Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 346- Sabrina and Tianlong on a Trip
Blood splattered across the stone walls like abstract art as Sabrina continued her rampage through the dining hall. Bodies littered the floor—some groaning, most silent.
Every red-haired catkin male who’d been feasting moments ago now lay beaten, broken, their fancy banquet turned into a slaughterhouse.
Sabrina finally stopped, chest heaving, her white tiger ears twitching as she wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand.
The crimson smeared across her pale skin, making her look even more feral. Her golden eyes locked onto Tianlong, who still stood calmly on the dining table, hands casually tucked into his robe.
"Now what?" Sabrina’s voice dripped with irritation.
Tianlong shrugged his shoulders, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "What a good kitten I have, hearing master’s word."
Sabrina’s expression darkened instantly. Her claws extended, and she took a threatening step forward. "Tell that again and you’re dead, you bastard."
Tianlong blinked innocently, tilting his head. "Is this a trend where wives abuse their husbands?"
Sabrina’s mouth twitched violently. "What husband?"
Tianlong ignored her completely, stepping down from the table with deliberate grace. His boots landed softly on the blood-slicked floor as he surveyed the groaning men scattered around like discarded toys. His gaze swept over them methodically before he spoke.
"So," he said casually, crouching down near one particularly loud groaner, "who here is the father of Yuna?"
"Aagrh..." One man’s groaning intensified—louder, more desperate. The sound was grating, like nails on stone.
Tianlong’s eyes narrowed slightly before he glanced back at Sabrina with mock concern. "See what you’ve done to my father-in-law?"
Sabrina’s mouth twitched again, her jaw clenching. "What? Who?"
Ignoring her sputtering protest, Tianlong reached down and grabbed the man by his collar, lifting him effortlessly with one hand as though he weighed nothing.
The catkin male dangled there, blood dripping from his mouth, his red hair matted with sweat and dirt.
With his other hand, Tianlong reached into his robe and pulled out the black butterfly—the one that had been perched on his shoulder this entire time. He held it delicately between two fingers, bringing it close to the battered man’s face.
"Is this the guy you want to save?" Tianlong asked softly, placing the butterfly near the man’s ear.
Naturally, he heard nothing from the butterfly.
But inside that tiny prison of dark magic, Yuna could see everything.
Yuna’s eyes widened in absolute horror as she watched her father dangling helplessly in Tianlong’s grip. Her hands pressed against the invisible walls of her confinement as tears streamed down her face.
"What have you done, Professor?!" she screamed, though no sound escaped the butterfly’s sealed space. "You’ve beaten my dad!?"
Her voice cracked with disbelief and anguish. This wasn’t what she’d asked for. She’d thought he was going to save her mother—not send some insane tiger woman to brutalize her entire family!
Her chest heaved with sobs as she watched her relatives lying broken across the hall.
But then Tianlong spoke again, and his words cut through her despair like a blade, as if already knowing what Yuna would say in this situation given this world’s background and her nature.
"Oh, are you having some kind of sympathy for the men who were having a party here while your mother was about to die in a barrel filled with arrows?"
Yuna froze.
Her lips parted, trembling. She wanted to argue—wanted to say something like, ’But aren’t they men? They should stay here where it’s safe.’ But the words died in her throat as she stared at Tianlong’s face, so close now through the butterfly’s view.
One thought struck her like lightning.
’Isn’t Professor... also a man?’
Her jaw clenched. Her head dropped as shame flooded through her veins. Why had she expected—no, ’accepted’—that it was normal for her father to remain at home feasting while her mother fought for survival? Shouldn’t he have been helping too? In ’some’ way?
Her fists balled up inside the butterfly prison as realization crashed over her in waves.
Tianlong watched the butterfly for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Then he turned back toward Yuna’s father—and without warning, hurled him across the hall.
The man’s body flew through the air like a ragdoll before slamming into the stone wall with a sickening ’thud’. He crumpled to the ground with a choked groan, blood pooling beneath him.
Tianlong stretched his back lazily, cracking his neck from side to side as if he’d just woken from a nap. "Let’s go meet mother-in-law," he said casually. "Taking this piece of trash along wouldn’t be a good thing." He glanced around at the broken men littering the floor. "I’ll motivate all the women of this trashy clan later. Let’s go."
Yuna blinked inside the butterfly, confused by the sudden shift in his tone—and then everything blurred.
Space itself seemed to tear apart.
The air around Tianlong and Sabrina rippled, distorting like heat waves over desert sand.
The butterfly in Tianlong’s hand pulsed with dark energy as a black portal snapped open and passed through them.
"Wait—what are you—" Sabrina started, but her words dissolved into the void.
The banquet hall vanished.
For a split second, they existed nowhere—suspended in a black emptiness where time itself seemed to hold its breath. Yuna’s scream inside the butterfly went unheard as dimensions folded around them like origami.
Then reality snapped back into place.
The stench hit first: blood, sweat, scorched earth.
Tianlong’s boots touched down on churned soil still warm from combat. Around him, the sounds of war echoed—clashing steel, roaring beasts, screams of pain and fury that painted the air with raw violence.
But something was wrong.
The battlefield glowed.
Brilliant green light erupted from the earth in spiraling columns, engulfing thousands of figures in a maelstrom of cultivation magic.
Tianlong’s eyes widened slightly as he processed what he was seeing. ’A trap. They walked right into a trap.’
The catkin warriors—three thousand strong, all female, all wrapped in those impossibly tight latex suits—were caught in the array’s grip. Their screams filled the air as the magic tore at their cultivation channels, burning them from the inside out.
And there, at the center of the chaos, leading the charge even as agony ripped through her body—
A woman.
Thick-bodied, powerful, wrapped in red latex so tight it might as well have been painted on.
Her massive breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples pressing against the thin material in sharp relief.
The suit molded to her pussy with obscene precision, outlining every intimate curve. Red cat ears lay flat against her skull, amber eyes blazing with defiance even as exhaustion and pain threatened to drag her down.
She fought like a cornered predator—claws extended, fangs bared, her cultivation aura crackling around her even as the trap’s magic tried to tear her apart.
Tianlong’s gaze locked onto her.
Recognition flickered across his face—not of the woman herself, but of her resemblance to someone he knew. The red hair. The fierce eyes. The way she moved, even weakened, with that predatory grace.
’Um... she is hot.’
He moved.
One moment he stood at the edge of the battlefield, observing. The next, he was ’there’—arm wrapped around the woman’s waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest with effortless strength.
The three attackers stumbled forward in confusion as their target vanished from reach, their weapons slicing through empty air.
The woman gasped sharply, her thick breasts pressing upward as Tianlong’s arm tightened around her midsection just below them. Her red cat ears twitched frantically, and she twisted her head to see who’d grabbed her—
Her wide amber eyes locked onto Tianlong’s face mere inches away.
He smiled down at her—that same infuriating, confident smirk he always wore—and spoke in a low, teasing tone dripping with amusement:
"Um, who is my mother-in-law among them, by the way?"
