Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 400- To Create an Army

The women scrambled to obey, their arousal overcoming any remaining hesitation.

Five of them immediately dropped to all fours in front of him, forming a perfect line. They arched their backs instinctively, raising their asses high, presenting their holes like animals in heat.

The sight was obscene and beautiful.

Different ass sizes lined up—some small and tight like ripe fruit, others thick and muscular like warriors. Different states of use—some pussies virgin and pink, leaking traces of blood from earlier deflowering. Others stretched and slightly gaped from previous brutal sessions.

One brave woman even presented her asshole, which was still red and slightly open from an earlier anal breeding.

Tianlong approached slowly, each footstep echoing in the suddenly quiet hut.

He reached the first woman—a young virgin with a small, tight ass. He brushed his hand across her cheek.

She flinched, moaning softly. "Ahhn..."

He moved to the second—a mature warrior with a thick, muscular ass. His hand slid over the firm flesh.

She trembled. "Mmmnh..."

Third, fourth, fifth—he touched each ass, feeling the different textures, gauging their readiness.

"Make sure your bodies can hold," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Then his body blurred.

What happened next defied all logic and physical law.

Tianlong’s cultivation—empowered by Earth Formation Layer, multiple bloodline abilities, and the accumulated essence from dozens of women—allowed him to manipulate space and time perception.

He split.

Not physically, but in presence and consciousness.

In the same instant, he existed in twelve places at once.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

Five women screamed simultaneously as his cock buried into each of them.

"AHHHHHN!!!"

"GYAAAHHH!!!"

"NGHHHH!!!"

"F-FUCK!!!"

"OHHHHH!!!"

But he wasn’t done.

Seven more women who’d been waiting behind the first five suddenly felt him enter them too.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

Twelve women. All penetrated simultaneously.

His hips became a blur—literally invisible to even cultivator eyes. He pounded all twelve women at once, his speed so catastrophic that friction should have ignited their pussies and set the hut ablaze.

But it didn’t.

Because between each thrust—in the microscopic fractions of seconds—he pulled back slightly, allowing air to flow, preventing combustion despite the devastating speed.

PAPAPAPAPAPAPAPA!

The sound was apocalyptic. A continuous roar of flesh colliding with flesh, multiplied by twelve, creating a symphony of breeding.

The women’s moans merged into a single chorus.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!"

Their faces all transformed simultaneously—eyes rolling back, tongues lolling out, drool pouring.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

Tianlong’s consciousness experienced all twelve pussies at once. The tight grip of virgins. The experienced clutch of warriors. The desperate rippling of mature women’s channels.

All of it. Simultaneously.

"CUMMING!"

"ME TOO!"

"CAN’T HOLD IT!"

"AHHHHHN!!!"

One by one, they erupted.

GUSH! GUSH! GUSH! GUSH! GUSH!

Twelve fountains of clear fluid sprayed backward, creating a shimmering mist in the air that caught the light. The floor became a lake. The air became humid with sex.

Tianlong’s split forms coalesced back into one.

He stood behind the last woman in the original line—a thick, mature MILF with heavy, lactating breasts and a perfectly round ass that jiggled with each breath.

He was still inside her, buried to the absolute hilt.

"Haahh... haahh... s-so full..." she panted, barely conscious.

Tianlong reached around with both hands and gripped her massive breasts. They overflowed his large hands completely, soft and heavy, nipples already leaking milk from arousal.

He squeezed.

Milk sprayed.

Then, using only his cock and the grip on her breasts, he lifted her entire body off the ground.

"OHHHHH GODS!!!"

She hung there, impaled, suspended in the air by nothing but his shaft and his hands.

Her thick MILF body was on full display—copper skin glistening with sweat, belly soft from bearing children, breasts enormous and lactating, thighs thick and trembling, pussy stretched impossibly wide around his cock.

Her eyes rolled back, showing only whites. Her tongue hung out, drool dripping onto her breasts and running down to mix with her leaking milk.

Tianlong looked around at the semiconscious women scattered throughout the hut. At their glowing bodies. At the power he’d given them.

At his conquest.

"Now," he declared, his voice echoing not just through the hut but somehow carrying across the entire tribal grounds, "it’s time to make my new fuck holes the rulers of this land."

He pulled on the MILF’s breast, squeezing brutally. Milk sprayed in thick streams.

Then he leaned forward and sealed his mouth over her nipple.

He bit down gently and sucked hard, drinking deeply from his bred, lactating bitch.

The taste was sweet, rich, infused with cultivation energy.

"IANNNNNGHHH~~~" she moaned, her voice breaking into sobs of overwhelming pleasure. "Y-yes Master... yes... breed us... use us... make us strong... we’re yours... all yours..."

Her words dissolved into incoherent babbling as another orgasm crashed through her suspended body.

Tianlong bit harder, his teeth grazing her nipple, never stopping his drinking. His other hand continued to squeeze her other breast, milk spraying onto the floor below.

Around him, the hut was filled with the aftermath of conquest.

Dozens of women lay unconscious or barely conscious, all glowing with newfound power. All bred. All filled with his seed. All transformed.

Hours passed in a blur of flesh, screams, and conquest.

Tianlong bred them all.

Every. Single. Woman.

The young virgins who screamed and bled. The mature warriors who tried to fight back. The shy gatherers who’d never known a man’s touch. The lactating mothers who begged for his seed.

All of them.

By the time the last woman collapsed—unconscious, cum-leaking, glowing with newfound power—Tianlong finally stopped.

He stood in the center of the hut, surrounded by dozens of naked, broken bodies. His cock finally began to soften, the marathon session finally catching up even to his monstrous stamina.

Sweat dripped from every inch of his body. His muscles ached—a pleasant burn from hours of relentless fucking.

He took a deep breath.

Then, with a thought, his crimson robes materialized around him. The fabric appeared from nothing, wrapping his body, covering his nakedness, giving him the appearance of dignity despite what he’d just done.

He walked toward the entrance, stepping carefully over the bodies of his new concubines.

When he pushed aside the entrance flap, the sight that greeted him made him pause.

Night was falling. The sky had turned deep purple, stars beginning to emerge. But that wasn’t what caught his attention.

It was the women.

Dozens of them—the ones he’d bred early this morning—sat in perfect meditation poses throughout the village clearing. All of them naked. All of them glowing with cultivation energy so intense it created visible halos around their bodies.

Their eyes were closed. Their breathing synchronized. Their massive breasts rose and fell in rhythm.

And the power radiating from them...

"Incredible," Tianlong muttered, his eyes scanning the scene.

He could feel it. Every single one of them had reached Chief-level cultivation. Bronze Body, Silver Body, Gold Body—realms that normally took years or decades to achieve. He’d given it to them in hours through breeding.

He’d literally created a tribe of powerhouses overnight.

The evidence of their breeding was obvious. Cum still leaked from their pussies, creating small puddles beneath their seated forms. Their bellies were slightly distended. Their nipples were raw and swollen. Their thighs bore his handprints.

But they didn’t care. They cultivated, absorbing the massive influx of power he’d given them, stabilizing their foundations.

Tianlong walked forward slowly, his eyes distant, thinking.

’If I hold back my cultivation in this world, I’ll be destroyed,’ he thought.

He was strong. But not invincible.

’If I can’t defeat them with quality,’ he concluded, ’then I’ll overwhelm them with quantity.’

An army of loyal, powerful women. All bred by him. All empowered by him. All willing to die for him.

That was his path forward.

He reached the edge of the village clearing and stopped, looking toward the dark forest beyond.

Something moved in the shadows.

His eyes narrowed.

Then—

WHOOSH!

A massive boulder—easily the size of a house—came hurtling through the air like a cannonball. It screamed through the distance, aimed directly at Tianlong’s head.

He didn’t move.

Instead, he raised one hand lazily.

BOOM!

The boulder collided with an invisible barrier ten feet in front of him and exploded into thousands of fragments. The shield—a dome of compressed earth energy—covered the entire village, protecting everything within.

Dust settled.

Tianlong lowered his hand and spoke, his voice calm but carrying across the distance.

"Isn’t it bad manners to attack a man while he’s eating with his wives?"

From the tree line, figures emerged.

First came an old woman. She looked ancient—skin wrinkled like dried leather, white hair tied in a severe bun, eyes sharp despite her age. She wore robes of dark green, marking her as someone of importance.

But it wasn’t her that made Tianlong’s eyes narrow.

It was what followed her.

Women. Dozens of them. But not like Kaira’s tribe.

These women had silver skin—literally metallic, gleaming in the moonlight. They were tall, muscular, beautiful in an alien way. They moved with predatory grace, weapons in hand, eyes locked on Tianlong with clear killing intent.

A different race. Silver Fang Tribe was copper-skinned. These women were something else entirely.

The old woman stopped thirty feet from the barrier. Her entourage spread out behind her, forming a loose semicircle.

She studied Tianlong for a long moment, her eyes scanning the village behind him—the meditating women, the hut where dozens more lay unconscious, the obvious signs of what had transpired.

"Able to make women strong just by breeding," she finally said, her voice raspy but carrying power. "What kind of strange forbidden art is this?"

Tianlong smiled. Not friendly. Predatory.

"It’s not an art," he said simply. "It’s a choice. I choose whom to give power to."

The old woman’s eyes narrowed. Her weathered face showed clear calculation.

"Then you could make my tribe strong as well," she said. It wasn’t a question.

"No."

"No?"

"I breed my women. My tribe. My family." Tianlong’s voice hardened. "Not random strangers who throw rocks at my home."

The old woman’s jaw tightened. Behind her, the silver-skinned warriors shifted, hands gripping weapons tighter.

"You misunderstand your position, young man," she said, her tone dropping dangerously low. "You will share this power. Willingly or unwillingly."

"Is that so?"

"That is—"

Before she could finish, every silver-skinned warrior behind her surged forward as one.

WHOOSH!

They moved fast—cultivation-enhanced speed turning them into blurs. Spears, swords, and bare fists all aimed at Tianlong.

But he was faster.

In his hands, two swords materialized. Black blades with crimson edges, radiating killing intent so thick the air itself seemed to distort around them.

His smile widened into something dark and terrible.

"It seems," he said, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation, "I need to fulfill my duties as a husband."