Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 319 - Tianlong’s Approach to Deal with Kitty
The pleasure room flickered with candlelight, carrying its soft, familiar aroma, while the red curtains strained to contain the mildly pungent ooze emanating from the elf lying on the bed.
Sabrina sat sprawled on the couch, one leg kicked up on the armrest, gnawing on a chicken leg like she hadn’t eaten in days. Grease smeared across her dark lips, dripping down her tattooed chin as she tore into the meat with her teeth.
She let out a satisfied burp, loud and unashamed, rubbing her belly through the loose robe. The fabric had fallen open enough to show her abs—still defined despite the feast, tight ridges visible beneath dark skin marked with swirling ink.
"Fuck me, that was good," she muttered, picking at her teeth with a conjured toothpick, eyes half-lidded in contentment.
Her gaze drifted lazily toward the bed where Sylvea still slept, butterflies resting on her like living jewelry. Sabrina’s mind wandered back to earlier—the wasteland, the fox woman, that whole clusterfuck.
’Able to dodge my attacks... strong enough to handle that woman.’
She thought about Akane, the nine-tailed fox who’d caused all that destruction, the one who’d drawn Sabrina to this damn place to begin with. Seeing her—feeling her power—Sabrina knew she was strong. Dangerous even.
But watching that same woman and the butterfly bitch follow Tianlong around like devoted pets?
Controlling two powerhouses like that instead of them using him?
It was fucking hilarious.
A man, at that.
Sabrina shook her head, chuckling to herself, the sound rough and throaty. "What a weird-ass situation."
She tossed the stripped bone aside, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Hence, I’ll just kill him. Later then."
The words barely left her throat when her instincts screamed.
Her eyes snapped to the wall—the one opposite the door—where reality itself seemed to ripple like water disturbed by a stone. The air thickened, pressure building until a figure emerged through the solid surface as if it were nothing but mist.
Black-robed.
Hands clasped behind his back.
Eyes calm, fixed on the floor.
Sabrina’s head tilted, confusion flickering across her features before irritation took over. "What the hell? I expected you to be doing your pathetic job. What are you doing here?"
She stood in a blur, her body crossing ten meters in a heartbeat, leaving only a faint afterimage on the couch.
Her face stopped inches from his, head tilted as she studied him with those sharp, predatory eyes.
But the only answer she got was an exhale.
"Hh..." His breath ghosted across her face, warm and deliberate.
Sabrina’s eyes widened.
It was predatory.
Purple-streaked pupils dilated as she took in his face—cold, dead, filled with clear murderous intent. Not the teasing bastard from before. Not the smug prick cooking in the kitchen.
This was something else entirely.
’!’
’He is about to attack—!’
Her body tensed, every instinct screaming danger as he ignored her completely, turning toward the bed where Sylvea lay sleeping.
He moved with deliberate calm, taking a seat beside the elf, his hand reaching out to rub her jaw gently.
Sylvea stirred, drifting out of sleep.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking up at him—and then she trembled.
Memory hit her like a freight train: him pinning her on that desk, fucking her senseless in front of those professors, her body betraying her with every thrust. Her face flushed hot, jaw clenching as humiliation and arousal twisted together.
"How dare you—" she started, but the words died in her throat.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
She just gulped, fear overriding everything else as she fell silent.
First it was her realization about the fear she initially felt from him when she saw him the first time.
Then him chasing her to the academy, afterwards fucking her several times that she even doubted if she would be sane again.
Now seeing his expression, she felt fear that he was going to fuck her again. So she just decided to shut herself up or what if he just stuffed his cock in her mouth.
His voice cut through the tension, firm and cold, without a hint of the teasing edge he usually carried. "Are you alright?"
Sylvea’s reply came out trembling, instinctive fear making her obedient. "Yes... I’m okay."
Both women—Sylvea and Sabrina—stood frozen, the overwhelming presence radiating from him pinning them in place.
The sharp energy coiling around his body, the vibe he was giving off, was too threatening to ignore.
He muttered a simple, "I see," before standing and turning to face Sabrina.
She stood there, jaw tight, beast instincts screaming at her to run, but she ignored them. Narrowing her gaze, she lifted her hand and placed it on his jaw, fingers pressing against his skin like she didn’t give a fuck.
"What are you looking at, huh?"
His eyes were locked on her, unblinking.
She tried to move his face, applying just enough pressure to assert dominance without breaking bones—yet. But it didn’t budge. Not even a millimeter.
She could exert way more force, enough to shatter his jaw like glass, but something about this whole vibe was wrong.
Off. Dangerous in a way that made her hesitate.
Tianlong stood there, staring at her face—the tattoo crawling from her neck up to her jaw, those sharp, strict eyes burning with defiance, that hair like fire and snow mixed together, tigress-wild. Her dark-toned skin, smooth and marked, so close he could see his reflection in her pupils.
Sharp nose.
Full lips.
Strong hand gripping his face.
Even with all that allure, that raw presence, he felt nothing. No lust. No desire.
He’d lost all the intensity from before, replaced with something colder, sharper.
"What were you doing in that wasteland?"
His mind replayed the Empress’s words—how she’d sent Sabrina here. Naturally, he knew this woman wasn’t some puppet the Empress would need to use her own hand in, when she could manipulate fate, destiny, and reality to make herself vanish from his conscious mind then Sabrina?
She was just a side event happening due to movement of bigger puppet.
So who was the one behind considered puppet here at edge of controlling everything behind the scene.
It was like how immortal sect was personally ordered? In the lower realm there could be someone sitting on the peak to whom empress had personally ordered to make this woman come here and specifically choosing her could only mean that this woman was the perfect candidate that was present within the tiger clan with enough strength and mobility to be thrown out of the main clan.
A pawn.. who can become the queen once sit at the right column.
Sabrina tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. "What? And why do you think I would tell you?"
The words were barely out before his hand shot forward.
Instant.
’!’
"Y—ghk!" A choked gasp was all she could manage.
He grabbed her neck, fingers wrapping around her throat like a vice, yanking her up onto her toes. Her eyes widened in shock, jaw clenching as a glint of rage flared in her gaze.
"How... dare—" she rasped, the words crushed by the pressure on her windpipe.
Before she could finish, his right hand moved.
His entire body coated in glowing qi, power surging through his muscles as he drove a full-force punch into her gut.
BAM!
Directly into her solar plexus.
The shockwave exploded outward, throwing the bed across the room. Sylvea yelped, conjuring a barrier just in time to block debris as the furniture crashed into the wall.
Sabrina’s eyes went wide, a strangled grunt escaping her as spit and air flew from her lips. "Wha—’cough’—the hell—"
Another punch slammed into her, harder this time.
A pained groan tore from her throat as she coughed violently, her whole body convulsing in his grip. She felt her strength draining, legs weakening beneath her. Confusion twisted her features—this wasn’t right. She was stronger than this. She should’ve broken free by now.
"Kghhh... W-what... is... happ...ening—" she wheezed, the words barely audible.
"There was poison in the food you ate."
Her world tilted.
Another punch landed, knuckles leaving a clear imprint through the fabric of her robe, her body becoming nothing more than a punching bag.
A deep, guttural moan rumbled in her chest as she felt her hands going numb, paralysis creeping through her muscles like ice in her veins.
A system window flickered in Tianlong’s vision:
[Deep Paralyzing Poison - 30,000 Harem Points: Purchased ]
Sabrina’s breath hitched, realization crashing down on her like a hammer. A wet, broken sound that might have been a laugh escaped her. "I... ’heh’... lowered... my guard."
She coughed, a thick stream of blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
Another punch.
BAM!
To be honest, the reason he had purchased this paralysis poison was to give it to her in case she tried to harm Sylvea or any other women, and he had added only a very small portion.
However, this woman had consumed so much food that all of it instantly took effect. Yet after all that, she was still able to move, showing how strong body cultivation was, allowing one to nearly gain control over their own physical body.
Her vision blurred, tears streaming down her tattooed cheeks as she muttered through gritted teeth, the words mangled by pain. "You... ’cough’... bass...tard."
Tianlong’s voice was ice. "Tell me what you were doing in the wasteland before I kill you."
The words hit harder than the punches.
She felt it—the very real threat of death hanging over her like a blade. She’d let her guard down. Trusted a man, even for a second.
And this was the result.
"Should’ve... ’cough’... never trusted... a man," she spat, blood flecking her words.
He raised his fist again, ready to deliver another blow. But this time he was slightly hesitant, considering that if she were to use the Gate of Death, which is one of her abilities he had seen through the system, all her powers would be enhanced tenfold, and the result would be catastrophic. Though the chances of her using her boost were minimal, considering he could just become intangible, she was on either the hitting side or the surrendering side. Not him getting any losses.
"The elders!" she choked out, desperation finally cracking her voice. "It was... ’gasp’... the elders! From the... Tiger Clan... T-they banished me... Lied... ’cough’... said I’d... get something... here!"
Tianlong paused, fist hovering mid-air.
"Elders?" He blinked, processing. "I see."
He released her neck.
Sabrina collapsed like a rag doll, but her body—still far stronger than most even in this poisoned state—caught itself. She stumbled back, slamming into the wall hard enough to crack the stone under her grip, her fingers digging in instinctively.
Her vision swam, breath coming in ragged gasps as she coughed, overwhelmed by the force of those punches compounded with the poison ravaging her system.
This was betrayal.
She coughed again, glaring up at him through blurred eyes. "You... ’pant’... cheater... Fought me... head-on... if you were... brave..."
She panted, her body shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to stay upright.
Tianlong stood there for a moment, watching her, before the coldness in his expression slowly melted away. A smirk tugged at his lips as he shrugged, all that murderous intent vanishing like smoke.
"I learned this from you."
He moved forward, closing the distance in two smooth steps, using his thumb to tilt her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.
"Pierce someone’s back. Attack them when they’re most vulnerable, Sabrina."
Her eyes burned with fury and shame, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t fight back. The poison had her locked down, and they both knew it.
"You... piece of... ’shit’..." she growled, the words slurring together. "I would never... ’gasp’... attack from the... back—!"
But before she could complete her words, he added as he moved towards the couch, taking his seat, folding his leg, looking with a smile that was on his calm face, "Men are most vulnerable when they are doing sex—this is exact your words, Sabrina."
