Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 366 - Wives’ Ruckus

Tianlong entered other chamber within the pleasure palace.

Sylvea sat cross-legged on a plush bed near the far wall, her green hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of emerald silk. Her jade eyes were locked on something in her hands—a comic book, judging by the colorful cover showing some caped hero in a ridiculous pose.

She was so absorbed she hadn’t noticed him enter yet. The elf’s pointed ears twitched occasionally as she turned pages, her expression almost childishly innocent.

’So that’s what she’s been doing,’ Tianlong thought, suppressing a smirk. The Pleasure Palace could materialize anything from his consciousness—or theirs. Apparently Sylvea had conjured herself some entertainment.

His gaze shifted.

Akane sat in the center of the room, legs crossed in a perfect lotus position. Completely naked. Her massive breasts hung heavy on her chest, the pink nipples still swollen and dark from earlier. Her silver-white hair spilled down her back in waves, contrasting sharply with her pale skin. Nine fluffy tails fanned out behind her like a halo, twitching with each breath.

But it was the marks covering her body that caught his attention. Bite marks dotted her neck and shoulders. Handprints bruised her wide hips. Hickeys painted her inner thighs purple and red. Her lips were swollen, still glistening with saliva and other fluids. Her pussy lips—visible between her thick thighs—were puffy and red, clearly well-used.

Yet despite all that, her golden eyes were closed in deep concentration, her breathing slow and measured. She was meditating, channeling qi through her body with the discipline of someone who’d cultivated for centuries.

Before he could take another step, a presence materialized right in front of him.

Yu Xiang.

She stood there completely naked, not a stitch of fabric on her body. Her black hair fell in silky waves past her shoulders, framing a face that was equal parts beautiful and dangerous. Those violet eyes gleamed with mischief and hunger as they locked onto him. The butterfly tattoo on her lower abdomen pulsed faintly, as if alive.

Her body bore evidence of their earlier session too—nipples hard and dark, bite marks on her modest breasts, pussy lips still puffy and glistening with juice that trickled down her inner thighs.

"Where were you, honey?" Her voice was sultry, dripping with affection and lust.

She didn’t wait for an answer. She moved closer, rising on her toes as her arms snaked around his neck. Her naked breasts pressed against his chest through the robe, the hard nipples poking into him. Her other hand dropped lower, fingers wrapping around his crotch, trying to grip his cock through the fabric.

Her lips parted, moving toward his mouth for a kiss—

"Ow! What the—"

Yu Xiang jerked back violently, eyes wide with shock and pain. She stumbled backward two steps, looking down at her hand in disbelief.

Her palm and fingers were covered in tiny puncture wounds. Blood beaded on her skin where hundreds of sharp needles had suddenly burst through his robe like a porcupine’s quills, stabbing into her flesh.

"What the hell?" she hissed, cradling her injured hand.

But even as she spoke, the wounds began to heal. The punctures closed, new skin knitting together as Tianlong’s vitality automatically transferred to her through their soul bond. Within seconds, her hand was flawless again.

Tianlong sighed, shaking his head with an expression of mild exasperation.

"Yuna," he said calmly. "Come out."

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the robe rippled.

Like watching liquid mercury flow, the dark fabric began to shift and writhe. A figure emerged from his chest—not ripping through, but ’separating’ from him as if the robe itself was giving birth.

Yuna materialized beside him.

She wore a skin-tight red spandex suit that clung to every curve of her petite body like a second skin. The material was so thin it left nothing to imagination—her small breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples clearly visible as hard points.

The suit disappeared into the crack of her ass, outlining each cheek perfectly. Between her legs, the outline of her pussy lips was visible, the suit so tight it molded to her slit.

Her crimson hair fell in wild waves past her shoulders, still slightly mussed from whatever had happened earlier. Cat ears sat perked on top of her head, twitching with agitation. A red tail swished behind her, lashing the air like an angry whip.

Her ruby eyes burned with barely contained fury as she glared at Yu Xiang.

The robe on Tianlong’s body remained perfectly intact, as if nothing had been removed from it at all.

Yu Xiang’s mouth fell open. "You... you were inside—"

"MY husband," Yuna interrupted, her voice cold and sharp as a blade. Her gaze never left Yu Xiang’s face. "You just tried to touch MY husband without permission."

Yu Xiang’s left eyebrow twitched. "Oh?"

Instantly, a black robe materialized around her naked body. The fabric wrapped around her like smoke, forming a blanket-like covering over her cleavage before flowing down to her feet. It cinched at her waist, accentuating her curves while maintaining an air of mysterious elegance.

"So the little girl got some upgrades from my husband," Yu Xiang said, her tone dripping with condescension as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"’MY’ husband," Yuna shot back, taking a step forward. Her cat ears flattened completely against her head. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Heat radiated between the two women, their auras clashing in the space separating them. Yuna’s blood manipulation ability flared unconsciously, making the air shimmer red around her body. Yu Xiang’s butterfly tattoo glowed violet beneath her robe, her intangibility activating as a defensive reflex.

Neither could truly hurt the other. Yuna’s attacks would phase right through Yu Xiang’s intangible body. And Yu Xiang’s counterattacks would be useless against Yuna’s superhuman healing and blood control. They were perfect opposites, doomed to glare at each other without resolution.

Tianlong just stepped aside, moving away from the brewing conflict with practiced ease.

’Let them sort it out,’ he thought, already dismissing the rivalry.

His footsteps were silent as he crossed the room, heading toward his other two wives.

Sylvea finally looked up from her comic, her jade eyes widening the moment she saw him. Her face flushed crimson immediately—cheeks, neck, even the tips of her pointed ears turning red. She quickly tried to close the book and hide it, but he’d already seen it.

He didn’t comment. Instead, he continued past her without a word.

His attention locked onto Akane.

The nine-tailed fox sat perfectly still, completely unaware of his approach. Her breathing was slow and measured, each inhale and exhale perfectly timed. Her massive breasts rose and fell rhythmically, and he could sense the energy circulating through her body—organized, controlled, powerful.

Tianlong stopped directly behind her, looking down at her serene face. Her silver hair spilled across her shoulders in silky waves, and those golden eyes remained closed in deep meditation.

A smile formed on his lips—genuine, warm.

His hand moved forward slowly, fingers threading through a strand of her silver hair. It was softer than silk, slipping through his fingers like water. He rubbed it between thumb and forefinger, savoring the texture.

Then his hand moved to her temple, brushing gently against the side of her head.

Her eyebrow twitched.

Once.

Twice.

Her expression shifted slightly, a cute flutter of confusion crossing her features as her concentration wavered. But she didn’t open her eyes yet, still trying to maintain her meditation.

Tianlong’s smile widened.

’My thick, milf wife,’ he thought, admiring her curvy body. ’Seated there with her nine tails, so focused... it makes me want to tease her.’

His hands moved to the sash of his robe. With practiced ease, he untied it, and the black fabric slid off his shoulders like liquid silk. The robe pooled at his feet, leaving him completely naked.

His cock hung between his legs—already semi-hard, thick and heavy. The shaft was veined, the head flushed dark with blood. Even at rest, it was an impressive nine inches.

He stepped closer to Akane, positioning himself directly in front of her face. His cock was right there, inches from her closed eyes and parted lips. The musky scent of sex still clung to it—remnants of his earlier activities with other women.

Tianlong tilted his hips forward and gripped both of her fox ears gently but firmly.

Then he pressed the thick head of his cock directly against her lips.

Akane’s eyes snapped open instantly.

’!’