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

Chapter 751: Chapter 751 - The Declaration for Inheritance Search

On the left: Jin Yuhan, the princess, her slender body, her formal robes, her dark eyes. Her Body Integration cultivation, fresh, new, radiant, was visible. Beside her, the junior sister, the prodigy, her slender body, her formal robes, her dark eyes. Her Body Integration cultivation, fresh, new, radiant, was visible. The twins, identical in face and body, stood side by side. Their cultivation bases, both Body Integration, were the evidence of the night.

On the right: Liu Mei, the Purple Astral Ancestor, her voluptuous body, her purple robes, her amethyst eyes. Beside her, Madam Yueying, the headmistress, her thick body, her formal robes, her enormous tits, her dark eyes.

The court, the officials, the elders, the guards, looked. Their eyes, wide, their faces pale, their mouths open, took in the scene. The twins, both at Body Integration, standing beside the Emperor. The ancestor, standing beside the Emperor. The headmistress, the thick woman, standing beside the Emperor.

No one dared to ask why those two women, the twins who had caused such a commotion last night, were standing there. No one dared to question the Emperor’s women.

The eldest prince, the scholarly man in white and silver robes, stood among the court. His sharp eyes, on the twins, were narrow. His internal thoughts, the confusion, the frustration, the jealousy, were loud.

’Why is my junior sister standing beside Tian Long? She is my junior. She should be standing with me. Not with the Emperor. Not with... with his women.’

’But her whole body. It is twitching. Trembling. Gasping. She is looking at Tian Long. From time to time. The way she looks at him. The way her body reacts. The way her cultivation, her Body Integration, the realm she just achieved, the realm I spent decades reaching, radiates from her.’

’She doesn’t need me anymore. She has him. She has the Emperor. She has the being who can advance her cultivation in one night. She... she is using him. No. He is using her. No. They are...’

’I am shut out. I am nothing. I am...’

He was silent. His mouth, the words he wanted to say, the protests, the objections, the questions, were swallowed. The power, the imperial blood, the army, the fleet, kept him quiet.

Tianlong’s gold-crimson eyes, sweeping the court, the officials, the elders, held the authority. The absolute, imperial, divine authority of a being who owned the room.

"We are going to organize the search," he said. His voice, calm, clear, carried across the throne room. "For the inheritance left behind by the Jade Sect’s Fairy. Known as the Reincarnation Pool."

’!?!’

The words, the declaration, the announcement, fell into the court. The silence, the absolute, complete, stunned silence, was the response.

The Reincarnation Pool. The inheritance of the Jade Sect’s Fairy. The legendary artifact, the sacred treasure, the pool that granted memories of past lives and glimpses of the future. The thing that the Human Ancestral Sect, the eldest prince, the junior sister, had come to find. The thing that was hidden beneath this very palace.

He was announcing a search. A public, official, imperial search. For the very thing that the sect disciples had been seeking in secret.

The junior sister, the fake princess, standing beside Tianlong, heard the words. Her dark eyes, wide, streamed. Her body, the Body Integration body, the freshly-fucked, freshly-remade body, trembled. The night, the fucking, the breakthrough, the conditioning, had changed her. Her body was already reacting to him. The divine qi, the residual pleasure, the conditioning, made her respond to his voice, to his presence, to his words.

But the announcement, the search, the public declaration, meant she would not have exclusive access. She thought he would help her alone. She thought, after the night, after the fucking, after the breakthrough, she would be his special one. The one he helped. The one he gave the pool to.

But he was announcing it. To everyone. The pool would be found. By his order. Under his control.

She trembled. Her dark eyes, rolling, widened. She moaned. The sound, the involuntary, the pleasure-filled, the divine-qi-driven moan, escaped her. She covered her mouth. The muffled sound, the wet, guttural noise, was barely contained.

The court, confused, looked at her. The woman, the twin, the Body Integration cultivator, was moaning. In the throne room. In front of everyone. The behavior, the inappropriate, scandalous behavior, was noted.

But no one said anything. No one dared.

Because the butt plug, the hard plug, the vibrating dildo, was inside her pussy. Beneath her formal robes. The toys, inserted by Tianlong before the court session, were active. The vibrations, the constant, relentless, maddening vibrations, were driving her. The divine qi, flowing through the toys, through her walls, through her Body Integration tissues, was stimulating her. Constantly. Relentlessly. In public. In front of everyone.

Her body, the slender frame, trembled. Bigously. The tremors, the shaking, the visible, obvious trembling of a woman being stimulated by hidden toys, was visible. The court, the officials, the elders, saw it. They didn’t understand. But they saw it.

"Leave," Tianlong said. His voice, the casual, administrative tone, was the dismissal. "Now."

The court, confused, swiftly moved. The session, the formal audience, was adjourned. The officials, the elders, the guards, filed out. The throne room, the purple crystal chamber, emptied.

The door closed.

Tianlong, on his elevated throne, and his four women, were alone.

The junior sister, the fake princess, her body trembling, her dark eyes wet, her mouth covered, the moans muffled, looked at him. The confusion, the arousal, the need, the desperation, were in her gaze.

"Why?" she said. Her musical voice, the broken, desperate whisper, was the voice of a woman who had been betrayed by her own expectations. "Why did you tell them? They would snatch..."

She couldn’t finish. The vibrator, the dildo, hit a spot. Her body convulsed. The moan, the loud, uncontrolled moan, escaped.

He smirked. The expression, the small, knowing, satisfied smirk, was the answer.

"No one is going to snatch what is mine," he said. His voice was calm. The possessive, absolute, imperial tone of a being who owned everything. "Remove it."

She trembled. Her hands, the slender fingers, found her robes. She pulled. The fabric, the dark blue and silver, fell. Her body, the slender frame, the small breasts, the pink nipples, was bare. Her panty, the silk, the only remaining garment, was visible. The crotch, the damp patch, the wet spot from the arousal, the leaked juices, was prominent.

She removed her panty. The silk, wet, fell. Her pussy, the hairy mound, the shaved patch where he had ripped the hair, the swollen lips, the leaking arousal, was bare. The butt plug, the base, was visible. The dildo, the vibrating shaft, was inside her. The toy, the buzzing, the humming, was audible in the silence.

He reached. His hand, large and pale, found the dildo. He pulled. The toy, the vibrating shaft, slick with her arousal, emerged. The length, the girth, the surface covered in her fluids, slid out. Her pussy, the swollen lips, the gaping entrance, was exposed.

Her body fell back. The loss, the absence of the toy, the sudden emptiness, was jarring. Her dark eyes, wide, streamed. Her mouth, open, gasped.

"Ah~!" she cried. Her musical voice was raw. "No... it’s... it’s empty. I need... I..."