Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 100- Saving a Damsel in Distress
Song Mei was quiet for a long moment, processing, then—
Nodded slowly.
"I suppose—if she has to belong to someone—better him than the merchant’s son the village was planning to marry her to."
"Practical," Zhen Yǐng observed approvingly.
She stood—her new legs still unsteady—and stretched, her thick thighs and full breasts drawing Song Mei’s eyes involuntarily.
"Your body—" Song Mei said hesitantly. "In human form, it’s—it’s very—"
"Fat?" Zhen Yǐng supplied with a slight edge.
"Beautiful," Song Mei corrected firmly. "Very beautiful. Like a fertility goddess."
Zhen Yǐng’s expression softened, unused to genuine compliments from other women.
"Thank you," she said quietly, then—sat down near Song Mei, her massive ass spreading across the stone.
"So—" Zhen Yǐng said after a pause. "Tell me about what men like. What human men prefer in their women."
Song Mei blinked. "I—I wouldn’t know. Last night was my first time with anyone."
"You’re a virgin?" Zhen Yǐng said incredulously. "But you’re—what, twenty-three?"
"Twenty-three with no prospects," Song Mei confirmed. "No man wanted the ugly daughter."
"You’re not ugly—" Zhen Yǐng said automatically, then paused. "Wait. If you were a virgin, then how do you know what men like?"
"I don’t," Song Mei admitted. "I was hoping you’d know since you—you know—you’re older—"
"I was a virgin too!" Zhen Yǐng protested. "Three hundred years old and never mated until yesterday!"
Both women stared at each other, then—
"So neither of us knows what we’re doing?" Song Mei asked.
"Apparently not," Zhen Yǐng confirmed.
Another pause, then—
Song Mei muttered under her breath, just loud enough to hear:
"At least I’m not the only inexperienced one—"
Zhen Yǐng’s head snapped toward her, amethyst eyes flashing.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" Song Mei said quickly, but—
Their eyes met, and both of them glared.
Competitive tension rising between them despite their circumstances, both silently measuring themselves against the other—
Who was more valuable to him? Who pleased him better? Who would rank higher in his affections?
But neither voiced these thoughts. Just—
Sat in tense silence, waiting for their man to return.
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Cang descended from the sky about a mile from Clearwater Village, not wanting to cause immediate panic with a dramatic entrance.
He walked the remaining distance, his spiritual sense extended, scanning the area—
And immediately noticed something wrong.
The village felt—off. Not empty, exactly, but—subdued. Like everyone was moving through thick syrup, their actions slow and mechanical.
’What the fuck—?’
He entered the main street, and—
Saw them.
Villagers going about daily tasks, but—wrong. Their eyes were glazed. Their movements jerky. And on their exposed skin—
Small welts. Raised bumps that looked almost like insect bites, but—pulsing. Moving slightly beneath the skin.
’Parasites?’ Cang’s eyes narrowed. ’Some kind of demonic cultivation technique?’
And then he heard it—
Crying.
A young woman’s voice, terrified and desperate.
He followed the sound to a side alley, and—
There.
Three men. Two thuggish-looking commoners and one better-dressed young man—clearly merchant class from his silk robes.
And between them—
A girl. Maybe nineteen years old. Beautiful in a way Song Mei wasn’t—delicate features, large eyes currently filled with tears, long dark hair pulled into a braid.
And they were touching her.
One man had her arms pinned. Another was groping her breasts through her simple dress, squeezing roughly while grinning.
And the merchant boy—
Had his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her dress, his tongue extending to lick her neck despite her struggles.
"Stop—!!" The girl sobbed. "Please—!! I don’t want—!!"
"Quiet, pretty thing—" the merchant boy said, his voice oily. "You’re going to be my wife soon anyway. Might as well let me sample the goods—"
His hand moved more aggressively, fingers pressing the fabric into her slit, making her cry out—
"You’ve grown so well—" he continued, his other hand mauling her breast. "These tits are perfect—and this pussy—I’m going to ruin it on our wedding night—"
"Sister—!!" The girl’s voice cracked, calling out uselessly. "Sister help me—!! Song Mei—!!"
"Your sister’s dead—" one of the thugs laughed cruelly. "Eaten by the mountain demon days ago. No one’s coming to save you."
And his hand joined the merchant’s, two sets of fingers now rubbing her pussy through her dress while she sobbed helplessly—
"ENOUGH."
Cang’s voice cut through the alley like a blade, and all three men froze.
They turned, seeing him standing at the alley entrance, and—
Attacked immediately.
"Who the fuck—?!" One thug charged, fist raised—
Cang’s hand moved casually, striking the man’s temple with two fingers.
CRACK.
The thug’s skull shattered. He dropped instantly, dead before hitting the ground.
"Wh—?!" The second thug tried to run—
Cang’s foot swept his legs, dropping him, then stomped on his spine.
CRUNCH.
Paralyzed. Screaming. But alive—for now.
And the merchant boy—
Stumbled backwards, releasing the girl, his face going pale with terror.
"I-Immortal—!! Please—!! I didn’t mean—!!"
But Cang ignored him, walking past to where the girl had collapsed against the alley wall, sobbing.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.
The girl looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, and—
Lunged.
Throwing herself into his arms, wrapping her trembling body around him, sobbing into his chest.
"They were—they were going to—!!" Her words were incoherent between sobs. "Thank you—thank you—!!"
Cang held her automatically, one arm around her back, the other stroking her hair, and—
Looked around the alley.
The merchant boy was fleeing. The paralyzed thug was crying for help. And villagers were starting to gather, drawn by the commotion.
Their glazed eyes fixed on him, and—
Recognition dawned. Not personal recognition, but understanding.
’Cultivator. Powerful. Dangerous.’
They began dropping to their knees, bowing deeply, voices murmuring:
"Immortal—"
"Honored cultivator—"
"Please spare us—"
Cang’s eyes swept over them, noting the parasitic welts on their skin, the mechanical way they moved, and—
’They’re infected. All of them. Some kind of control mechanism.’
He needed to leave. Quickly.
Still holding the sobbing girl, he floated.
Lifting off the ground, spiritual energy wrapping around both of them, and—
The villagers gasped, bowing lower, their faces pressing into dirt.
And Cang flew—carrying Xiao Hua away from the village, toward the forest, putting distance between them and whatever demonic cultivation was happening there.
He landed in a small clearing about two miles from the village, near a stream, and gently set Xiao Hua down.
She stumbled, legs shaking, and would have fallen if he hadn’t steadied her.
"Easy—" he said. "You’re safe now."
"I—I—" Her voice was hoarse from crying. "Who are you—? Why did you—?"
"Have you eaten today?" Cang interrupted, deflecting the question.
She blinked, confused by the sudden change of subject, then—
Shook her head.
"I haven’t—since yesterday morning—they kept me locked in—"
From his storage ring, Cang produced several fruits—spiritual fruits, actually, though she wouldn’t know the difference—and offered them.
"Eat," he commanded gently. "You need strength."
Xiao Hua took them hesitantly, her stomach audibly growling, and—
Bit into one.
The juice ran down her chin, and she moaned softly at the taste—sweet and refreshing and real after days of fear and hunger.
Cang watched her eat, noting details.
She was indeed beautiful. More conventionally attractive than Song Mei—delicate bone structure, large expressive eyes, full lips currently stained with fruit juice.
Her body was slender but curved appropriately—B-cup breasts that would fit nicely in his hands, narrow waist, flared hips suggesting good breeding potential.
And most importantly—
No parasitic welts on her skin. She was clean despite the village infection.
’Interesting. Why is she immune?’
