Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 365 - Tianlong Got Two Cheats

He breathed out slowly, his cock now fully erect again—all nine inches standing proud. "Indeed. That’s your ability." He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. "You want to learn how to use it?"

Her eyes widened. "New ability?"

"Yeah." He leaned closer, his voice dropping. "You wanted to become as strong as Yu Xiang, don’t you?"

Something fierce sparked in Yuna’s ruby eyes. She shot to her feet suddenly, surprising him.

Then she wobbled, nearly falling. "Wait—"

She looked down at herself in shock. Her body felt... complete. Whole. The soreness from being thoroughly fucked was gone. The aches, the stretched feeling—all of it healed.

She stared at her own skin in wonder. "How...?"

Before he could answer, something formed in her hand. A sword—no, not quite. A crystalline red blade materialized from nothing, her hand seeming to dissolve into the weapon itself as if her flesh had become one with the blade.

She blinked at it, then at him.

Tianlonng squinted slightly, his analytical mind already cataloging this new development.

’!’

Suddenly a glint passed through Yuna’s eyes unknowingly.

He thought she looked uncomfortable but immediately realized what just happened as he coughed and said. "Hey, stop.... Are you going to kill me?"

"What? No!" Yuna rushed toward him, the blade vanishing as she placed her delicate hand on his bare chest. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I don’t know how—"

He chuckled, the sound rumbling beneath her palm as his heary drummed against his chest before calming with his Qi. "You sure can control blood, huh?"

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her cat ears twitched at the gentle affection.

Yuna’s gaze drifted to the nearby mirror. What she saw made her freeze.

Her reflection showed everything. Her pussy—what had been a normally tight slit—was now bloomed open, the pink petals of her inner labia visible between swollen outer lips.

She had become a woman, thoroughly and completely.

He had fucked her so hard, so deep, that her body bore the evidence of his claiming.

Red pubic hair, slightly matted with dried fluids. Her nipples stood tight and hard, dark pink points on her modest breasts. Bite marks dotted her neck and shoulders, already fading as her body healed itself.

Her hair cascaded down to her ass in crimson waves, and her tail swayed behind her lazily. Milky white skin practically glowed in the dim light, and her cat ears kept twitching with every sound.

Tianlong approached from behind, wrapping his arms around her. His large hands cupped her breasts, the soft flesh overflowing between his fingers. He’d already become habitual to this—the way her body molded to his touch.

She was soft where he was hard. Delicate where he was brutal. And completely his.

Yuna let herself fall back against his chest. He felt like a hard rock monster beneath her—all muscle and controlled power—yet she felt safe. Protected. Owned.

He lowered his head, his teeth finding the sensitive tip of her ear. He gave it a gentle nibble, making her shiver.

"I’m sorry for being rough on you," he murmured against her ear.

Her reflection showed her flushed face, her dilated pupils. "Was it to give me these abilities?"

He chuckled, and this time he didn’t lie. "No. It was just I wanted to fuck you so hard. I lost myself."

Her lips trembled. Crimson flooded her cheeks, spreading down her neck to her chest. She breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling in his grip.

Then something incredible happened.

From her skin itself, a red substance began to emerge—like blood but not quite. It formed into a tight latex-like suit that covered her body from neck to toe. The material hugged every curve, outlining her nipples and the slit of her pussy in obscene detail.

Her tail wrapped around his waist possessively.

Tianlong watched in the mirror as she seemed to spread across his naked body like living clothing. The red material flowed over his skin, forming into a robe that covered him completely—though he could feel her presence in every thread, as if she’d become the fabric itself.

His cock was held gently, as if by an invisible hand, though it was just the robe formed from her essence.

He found himself wearing a robe made entirely of Yuna’s blood-essence, dark crimson with black accents. It looked dangerous. Powerful. Like something an immortal villain would wear.

"Wouldn’t it be awkward to talk with you in this form?" he mused aloud.

Suddenly, a small red cat materialized on his shoulder, emerging from the symbiotic robe. It had the same crimson coloring as Yuna’s hair and eyes. The little creature rubbed its face against his cheek affectionately, its tail swaying behind it.

Now that was a look—some overpowered villain shit right there.

The robe itself radiated dangerous energy, practically screaming "stay away" to anyone with functioning survival instincts. He looked like he’d stepped out of the upper realms, a grandiose immortal with power leaking from every pore.

Tianlong stretched out his hand experimentally. For trial purposes, he focused his will.

A sharp red blade materialized in his grip, seemingly conjured from nothing. The weapon hummed with power, its edge impossibly sharp.

He swung it casually.

WHOOSH!

A gust of wind erupted from the motion, throwing everything loose in the room across the floor. Furniture rattled. The curtains whipped violently.

But the blade didn’t break.

He’d poured his Qi into it at the Divine Transformation realm level—enough power to shatter most weapons instantly. Yet this blade held firm, not even a hairline crack appearing along its edge.

"Now that’s something," he said with satisfaction. The blade vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

It was as if Yuna was reading his mind—or more likely, sensing his intent through their connection. Her blood essence moved with his thoughts, responding to his muscle movements, his every twitch and gesture.

It was as if she was there—her soft body always pressed against him, clinging to feel his warmth, to be close to him in this intimate, constant way.

"You happy?" he asked aloud.

The small cat on his shoulder purred, then Yuna’s voice emerged—soft but clear. "Will you hate me if I kill that Yu Xiang bitch?"

Tianlong shrugged his shoulders, making the cat adjust its balance. "Don’t hurt her. You’re both precious to me."

A moment of silence.

Then he moved toward where Lyra stood. "Open the doors to the outside. Let’s see what my other wives are doing."

Lyra bowed and moved to comply, her consciousness form gliding across the room.

As the doors began to open, Tianlong smirked to himself. Yuna in this form was going to be useful—very useful. A living weapon and armor combined, powered by a legendary bloodline ability, and completely loyal.

He stepped toward the threshold, ready to Introduce Yuna to other of his wives.

The cat on his shoulder mewed softly, and he could feel Yuna’s nervousness thrumming through the fabric-form wrapped around his body.

"Relax," he murmured. "They’re going to love you."

Or hate her.

Either way, now he do not need to worry as she was strong enough and really effective.

If he were to say, Yu Xiang’s intangibility and Yuna’s blood weapon... isn’t he just a walking cheat?