower world, the town of Qinghe, the Jade Mountain, the Azure Cloud Sect, the Crimson Peak Academy, the inheritance citadel, the plateau, the soldiers, the sect leaders, the elders, the townspeople, fell away. Below. Smaller. Distant. Gone.

The rift closed. The lower world was behind them.

~ The Ship — Ascension

The ship hovered. The passage through the rift, the transit between worlds, was smooth. The formation arrays, the Upper World technology, the imperial engineering, stabilized the journey. The interior, the corridors, the cabins, the halls, were steady. No turbulence. No shaking. The ship moved through the dimensional space between worlds with the quiet confidence of a vessel that had made this journey a thousand times.

On deck, the guards stood. Their masked faces, their dark armor, their Divine Integration cultivation, were still. Their posture, rigid, disciplined, was the stance of soldiers on duty. Their eyes, behind the masks, were forward. Their spiritual senses, extended, scanned the ship’s perimeter.

The moans came from below.

From the cabin. From the master cabin. The sounds, the wet, obscene, unmistakable sounds of flesh on flesh, of mouths on cock, of women moaning, leaked through the door. The guards, their masked faces, their disciplined posture, did not react. They had learned, in the hours since the emperor’s departure from the lower world, that the emperor had a current interest in the beauties of the mortal realm. The sounds, the moans, the cries, were the evidence.

Inside the cabin, the bed was occupied.

Tianlong stood. His naked body, golden, muscular, gleamed. His dark hair, loose, fell across his shoulders. His gold-crimson eyes, half-closed, were relaxed. His hands, large and pale, were on two thick asses.

Madam Fengyan on the left. Her thick body, naked, her enormous tits pressed against his side, her thick ass in his left hand. His fingers, pale, dug into the flesh. The cheeks, full and round, deformed under his grip. Her beautiful face, composed, was turned toward him. Her dark eyes, warm, were on his face. Her lips, full, found his neck. She kissed. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, worked his skin.

Madam Yueying on the right. Her thick body, naked except for the furry bra, her enormous tits overflowing the cups, her thick ass in his right hand. His fingers, pale, dug into the flesh. The cheeks, round and full, the redness from the handprints still visible, deformed. Her beautiful face, mature, flushed, was turned toward him. Her dark eyes, wet, devoted, were on his face. Her coral lips, swollen, found his chest. She kissed.

His hands, on both asses, gripped. The flesh, the thick, soft, warm flesh, was cupped. His fingers, digging in, massaged. The motion, the squeezing, the kneading, was the touch of a man enjoying his possessions.

On the bed, Jin Yuhan was on all fours. Her slender body, naked, her small breasts hanging, her pink nipples stiff, was presented. Her ass, the slender cheeks, raised. Her pussy, hairy, swollen, was wet. Her hands, tied behind her back with silk rope, were bound. The rope, the knots, secure, held her wrists together. Her arms, behind her, restricted her movement.

Liu Mei, her voluptuous body, naked, her enormous tits pressed against Jin Yuhan’s back, held the princess’s arms. Her hands, pale, gripped Jin Yuhan’s bound wrists. She held. The princess, restrained, was held in position.

Tianlong’s cock, twelve inches, hard, was inside Jin Yuhan. The shaft, pale, slick with her arousal, was buried. The head, crimson, was in her womb. The position, doggy style, the princess held by Liu Mei, was the position of a woman being bred.

He fucked her. His hips, driving, slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. The walls, the Soul Formation level muscles, gripped. The divine qi, flowing through their joined bodies, amplified every sensation. The sound, the flesh slapping, his pelvis against her slender ass, echoed.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

Jin Yuhan’s moans, the guttural, pleasure-filled sounds of a woman being fucked, filled the cabin. Her dark eyes, half-closed, rolled. Her mouth, open, her tongue extended, gasped. Her small breasts, hanging, swung with each thrust. The pink nipples, stiff, pointed at the mattress.

"Slurp... slurp..."