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

Chapter 753: Chapter 753- Two Left Out Women

~ The Guest Cottage

The cottage was modest.

A simple structure within the Purple Astral Palace grounds, allocated to those who accompanied the Emperor’s retinue but held no standing among his women. The walls were purple crystal like everything else in this palace, but the furnishings were plain. A wooden table. Two chairs. A tea set, untouched, the steam long gone cold.

Madam Fengyuan sat in one chair. Her robes, the dark red and gold she had been given, were loosened at the collar. Her hair, dark and disheveled, fell around her shoulders. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, were fixed on the young woman across from her.

Bai.

The young woman from the Azure Cloud Academy. The student who had charged into the headmistress’s private chambers, who had tried to save Madam Yueying from Tianlong’s clutches, who had been thrown onto the altar and fucked alongside her headmistress. The girl who had lost her virginity to a divine cock that had stretched her pussy so thoroughly she could still feel the phantom of it inside her, a ghostly impression that made her thighs clench involuntarily every few minutes.

Bai sat in the other chair. Her plain robes, borrowed from the palace servants, were too large for her slender frame. Her dark hair, untied, fell past her shoulders. Her young face, pretty and round, was pale. Her dark eyes, red-rimmed from crying, were on the floor.

"I thought he was going to abandon us," Bai said. Her voice was quiet. The voice of a young woman who had been through something traumatic and was trying to make sense of it. "And why is there an army? Who is he?"

The questions, the three questions, were the questions of someone who had been caught in a situation far beyond her understanding. She had been a student. A Core Formation cultivator. A girl with a crush on her childhood friend, Lau. She had tried to save her headmistress. And she had been fucked by a god.

Madam Fengyuan, her sharp eyes on the young woman, assessed. The calculation, the evaluation of a woman who had survived by understanding power dynamics, was running.

"I previously thought he was simply a mortal from the peril," she said. Her voice was measured. The tone of a woman choosing her words. "But it seems he has a very massive background."

Her eyes narrowed. The assessment, the recalculation of everything she had observed, everything she had experienced, was processing.

’He is not a mortal. He is not a rogue cultivator. He is not a sect disciple. He is the Emperor of the Long Dynasty. The brother of the current ruler of the immortal world. A being whose cultivation I cannot even sense. A being who brought four warships and an army of Divine Integration guards to a mortal province.’

’And I... I let him fuck my ass for hours. I served him. I thought I was gaining favor. I thought I was positioning myself. I thought I was being useful.’

’But it seems I was not of help to him now. He cast me aside. Put me in this cottage with this young woman. This girl who got fucked once. Once. And she is here, beside me, while the headmistress, the ancestor, the twins, the princess, all of them are with him.’

’I am sidelined. Demoted. Cast aside.’

Her sharp eyes, on Bai, held the reassessment. The young woman, the student, the girl who had been fucked once, was also here. Also sidelined. Also cast aside.

’This young woman definitely got tied to him. But just once. Just once. She was fucked once, on the altar, alongside the headmistress. And she is here. With me. While the others are with him.’

’At least she should keep her close. This girl. This innocent, broken, confused girl. If I am cast aside, at least I should have an ally. Someone to work with. Someone to use.’

A smile formed on Fengyuan’s lips. The expression, warm, friendly, the smile of a woman reaching out to a younger woman in need, was calculated. Designed.

"How about..." she said. Her voice was soft. Friendly. "Why did you accompany him?"

Bai, her dark eyes, wet, looking up, answered. The response, the honest, raw, emotional response of a young woman who had acted on impulse, was genuine.

"Because of the Headmistress," she said. Her voice cracked. "I wanted to save her."

The words, the motivation, the selfless, foolish, heroic motivation of a girl who had charged into a god’s chambers to save her teacher, hit Fengyuan. The assessment, the calculation, continued.

’She wants to save the headmistress. The headmistress who is now one of his women. The headmistress who is with him, in his chambers, being fucked. The headmistress who has been corrupted, remade, turned into his pet.’

’This girl wants to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.’

Fengyuan’s smile, warm and friendly, widened.

"Then how about we both work together to save her?" she said. Her voice was conspiratorial. The tone of a woman proposing an alliance. "At least I can help."

Bai, her dark eyes, wide, searched Fengyuan’s face. The suspicion, the doubt, the natural wariness of a young woman who had been betrayed by circumstances, was there.

"Why would you even help?" she asked. Her voice was sharp. The question, the challenge, was valid.

Fengyuan leaned back. Her sharp eyes, on Bai, held the calculated honesty. The revelation, the strategic vulnerability, of a woman revealing her true motivation to gain trust.

"You see," she said. Her voice was low. Confessional. "I want that woman to leave his side. So I can be in her place."

The confession, the jealous, ambitious, calculating confession of a woman who wanted to be the Emperor’s woman, who wanted to replace the headmistress, who wanted the position and the power and the divine qi that came with being his pet, was laid bare.

"I’m quite jealous," she added. The admission, the honest, petty, human admission, was the key. The vulnerability. The thing that made her relatable. Human.

Bai trembled. Her dark eyes, wide, streamed. The word, the insult, the emotional reaction of a young woman who had been called a bitch by a woman she barely knew, hit.

"You bitch," she whispered. Her voice was shaking. The anger, the hurt, the outrage, was there.

But Fengyuan, her sharp eyes steady, held up her hand. The gesture, the calming, de-escalating gesture, was practiced.

"Wait," she said. "Will you help me?"

The question, the redirect, the pivot from insult to alliance, was smooth. The manipulation, the emotional engineering, of a woman who knew how to turn conflict into cooperation, was in play.

Bai, her dark eyes, wet, searching, hesitated. The conflict, the internal war between her anger and her need, her desire to save the headmistress and her distrust of this woman, raged.

She nodded. The decision, the reluctant, conflicted decision, was made.

"Then what do we have to do?" she asked. Her voice was quiet. The surrender of a young woman who had no other options.

Fengyuan’s smile, satisfied, widened.

"We have to help him find the Reincarnation Pool," she said. Her voice was steady. The plan, the strategy, was laid out. "And once we do, he would willingly offer something. A reward. A favor. Something we can use."