Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 101- She’s Mine

After she’d finished two fruits, color returning to her face, she looked at him again.

"Thank you—" she said quietly. "For saving me. For feeding me. I—I don’t know how to repay—"

"You don’t need to repay anything," Cang said, then—paused deliberately. "Though—your sister did ask me to take care of you."

Xiao Hua’s eyes widened, hope and fear warring on her face.

"My sister—?! Song Mei—?! She’s—she’s alive—?!"

"That’s—complicated," Cang said carefully, modulating his voice to sound reluctant. "I shouldn’t—"

"Please—" Xiao Hua grabbed his arm desperately. "Please tell me—is she alive—?! The villagers said she was eaten—!!"

Cang sighed, as if giving in to her pleading.

"She’s alive," he confirmed. "The mountain demon—didn’t eat her. She’s—safe. With me."

"With you—?" Confusion bloomed. "Why would—how did—?"

"She told me about you," Cang continued, not answering directly. "About your birthmark. The crescent moon on your left shoulder blade."

Xiao Hua’s hand flew to her shoulder instinctively, shock on her face.

"How do you—no one knows about—"

"She told me about the wooden rabbit," he continued, his voice soft. "The one you sleep with. That she carved when you were eight."

Tears welled up in Xiao Hua’s eyes, because—

’Only sister knows that. Only her. Which means—he’s telling the truth—’

"And she told me—" Cang reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face gently, "—that you hum when you’re nervous. This tune—"

And he hummed the melody Song Mei had taught him.

Xiao Hua broke, sobbing openly, because—

"That’s—that’s mother’s song—only sister and I—how do you—?!"

"Because your sister asked me to take care of you," Cang repeated, pulling her into an embrace. "She chose me—to be your husband."

Silence.

Xiao Hua pulled back slightly, looking up at him with incomprehension.

"My—my husband—?! But I’ve never—we’ve never even—why would she—?!"

"Because she trusts me," Cang said simply. "Because I saved her life. And because—in this world—you need protection. Power. Someone who can keep you safe from men like those who were touching you."

His hand moved to her face, cupping her cheek, thumb brushing away tears.

"I know this is sudden," he continued, his voice sincere and gentle. "I know you’re confused and scared. But your sister wanted this. Wanted me to protect you. To care for you."

And Xiao Hua—nineteen years old, traumatized, desperate for her sister, just saved by a powerful cultivator—

Wanted to believe.

"Can I—can I see her?" she asked. "Can I see Song Mei?"

"Soon," Cang promised. "First, I need to handle something in your village. Something dangerous happening there."

He didn’t elaborate, but—

His spiritual sense had been continuously scanning the village, and now that they had distance, he could analyze properly.

[SYSTEM: ACTIVATE SCAN]

[ANALYZING VILLAGE...]

[DETECTING: PARASITIC CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE]

[TYPE: DEMONIC BLOOD WORM - MIND CONTROL VARIANT]

[INFECTION RATE: 94% OF VILLAGE POPULATION]

[SOURCE: EXTERNAL CULTIVATOR - FOUNDATION ESTABLISHMENT STAGE]

[SUSPECTED AFFILIATION: BLOOD DEMON SECT]

[ANOMALY DETECTED: SUBJECT "XIAO HUA" SHOWS ZERO INFECTION]

[ANALYZING...]

[SPECIAL PHYSIQUE IDENTIFIED: PURE BODY CONSTITUTION]

[EFFECT: NATURAL IMMUNITY TO TOXINS, PARASITES, AND MENTAL MANIPULATION]

[RARITY: 1 IN 100,000]

[NOTES: Highly valuable for cultivation. Subject’s sister likely protected by proximity and shared blood immunity.]

Cang’s eyes narrowed, understanding clicking into place.

’She’s immune. Naturally immune to the parasites. And the merchant knew. That’s why he was forcing the marriage—to keep his family safe through her presence.’

But that also meant—

’He’s probably colluding with whoever planted those parasites. This whole village is a farming ground for demonic cultivation.’

Disgusting. But also—opportunity.

"Your village is infected," he said aloud, making Xiao Hua gasp. "Some kind of parasitic control. That’s why everyone’s been acting strange."

"I—I thought it was just—" Her voice trembled. "People have been sick for weeks—but the merchant family said it was normal—"

"The merchant family is probably working with whoever did this," Cang said. "You’re lucky you’re immune."

"Immune—?!" She looked at her arms, checking for welts. "Why am I—?"

"Special physique," Cang explained simply. "Rare. Valuable. Which is why that merchant boy was so desperate to marry you—to use your immunity to protect his family."

Xiao Hua’s face went pale as understanding dawned.

"He was—they were all—using me—?!"

"Yes," Cang confirmed. "But I’m going to stop it."

And before she could process—

He grabbed her.

Not violently. But—firmly. His hands on her waist, pulling her against him, and—

She gasped as she felt his body—hard muscle, radiating warmth and power—pressed against her softer curves.

"What are you—?!"

"Consoling you," he said, though his hands were sliding down to her hips, gripping, squeezing.

"This isn’t—" She tried to pull away, but his strength was absolute.

"Your sister designated me as your caretaker," he murmured against her ear. "Your future husband. So let me comfort you."

And his hands moved lower, cupping her ass through her dress, groping openly.

"Aahh—!!" Xiao Hua’s protest became a startled moan as he squeezed her ass cheeks, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"Call me husband from now on," he commanded, his voice low and hypnotic. "Since your sister chose me, I’ll fulfill that role. I’ll protect you. Provide for you. And claim you as mine."

"I—I don’t—we’re not married—!!" She gasped, but—

Her body was responding despite her protests. The trauma, the fear, the desperate need for safety and protection—

All combining to make his touch feel less like violation and more like—

Security.

"We will be," Cang said confidently. "Before this day ends, you’ll be my wife. Properly married. And tonight—"

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, making her shiver.

"—I’ll claim my wedding night rights."

And before she could protest—

He kissed her.

Not aggressive. Surprisingly gentle. His lips pressing against hers softly, coaxing rather than forcing, and—

Xiao Hua froze, her first kiss happening in a forest clearing with a strange cultivator who claimed her sister had chosen him, and—

She didn’t fight.

Just—stood there, trembling, letting him kiss her, her mind too overwhelmed to process.

When he pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her breathing heavy.

"I—I don’t understand—" she whispered.

"You will," he promised. "First, let me handle your village problem. Then we’ll have a proper wedding. And then—"

His hand squeezed her ass one more time, making her gasp.

"—I’ll make you truly mine."

And he lifted her—her body weightless in his arms—and flew.

Back toward the village, while she clung to him in terror and confused arousal.

They descended directly in front of the merchant’s compound—the largest building in the village, with red decorations already hung for an upcoming wedding.

’How convenient,’ Cang thought with dark amusement. ’They’ve already prepared everything.’

He set Xiao Hua down gently, keeping one arm around her waist as villagers began to gather, their infected eyes focusing on the commotion.

And from inside the compound—

The merchant family emerged.

The patriarch—a fat man in expensive robes, with obvious parasitic welts on his neck barely concealed by silk.

His wife—a beautiful woman in her thirties, though her eyes were dead, clearly a possession trophy rather than loved partner.

His son—the same merchant boy from the alley, now flanked by guards.

"You—!!" The son’s voice was shrill with fury. "You dare return—?! That’s MY bride—!!"

"Was," Cang corrected calmly. "She’s mine now."