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

Chapter 743: Chapter 743 - Caught Red Handed or What?

The junior sister, the prodigy, the woman who had been raised with purpose, who had been trained for the inheritance trials, who had come to the Purple Astral Province to drink from the Reincarnation Pool, looked at her sister. At the woman who had been sealed, who had been hidden, who had been raised in the lower realm, who was now standing here, in the upper realm, as the possession of the Emperor.

"It doesn’t have to do anything with you," the junior sister said. Her cold voice was flat. The dismissal, the boundary, was clear.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, felt the rejection. The pain, the emotional sting of a sister she didn’t know, a twin she didn’t remember, dismissing her, hit. Her dark eyes, wet, lowered. The fragments, the memories, the sense of belonging, of loss, of a family she never had, were there. But the sister, the twin, the person she had wanted to meet, was cold.

’She doesn’t care about me. She doesn’t care that I exist. She has her own life, her own purpose, her own mission. The Reincarnation Pool. The past life memories. The future. She doesn’t need me.’

’I should have known. I should have expected. The upper realm, the sect, the training, the ambition. She is a prodigy. A Soul Formation cultivator at twenty. She has her own story. Her own destiny. I am just... a footnote. A sealed twin. A lower realm anomaly.’

’Only if I had such a life.’

The junior sister, the prodigy, her dark eyes on her sister, read the pain. The cold face, the beautiful features, softened. A fraction. The twin connection, the bloodline resonance, allowed her to feel what her sister felt. The sadness. The loneliness. The sense of being unwanted.

"What?" the junior sister said. Her cold voice was softer. "To really think my life is..."

She paused. Her dark eyes, on her sister, on the formal robes, on the composed posture, on the cultivation base that was higher than hers, Soul Formation peak versus her own Soul Formation early stage, assessed.

"Wait. Aren’t you... good-looking?" she said. The observation, the assessment of her sister’s appearance, was clinical. The beautiful face, the slender body, the dark hair, the dark eyes. The princess, Jin Yuhan, was beautiful. More beautiful than her, the prodigy. The bloodline, the upper realm origin, had given her sister a physique, a beauty, that exceeded her own.

"That Emperor," the junior sister said. Her cold voice was thoughtful. "Indeed. Indeed. Your life is good."

The words, the observation, the acknowledgment that her sister, the sealed twin, the lower realm cultivator, had ended up with the Emperor of the Long Dynasty, were loaded. The implication, the envy, the grudging admiration, was there.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, looked at her. Her dark eyes, the fragmented memories, the dual consciousness, held the complexity.

"How about we exchange the places?" the junior sister said.

The words, the proposal, hung in the room. The silence, the purple crystal, the formation light, held the suggestion.

"What?" the princess said. Her musical voice was sharp.

"Really?" the junior sister said. Her cold voice was steady. The proposal, the plan, was not impulsive. It was calculated. "Yes. No one would catch us. We are twins. Identical. Even our qi signatures are nearly the same. You just need to hide from the Emperor while acting beside him. You can do whatever you want. You can also enjoy this city. It’s too good. You can have some rest."

The proposal, the twin exchange, the classic trope of identical siblings swapping lives, was laid out. The junior sister, the prodigy, would take the princess’s place. She would be beside the Emperor. She would have access to his power, his resources, his divine qi. She could use him to advance her cultivation, to access the Reincarnation Pool, to achieve her goals.

The princess, Jin Yuhan, would take the junior sister’s place. She would be a disciple of the Human Ancestral Sect. She would have freedom, autonomy, a life outside the Emperor’s harem.

The junior sister, internally, was calculating. ’Now that I have become like this, I would be easily able to move around without issue. I also got a strong backup now. Just like those senior brothers. The Emperor, the divine qi, the cultivation breakthrough. If I can get his divine seed, I can advance. I can reach Divine Integration. I can surpass my senior brothers. I can win the inheritance trials.’

’And the Reincarnation Pool. I can get my hands on that water. I can understand the dreams of the future I have been having. I can see what will happen. I can prepare. I can win.’

She nodded. The decision, the agreement, was made.

"Fine then," she said. "We are good to go."

Both women, the twins, the identical sisters, looked at each other. Then, without ceremony, without hesitation, they began to remove their clothes.

The robes, the dark blue and silver, fell. The silk, the fabric, pooled on the purple marble. The undergarments, the bindings, the layers, were removed. Two naked women, identical in face and body, stood in the purple light.

The junior sister, the prodigy, naked, her slender body, her small breasts, her pink nipples, her hairy pussy, the dark pubic hair natural and full, her tight slit, was visible. She looked at her sister. At the princess. At the naked body, identical to hers but different.

The princess’s body, the same slender frame, the same small breasts, the same pink nipples, the same hairy pussy, was different in one way. The pussy, the hairy mound, the swollen lips, had a gap. A slight opening. The slit, not closed, was open. The interior, pink and glistening, was visible. The dried fluid, the white residue, the evidence of repeated, vigorous, divine fucking, was on her thighs, on her pussy, on her inner legs.

The junior sister, her dark eyes, on her sister’s pussy, on the gap, on the dried fluid, assessed.

"Is it because you are older?" she said. Her cold voice was flat. The observation, the comparison, was clinical. "Why even save that thing?"

The princess, Jin Yuhan, laughed. The sound, the musical, bitter, self-aware laugh, was the laugh of a woman who had been fucked by a divine being and was being asked why her pussy was loose.

The junior sister, her mouth twitching, looked at her sister’s pussy. At the gap. At the dried cum.

"Shut up," she said. The words, the embarrassment, the flush on her cold face, were the reactions of a virgin seeing a well-fucked pussy for the first time.

They dressed. Each woman, the twin, put on the other’s clothes. The robes, the undergarments, the accessories, were exchanged. The princess, now in the junior sister’s dark blue and silver robes, was the disciple. The junior sister, now in the princess’s formal attire, was the Emperor’s woman.

They left. Each woman, the twin, went in her own direction. The princess, in the disciple’s robes, walked toward the palace grounds. The junior sister, in the princess’s robes, walked toward the Emperor’s chambers.

The junior sister, the fake princess, walked through the corridors. Her cold face, her beautiful features, were composed. The act, the deception, was maintained. Her internal thoughts, the calculations, the plans, were running.

’Now that I have become like this, I would be easily able to move around without issue. I also got a strong backup now. Just like those senior brothers. The Emperor, the divine qi, the cultivation. I can use him. I can advance. I can win.’

She walked. Through the corridor, past the guards, past the servants. The night, the moonlit palace, was quiet. Her pace, measured, was the pace of a woman who belonged.

A voice.

"What are you doing at night?"