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

Chapter 742: Chapter 742- Twin Sisters

~ The East Wing — The Twin

The elder, the eldest prince, the scholarly man in white and silver robes, stood in the corridor of the east wing. His cultivation, Divine Integration early stage, radiated. His sharp eyes, scanning the palace grounds, were alert. His posture, rigid, was the posture of a man on guard.

His guardian, an old cultivator at peak Divine Integration, materialized beside him. The man’s face, aged, weathered, was grave. His hands, behind his back, were clasped.

"Master," the guardian said. His voice was low. Careful. "We have analyzed the power capacity of this royal emperor, Tian Long. The issue is, they have brought a whole army here. If not for them being so strong, anyone would have considered it a war."

The elder’s sharp eyes, on the guardian, narrowed. "A war?"

"They brought four ships," the guardian continued. "Divine Integration guards. Hundreds. Soul Formation and Nascent Soul soldiers. Thousands. The formation arrays on the ships are military grade. This is not a diplomatic visit. This is a deployment."

The elder’s hand, on his chin, rested. His fingers, the slender digits, stroked his jaw. The thinking posture, the analytical stance, was the habit of a scholar.

’He was secluded in the lower realm. Hidden. And now he is returning to the upper realm with an army. The story, the official narrative, is that he is the abandoned successor of the Long Dynasty, returning to claim his throne. But the army, the fleet, the deployment... this is not a return. This is a conquest.’

’What is he searching for? What is he after? The lower realm, the mortal world, the Purple Astral Province... why here? Why now?’

His sharp eyes, scanning the corridor, the palace grounds, the moonlit garden, suddenly stopped. His gaze, the focus, locked on something.

"What is she doing?" he said.

His junior sister. The young woman, the prodigy, the Soul Formation cultivator with the cold beautiful face and the dark blue and silver robes. She was running. Through the corridor, past the guards, toward the deeper part of the palace. Her robes, the dark blue and silver, fluttered behind her. Her pace, fast, was not walking. Not jogging. Running.

"Where is she going?" the elder said. His voice was sharp. Concerned. The tone of a senior brother watching a junior sister do something unexpected.

He followed. His feet, on the purple marble, carried him through the corridor. His pace, matching hers, was fast. His guardian, the old cultivator, followed.

The junior sister, running, turned a corner. Her body, her robes, vanished. The corridor, the corner, was empty. The elder, arriving at the corner, stopped. His sharp eyes, scanning the empty corridor, narrowed.

"What?" he said. His voice was confused. "Did she use shadow steps? Follow her."

His guardian, the old cultivator, extended his spiritual sense. The peak Divine Integration perception, scanning the palace, searching for the junior sister’s qi signature, spread. The search, the sweep, found nothing. The junior sister, the Soul Formation prodigy, had vanished.

They moved. Through the corridor, through the palace, following the traces, the residual qi, the faint spiritual signatures that a Soul Formation cultivator would leave. The elder, his Divine Integration perception, and the guardian, his peak Divine Integration, combined their senses. The trail, faint, led deeper. To the west wing. To the chambers.

They arrived. The corridor, the purple crystal, was empty. The door, at the end, was closed. The elder, his hand on the frame, paused. His spiritual sense, extended, scanned the room beyond. The qi signature, the spiritual presence, inside was...

His eyes widened.

Two women. One inside, one arriving. The qi signatures, the spiritual presences, were identical. The same bloodline. The same cultivation base. The same person. But two.

He pushed the door open.

The room, the purple crystal chamber, was lit by formation light. Two women stood, facing each other. Their faces, their bodies, their hair, their eyes, were identical. The same beautiful face. The same cold expression. The same dark blue and silver robes. The same Soul Formation cultivation.

But different.

One, the one who had been in the room, was standing. Her posture, her attitude, was calmer. More composed. More confident. The coldness, the prodigy’s arrogance, was there but tempered. Softened. The posture of a woman who had been through something, who had been changed, who had found something.

The other, the one who had arrived, the one who had been running, was standing in the doorway. Her posture, her attitude, was different. Less composed. More urgent. More searching. The cold face, the beautiful features, were flushed. The dark eyes, wet, were searching.

The elder, the scholarly prince, looked at the two identical women. His sharp eyes, his Divine Integration perception, could barely tell them apart. The qi signatures, the bloodlines, the cultivation bases, were nearly identical.

"You," the woman in the doorway said. Her voice, the cold, beautiful voice of the prodigy, was shaking. "You look like... nothing other than..."

She stopped. Her dark eyes, wide, streaming, were on the other woman’s face. On her own face. On the face of a person she had never seen but recognized. The bloodline resonance, the twin connection, the deep, primal, instinctive recognition of a sibling, hit.

"Princess," the woman in the room said. Her voice, the same cold, beautiful voice, was calmer. Steadier. The tone of a woman who had already processed the shock. "I’m her sister."

The woman in the doorway, the junior sister, the Soul Formation prodigy, trembled. Her dark eyes, wide, streamed. Her hands, at her sides, shook.

"I know," she whispered. Her voice cracked. "I know. But how... how did you even arrive here? In this realm? Shouldn’t you have been in the lower realm?"

The princess, Jin Yuhan, the woman who had been sealed, who had been taken to the lower realm, who had been fucked by the Emperor of the Long Dynasty, who had been catalyzed to Soul Formation peak by divine cum, sighed. Her dark eyes, the fragmented memories, the dual consciousness, held the complexity of a woman whose identity was being rewritten.

"I am following Emperor Long," she said. Her musical voice was steady. The calm of a woman who had accepted her position. "He treats me well."

The junior sister, the prodigy, the woman who had been raised in the upper realm, who had been trained by the Human Ancestral Sect, who had been prepared for the inheritance trials, stared. Her dark eyes, searching, assessing, processed the information.

’She is following the Emperor. The Emperor of the Long Dynasty. The man who descended from the sky with four ships and an army. She is with him. She is... his?’

’My sister. My twin. The one Mother left behind. She is with the Emperor.’

She took a seat. Her body, the slender frame, the cold composure, sat on the purple jade chair. Her dark eyes, on her sister, were searching.

"How is Mother?" she asked.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, her dark eyes, the fragmented memories, the pieces of a life she didn’t remember living, shifted. She shook her head.

"Mother is fine," she said. Her musical voice was soft. "You don’t need to worry about her."

The answer, the dismissal, the casual mention of a mother she barely remembered, hit the junior sister. Her dark eyes, wet, widened.

"Then why are you here?" she asked. Her cold voice was sharp. The tone of a woman seeking answers.