Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 314 - Yuna’s Shocking Realization

The moment they disappeared from sight, Yuna’s ears drooped completely.

Her crimson eyes, which had been blazing with fury and confusion just moments before, now glistened with something far more painful.

She didn’t resist anymore, her body going almost limp as Yu Xiang dragged her forward.

He’d stopped. He’d chosen the academy over her.

Behind them, still standing in the corridor surrounded by whispering students, Aelric remained frozen.

His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his blonde eyes staring at the empty corner where they’d disappeared.

His hand moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as a sudden, sharp pain lanced through him.

"What the hell...?" he muttered, his voice barely audible. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His knees buckled slightly, and he staggered, catching himself against the wall.

The pain wasn’t physical—or at least, it shouldn’t have been.

It felt like something invisible had wrapped around his leg, holding him in place, crushing him from the inside out.

He tried to take a step forward, his mind screaming at him to move, to go after her, to fix this mess somehow.

But his body wouldn’t respond.

"Wait... I need to help her." The words came out strained, desperate.

And then, without warning, a shadow fell over him.

Before Aelric could react, something hard and precise connected with the back of his neck—a perfectly executed strike that sent his consciousness spiraling into darkness.

His body crumpled to the stone floor with a dull thud.

Standing over him, partially concealed by the play of shadows along the corridor wall, was Tianlong.

[ Absolute domain active: Influencing emotions of two targets. ]

His expression was calm, clearly ignoring the window which revealed how subtly he was influencing both of these people’s emotions a bit, almost subtle since he could not create non-existing ones but influence existing ones, as he looked down at the unconscious blonde protagonist sprawled at his feet.

"How sad," he said softly, his voice carrying just enough mockery to make it sting. "Did you just abandon your woman when she needed you most?"

He stepped over Aelric’s prone form without a second glance, his footsteps echoing down the corridor as he moved in the direction Yu Xiang and Yuna had gone.

A notification flickered across his vision, translucent and glowing.

[ Protagonist Favorability Decreased: 89% => 79% ]

[ Current Status: Yuna’s trust in Aelric has been significantly damaged. Continue interference to widen the gap. ]

Tianlong’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. A ten percent drop in a single encounter.

That was better than he’d expected, though he knew full well that favorability could recover if he didn’t play his cards right now.

And right now, he could play a small victim game too and fulfill his wife’s demand.

His pace quickened as he rounded the corner, his enhanced senses immediately locking onto the two women ahead.

Yu Xiang was still dragging Yuna forward with that same iron grip, her posture radiating smug satisfaction.

Yuna’s red hair hung limply around her face, her ears still flattened, her entire demeanor screaming defeat.

Tianlong didn’t waste time on subtlety. He raised his voice, letting it ring out across the corridor with just the right mix of concern and alarm.

"Miss Yuna! Stop! What happened?!"

Both women froze.

"You—" Yu Xiang started, her smile widening.

’She is breaking character, shit.’ But Tianlong was already closing the distance, his expression painted with perfect, genuine-looking worry.

His eyes moved between Yuna’s tear-streaked face and Yu Xiang’s cold grip on her wrist, and his jaw tightened.

"Yuna," he said, composed while glancing at Yuna. "What’s going on here? Why are you crying?"

Yuna’s lips parted, her voice trembling as she tried to form words. "P-Professor, I—"

But before she could finish, the hand gripping her wrist suddenly released.

Yu Xiang stepped forward, placing herself directly between Yuna and Tianlong. Her movements were deliberate, predatory, as she closed the distance until she was mere inches from him.

Her finger extended, pressing firmly against the center of his chest.

"Now, who are you, ’mister’?" she purred, leaning in with an assertive tilt of her head. Her breath was warm against his face, her violet goggles reflecting his composed expression. "I don’t recall seeing such a... ’handsome’ face among the faculty."

Tianlong’s eyes closed briefly. Inwardly, he was screaming. ’What the fuck is this woman doing?!’

But outwardly, he remained perfectly calm, even managing a slight chuckle. "Professor, I believe we’re getting off topic—"

Behind them, Yuna’s entire body went rigid.

Her crimson eyes widened in shock as she watched the stern, professional woman who had been dragging her through the academy suddenly transform into something else entirely. The cold authority melted away, replaced by something sultry, almost predatory.

’What... what is she doing?’

Yu Xiang suddenly stepped back, clearing her throat with an exaggerated cough. Her hand flew to her mouth as if she’d just realized what she’d done.

"Oh my," she said, her voice dripping with false embarrassment. "My bad. You just looked so ’hot’ standing there. I couldn’t help myself."

Yuna’s hands trembled at her sides. ’Is she... is she flirting with him?’

The pieces clicked together in her mind with horrifying clarity. This woman—this ’professor’—was clearly interested in Tianlong. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Tianlong ignored Yu Xiang completely, his attention shifting fully to Yuna. His expression hardened with concern as he stepped around the professor.

"Miss Yuna," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension. "What happened? Tell me everything. Is this woman bullying you?"

"P-Professor..." Yuna’s voice cracked as she tried to explain. "She’s a professor of the academy too. Her name is Professor Xiang, and I... I didn’t mean to—"

"She slapped me," Yu Xiang interrupted smoothly, her finger pointing to her own cheek. "Right here, Professor. You see?"

She leaned closer to Tianlong, tilting her face as if displaying the evidence. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her eyes roamed over him with shameless hunger.

"Here... and here..."

Yuna’s jaw dropped.

The woman was practically undressing him with her gaze, right in front of her. The boldness of it, the sheer audacity, left her speechless.

’She’s... she’s really interested in him...’

Tianlong’s eyes narrowed, his expression shifting to one of shock as he turned back to Yuna. "What? You actually slapped a professor, Miss Yuna? Is that true?"

"N-No! Professor, it was a misunderstanding! I thought she was—"

’CRACK.’

The slap came without warning.

Yu Xiang’s palm connected with Yuna’s cheek with enough force to snap her head to the side. The sound echoed through the corridor like a thunderclap.

Yuna’s hand flew to her face, her eyes wide with disbelief as tears immediately began streaming down her cheeks.

"How dare you speak when ’I’m’ trying to explain," Yu Xiang said coldly, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Know your place, student."

Yuna’s entire body trembled. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her head lowering in submission as shame washed over her.

Tianlong’s jaw tightened. He turned to Yu Xiang, his voice dropping into a firmer, more authoritative register.

"Professor Xiang," he said slowly, deliberately. "I’m new here, so I don’t know all the rules yet. But I can understand that what just happened was wrong."

He took a step closer, his presence suddenly more imposing. "If you want to resolve this situation, we can talk it out. But you don’t need to assault a student in the presence of another professor."

The words hung in the air for a moment.

Then Yu Xiang moved.

Her hand shot down without hesitation, her palm pressing directly against his crotch.

Yuna’s head snapped up, her tear-filled eyes widening in absolute horror as she witnessed the brazenly inappropriate touch.

’She... she just...’

Yu Xiang’s fingers gave a deliberate squeeze, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she looked up at Tianlong through her goggles.

"How about this, ’Professor’," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "You do whatever I say for a few hours, and maybe—’maybe’—I’ll consider letting this little incident slide."

Her hand moved slightly, exploring. "I want to check if this thickness is real, after all."

Yuna blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. The tears on her cheeks felt cold against her flushed skin as realization crashed over her.

’This... this is what’s happening here?’

’She wants him to... to...’

Both Tianlong and Yu Xiang shared the exact same thought in that moment, their internal voices screaming in perfect unison.

’Fuck, why is this so CRINGE—!’