Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 339 - Tianlong in a War Zone (1)

In a matriarchal society where women held power, men like them clung desperately to whatever authority they could grasp.

Seeing someone like Tianlong—someone who’d clearly claimed by the "Beast Champion" Sabrina herself—ignited something petty and territorial in them.

But Sabrina did not care a bit what those men were even thinking in their minds.

Seeing them arrive here, especially considering they were ’men’, Sabrina knew they were most probably here to deliver some message.

The main clan rarely sent male representatives to branch families unless it was to demonstrate hierarchy, to remind lesser clans of their place.

Ruffling her hair in frustration, her jaw clenched as she spat out, "What are people from the main clan doing here? After acting all pitiful and ’taking’ my reward?"

Hearing her words, both delegates yelled in unison, their voices sharp with indignation—and poorly masked jealousy. "Young Miss Sabrina! It was ’you’ who ran away from the reward, insulting our Matriarch! And now that we have arrived here to give you a last chance to come along, how dare you try to act almighty and show off your husband like this—’naked’!"

Hearing that, Sabrina’s face flushed with anger. "What the hell! He’s ’not’ my husband!"

At which both delegates looked at each other, their expressions shifting from outrage to something more calculated.

They breathed deeply before one of them extended his hand, holding out an ornate scroll sealed with the main clan’s sigil.

"Here. Take this. We hope you understand what this is." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Sabrina snatched the decree from his hand, her claws nearly tearing the parchment as she unrolled it. Her eyes scanned the elegant script, and with each word, her mouth twitched harder.

It was written that she was withdrawing from the competition reward.

And in compensation for not being able to ask whatever she wanted from the Matriarch—the reward she’d ’earned’—she would instead be bestowed a "simple trip" to Menland Massage Island for a six-month vacation.

Her mouth twitched violently as she muttered, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

She was shocked. This compensation hit her harder than she expected.

She’d left the competition she’d ’won’, abandoning her reward—which was to ask ’anything’ from the Matriarch. Naturally, she would have asked to be trained personally by her, the highest honor any branch family member could receive.

But now? She was getting a notice from the main clan telling her to go on a vacation and fuck with some men rather than coming to claim her rightful reward?

What kind of ’nonsense’ was this?

"May I look at it?" Before she could utter something sharp, Tianlong’s voice cut through, calm and analytical.

He stepped forward, his hand resting casually on his waist. His body was muscular, tight—sculpted like a god. His nine-inch cock hung freely, still glistening faintly.

"Isn’t it too much of a coincidence that these people arrived the ’moment’ you arrived back at the branch family?"

He paused, letting the words sink in.

His gaze shifted to the two delegates, and he noticed it immediately—the way their eyes kept darting down, comparing themselves to him.

The way their jaws clenched when they looked at Sabrina, then back at his cock.

Pathetic little men with pathetic little egos, clinging to borrowed authority because they had nothing else.

"Most probably, it was your aunt who called them."

Hearing that, both men’s faces went pale. Their mouths twitched, eyes widening as they looked toward the man who’d just spoken so boldly. One of them stammered, "W-what are you speaking?"

It was as if the cat had gotten their tongue.

However, his words did not seem enough as they looked into the eyes of Sabrina, who narrowed her gaze suspiciously, trying to control their composure and not give away the suspicion he had thrown on them.

But Tianlong was a bastard; they likely had never met before—

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous as he poked them. "What’s wrong? Did I hit too close to home? Or are you just distracted by what you have

... ’puny’?"

The taller delegate’s face flushed red, rage and humiliation mixing together. "You—!"

Sabrina slowly lifted her gaze, her sharp tiger eyes narrowing as they locked onto both delegates. Her jaw clenched hard enough that her fangs showed.

"You ’bastards’," she uttered, her voice dropping to a predatory growl.

She realized it now. This was just another plot from Meilin. Her ’aunt’.

The woman who had been caught just a few hours ago colluded with the main clan led by Tianlong.

The anger surged through her veins, hot and violent, especially because she hadn’t been able to see through it. She’d actually thought this decree was legitimate, from the main clan itself.

"How ’dare’ you!"

In a flash, Sabrina’s hands shot forward. Her claws wrapped around both men’s necks, lifting them off the ground effortlessly.

"KHWACK—COUGH... URGHH—!" They coughed, gagged, their legs kicking uselessly in the air.

"S-stop! Do you even know what you’re doing?!" one of them choked out.

Sabrina’s grip tightened, her fury blinding her. Her body trembled with rage as she squeezed harder, feeling their windpipes collapse slightly beneath her fingers.

While she held them aloft, Tianlong casually picked up the decree she’d dropped. He read through it slowly, his expression amused.

Then he chuckled, lifting his gaze to see both men dangling in the air, held by her deadly grip.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone dry. "Wow. You’re really strong... strong enough to kill delegates from the ’main’ clan."

Hearing that, Sabrina’s body flinched violently. Her eyes snapped toward him, wide with shock. "What? Didn’t you say they were ’fake’?"

Tianlong shook his head, his expression calm. "I said it was a coincidence for their arrival here. I didn’t say they were fake."

Hearing his words, her mouth twitched. She looked down at both men—eyes closed, faces purple, bodies limp.

’Dead.’

She’d killed them.

Her hands opened reflexively, and both corpses fell to the ground with dull thuds. She tried to control her fury, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

Her claws trembled as she clenched her fists, eyes squeezed shut.

Tianlong snapped his fingers.

Instantly, black cloth draped over his body—a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold thread, as if woven by a perverted, horny god and gifted directly to an emperor. He looked regal now, commanding.

Then he casually slipped the decree into his pocket.

Sabrina’s eyes snapped open, glaring at him. She didn’t care what he did with that cursed thing. But before she could speak, Tianlong said, his tone casual, "So, should we go to the main clan to ask for the reward they’re giving ’compensation’ for?"

Sabrina clenched her jaw, shaking her head slowly. "It’s impossible. It would be illegal, against the rules. And the Matriarch is already at a level no one can go against—not even ten of someone like me."

Tianlong tilted his head, his crimson-gold eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then what if... we get votes to prove the whole competition was rigged? Get everyone to demand it happen again?"

Sabrina glared at him, her voice sharp. "Do you really think others are fools? Why would they do that?"

Tianlong smirked. "Didn’t they lose either way? This would be their chance to regain trust. So what you suggest?"

Sabrina ruffled her hair in frustration, strands falling across her face as she let out a heavy breath. "Doesn’t matter either way."

Tianlong raised an eyebrow, watching her carefully.

She continued, her voice tinged with resignation. "Since even if we are able to pursue them, they won’t participate—especially those catkins. They’re dealing with internal feuds and battles against the rabbit tribe. Both clans have become busy dealing with each other."

She crossed her arms beneath her chest, inadvertently pushing her breasts up against the fabric of her robe. "Since the catkins are under the fifth inner circle, their participation in the competition is important. Naturally, they were the ones we had the best chance to convince."

Her jaw clenched as she continued. "But now, with them having a shared border territory at the edge with the fourth inner circle, creating constant feuds between both tribes... they’re too busy to care about some competition vote."

Tianlong thought for a moment, his crimson-gold eyes narrowing. He blinked, then said slowly, "So you mean... if we want to get that main clan competition of the fifth inner circle to happen again, we need the support of the catkins?"

Sabrina glanced at him, her tiger ears twitching slightly. "Kind of. But not entirely. We need votes from other clans too. I mentioned the catkins because they’re much simpler to handle compared to the others."