Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 330- Yu Xiang being too selfish
Julia didn’t wait.
Her tiger instincts screamed at her to attack, to show dominance, to prove she wasn’t some weak little kitten. The ground beneath her feet exploded into fragments as she launched herself forward, her muscles bulging with raw, monstrous strength that could shatter steel.
Her fist came crashing toward Xiang’s face—and passed through nothing but air and a swirl of black and violet butterflies.
"What the—!" Julia snarled, spinning around.
The butterflies didn’t fully reform at once. Instead, they coalesced slowly, deliberately. First, Xiang’s tight hips materialized, swaying in a hypnotic circle as the insects wove the silk of her robe around her thick thighs. The fabric clung to every curve, outlining the generous swell of her ass as it rolled from side to side.
Then her slim waist appeared, followed by the full, perfect breasts that rose and fell with each breath. Her shoulders, neck, and finally that beautiful face with those violet eyes—locked directly on Tianlong.
She bit her lower lip, her tongue darting out to wet it as her body fully solidified. "Honey," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Are you watching me?"
Tianlong’s grin widened, his hand still firmly gripping Sylvea’s thick ass. "How could I not?"
Akane’s nine tails bristled violently, her fox ears flattening against her head.
"That shameless butterfly bitch," she hissed under her breath, her grip on Tianlong’s arm tightening possessively. "Husband, she’s just showing off. It’s embarrassing."
"Jealous?" Tianlong asked, clearly amused by the whole situation.
"I am NOT jealous!" Akane snapped, her cheeks flushing red. "I’m just saying she’s being... excessive. Slutty. Disgraceful."
Sylvea pressed herself harder against Tianlong’s side, her massive breasts squishing against his arm. Her thick thighs rubbed together as she whimpered, "S-Sir... am I not enough for you to look at?" Her voice was breathy, needy.
Tianlong’s fingers dug deeper into her ass crack from above her robe, making her gasp. "Call me properly," he commanded.
"H-Husband!" Sylvea moaned, her face buried in his arm. "Please... look at me too..."
"I’m looking at all of you," Tianlong said with a chuckle, his eyes never leaving Xiang’s swaying form. "But Xiang’s putting on a show. Might as well enjoy it."
Julia roared, her fury reaching a boiling point. "STOP IGNORING ME!"
She charged like a raging bull, her body cultivation pushing every muscle fiber to its limit. The earth cracked under her weight as she thundered forward, her shoulder lowered to ram straight through Xiang. Raw physical power radiated from her—the kind that demolished walls and bent iron.
Xiang simply swayed to the side, her hips rolling in a fluid dance-like motion. Julia’s massive charge crashed past her, hitting nothing but air. The tiger girl skidded to a halt, her claws tearing gouges in the earth.
"You’re predictable," Xiang said softly, her body already reforming several feet away.
Julia spun and attacked again—this time with a flurry of punches. Her fists were blurs of motion, each strike capable of pulverizing stone. Left, right, uppercut, hook—a relentless barrage of brute force.
Xiang danced between them. Her hips swayed left as a fist passed through where her torso had been—butterflies now. She pivoted on one foot, her ass jutting out as she leaned back, another punch sailing over her. Her movements were graceful, sensual, deliberate—like she was performing for Tianlong rather than fighting.
"Honey," Xiang called out breathily, "she’s so aggressive. Should I be scared?"
Tianlong’s chuckle was low and appreciative. "You’re enjoying this way too much."
Julia screamed in frustration and launched herself into the air, coming down with both fists aimed to crush Xiang into the ground. The impact would’ve created a crater.
Xiang’s entire body dissolved into butterflies just before impact. The insects scattered in a beautiful spiral, reforming behind Julia—but only the lower half first. Those wide hips materialized, rolling in an exaggerated circle as the silk wove around her thighs.
"Honey," she called out breathily, "do you like this angle?"
Tianlong’s chuckle was low and appreciative. "Very much. Keep going."
"THAT’S IT!" Akane exploded, her tails lashing behind her like angry whips. "Husband! She’s—she’s practically humping the air for you! In front of everyone!"
"I know," Tianlong said, grinning. "But she’s winning, so I’ll allow it."
"Tch! Shameless butterfly whore," Akane muttered under her breath, though her grip on his arm didn’t loosen. If anything, it got tighter, her nails digging into his sleeve possessively.
Sylvea whimpered again, her thick hips grinding against Tianlong’s leg. "Husband... tonight, please... pay attention to me too..." Her voice was desperate, needy.
"Don’t worry," Tianlong murmured, his hand sliding down to cup the fullness of Sylvea’s ass more firmly, making her gasp and shudder. "I’ll take care of all of you. But let Xiang have her fun first."
Xiang heard every word, and her smile became radiant, triumphant. She was winning in more ways than one.
Julia charged again—this time grabbing a massive boulder and hurling it with monstrous strength. The rock whistled through the air like a cannonball.
Xiang tilted her head, and the boulder passed through her dissolving torso, crashing into the far wall. She fully reformed, her hands trailing down her own sides, drawing Tianlong’s eyes to every curve. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Julia was panting now, her body cultivation giving her insane strength but burning through stamina like wildfire. She’d thrown dozens of attacks, and every single one had missed.
"Stand still and FIGHT!" Julia screamed.
Xiang’s expression shifted from playful to cold. "As you wish."
This time, when Julia charged with everything she had left—a full-body tackle that could demolish a building—Xiang didn’t dodge. Julia’s fist connected with Xiang’s stomach with a meaty thud.
For a split second, Julia felt triumph.
Then Xiang’s body rippled. The struck section turned into butterflies, absorbing the impact, while the rest remained solid. Xiang’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Julia’s wrist with deceptive gentleness.
Julia tried to pull back. She couldn’t move.
Xiang’s grip was absolute—the power of an Early Great Vehicle Realm cultivator leagues beyond a body cultivator.
"You rely too much on strength," Xiang said softly, stepping closer, pressing her slender body against Julia’s athletic frame. "Let me show you the difference."
She twisted her wrist—barely any effort—and Julia gasped as she was flipped through the air. She crashed into the ground hard enough to create a crater, ribs cracking from the impact.
Before Julia could recover, Xiang descended gracefully, landing with one foot planted on Julia’s chest. Her other leg bent at the knee, hips cocked dramatically to one side.
The position made her ass jut out perfectly. She looked back over her shoulder at Tianlong. "Honey," she called out breathily, "do you want me to expose... fight more aggressively?"
Sabrina stood off to the side, arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes closed. Her mouth twitched. Once. Twice. A third time.
She’d thought Julia was strong enough. Hell, the girl had raw power—brute, overwhelming body cultivation that could snap bones like twigs. But this? This was a one-sided beatdown.
And that butterfly bitch wasn’t even fighting properly. She was ’performing’. Swaying her hips, arching her back, reforming bit by bit like some fucking courting display. Like an animal in heat showing off for its mate.
Sabrina’s mouth twitched harder.
’These fucking perverted morons.’
Her eyes snapped open, narrowing into slits as she glared at Tianlong and his little harem. Akane’s tails were bristling, but the fox woman was still pressed against his side like she couldn’t bear to be an inch away. Sylvea was practically humping his leg, breathy whimpers spilling from her lips every time his hand moved.
Sabrina’s nose twitched. Her heightened tiger senses caught the scent immediately—unmistakable, thick in the air.
They were ’wet’. Both of them. Aroused. Just from his touch.
Her stomach twisted with disgust and... something else. Confusion.
Her gaze shifted to Tianlong himself. He stood there with that infuriating smirk, one hand groping Sylvea’s ass like it was the most natural thing in the world, his eyes locked on Xiang’s swaying form.
’Why the hell do these women love him so much?’
She didn’t understand it. Couldn’t. They were strong—Akane was a nine-tailed fox, Sylvea had power, and Xiang was clearly leagues above most cultivators. Yet they acted like... like desperate pets begging for scraps of attention.
A memory surfaced, unbidden. Sharp. Cold.
His voice. The way he’d manipulated Aunt Liora. That calculating look in his eyes as he pulled strings, twisted words, bent her aunt’s will without her even realizing it.
Sabrina’s jaw clenched. Her head turned sharply to the side, eyes squeezing shut.
’...Even if every man died in this world... not him.’
She’d rather die alone than submit to that.
"I... I give up!" Julia’s voice cracked through the arena, desperate and breathless. "I give up! Please!"
Sabrina’s eyes snapped open. Her head whipped toward the crater. Julia lay there, her petite, athletic body crumpled on the ground, Xiang’s foot still planted on her chest. Surrendered. Defeated.
Sabrina’s fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms. Her jaw locked tight, teeth grinding together. Her eyes closed again, trying to suppress the rage boiling in her chest.
’Pathetic.’
She wanted to fight. Wanted to charge in there and rip that smug butterfly woman apart. But she wasn’t stupid. Xiang was an Early Great Vehicle Realm cultivator.
Sabrina might be ten times stronger than Julia in base state, but even she couldn’t touch someone who could dissolve into butterflies at will.
Straight fight or not, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t even land a hit.
Her mouth twitched again, jaw still clenched. She exhaled slowly through her nose, forcing herself to stay put.
And then—’of course’—it got worse.
