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

Chapter 754: Chapter 754 - The Departure for Inheritance

Bai’s dark eyes, searching, held the doubt. The skepticism of a young woman who had been fucked by this man and had seen his power, his indifference, his absolute, god-like authority.

"Do you really think he would be willing to do anything?" she said. Her voice was sharp. "He would take the pool and do nothing. Just cast us aside. Like he cast us aside now."

Fengyuan shook her head. The motion, the deliberate, knowing shake, was the gesture of a woman who understood something the younger woman didn’t.

"No, he would not," she said. Her voice was confident. The certainty of a woman who had observed, who had analyzed, who had drawn conclusions. "Didn’t you hear? He gave us a sacred level artifact, just casually. He is a man who, at least, takes and gives. He doesn’t understand the pride of immortals."

The words, the observation, the insight into Tianlong’s character, was the product of hours of observation. Of being fucked. Of serving. Of watching. Of analyzing the man whose cock had been in her ass, whose divine qi had flowed through her body, whose behavior she had studied with the desperate, calculating attention of a woman trying to survive.

He takes. But he also gives. The sacred artifact, the Astral Heart pendant, given to Zihao. The cultivation breakthroughs, given to the twins. The power, the divine qi, the advancement, given to his women. He was not purely exploitative. He was transactional. He took, but he also rewarded.

Bai, her young face, the doubt, the skepticism, processing, trembled. The analysis, the logic, the argument, was sound. But the fear, the trauma, the memory of the divine cock that had torn through her virgin pussy, was there.

She bit her lip. Her dark eyes, looking down, were on her hands. The slender fingers, the pale skin, the hands of a student, not a warrior, not a schemer, trembled.

’My childhood friend. Lau. He vanished. Taken to the upper realm by that elder. I lost him. I lost the boy I grew up with, the boy I played with, the boy I loved. And then... and then I was fucked. On the altar. By that... that cock. That divine, massive, impossible cock that stretched my pussy in a way where I can still feel it. The phantom. The ghost of it. Inside me. Right now. As I sit here. I can feel it. The stretch. The fullness. The pain that became pleasure. The divine qi that flowed through my body and made me stronger.’

’I lost my virginity. I lost my childhood friend. I lost everything.’

’And now this woman, this sharp-eyed woman, is asking me to help find a pool for the very man who destroyed me.’

She closed her eyes. The tears, the last tears, fell.

"Fine," she said. Her voice was quiet. The surrender. "I will do it."

~ The Departure

The ships were preparing.

The four massive spiritual vessels, the Long Dynasty warships, hovered in the sky above the Purple Astral Palace. Their formation arrays, golden and crimson, hummed. The qi, the spiritual energy radiating from the ships, was immense. The air, the sky, the clouds, parted around them.

The army, the soldiers, the guards, the cultivators, were boarding. Thousands of them. Soul Formation and Nascent Soul soldiers, their dark armor, their disciplined formations, filing onto the ships. Divine Integration captains, their masked faces, their overwhelming qi, standing at the ramps.

The expedition, the search for the Reincarnation Pool, was launching. The inheritance of the Jade Sect’s Fairy, the legendary pool that granted memories of past lives and glimpses of the future, was the prize. The location, the address that Tianlong had provided, was the mountain range to the north. The inheritance site.

"Then let’s go," Fengyuan said. Her voice was brisk. The tone of a woman taking charge of a situation.

She extended her hand. Her pale, slender fingers, the hand of a woman who had served a god and survived, was offered.

Bai, her dark eyes, wet, looked at the hand. The hesitation, the last moment of doubt, was there. Then she reached. Her own pale fingers, the hand of a young woman who had lost everything and was clinging to the last thread of hope, took Fengyuan’s hand.

The grip, the contact, the warmth of another human’s skin, was the anchor. The two women, the sharp-eyed schemer and the broken student, held hands.

They flew. Fengyuan, her Core Formation qi, the cultivation that had been advanced by Tianlong’s divine fucking, lifted her. Bai, her own Core Formation, the same advancement, lifted her. The two women, side by side, hovered into the sky. Toward the ships. Toward the expedition. Toward the Reincarnation Pool.

The other cultivators, the powerhouses, the sect disciples, the army commanders, were also boarding. The ships, the four vessels, were filling. The expedition, the grand, imperial expedition led by the Long Dynasty, was launching.

The eldest prince, the scholarly man in white and silver robes, was boarding. His sharp eyes, scanning the crowds, the soldiers, the women, were alert. His cultivation, Divine Integration early stage, radiated. His guardian, the old cultivator, was beside him.

The twins, the princess and the junior sister, were boarding. Their identical faces, their identical robes, their identical Body Integration cultivation, were side by side. Their dark eyes, on each other, held the rivalry. The jealousy. The competition.

Liu Mei, the Purple Astral Ancestor, was boarding. Her voluptuous body, her purple robes, her amethyst eyes, were composed. Her mission, the directive from her master, was clear. Ensure the Reincarnation Pool falls into his hands.

~ The Chambers — Three Hours

Tianlong was not boarding.

The Emperor of the Long Dynasty, the being whose cultivation transcended the mortal world, whose power was unfathomable, whose divine qi could advance cultivators by full realms, was in his chambers. In the Purple Astral Palace. In the purple crystal room.

He was balls deep in the headmistress.

Madam Yueying, her thick body, her enormous tits, her formal robes stripped and pooled on the floor, was on the bed. On her knees. Her ass, the thick, round, heavy cheeks, was raised. Her back, the smooth, pale skin, was arched. Her dark eyes, half-closed, wet, vacant, were on the silk sheets. Her mouth, her coral lips, was open. The moans, the continuous, raw, guttural moans of a woman who had been fucked for three hours, filled the room.

Tianlong, behind her, his naked body, golden, muscular, gleaming with sweat, was driving. His hips, the powerful, divine muscles, slammed forward. His cock, twelve inches, the shaft pale, the head crimson, drove into her ass. The sphincter, trained, loose, offered no resistance. The walls, raw, swollen, gripped.

Pah pah pah pah pah!

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

His hand, large and pale, was on her ass. The thick cheek, the round, full flesh, was red. The handprint, the bright red outline of his palm, was vivid. He slapped. Again. The sound, the sharp, meaty, resonant clap of flesh on flesh, echoed.

PAAAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

Her ass, the thick flesh, rippled. The cheeks, the heavy mounds, deformed under the impact. The flesh, the soft, warm, maternal flesh, jiggled.

His other hand, in her hair, gripped. The dark strands, the silky hair, were in his fist. He pulled. Her head, yanked back, lifted. Her neck, arched, exposed. Her dark eyes, wide, wet, were on the ceiling.

"You are too going, huh," he said. His voice was low. The tone of a man whose women were leaving him. "Leaving me like this."