Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 40- Observing the Saved Goods

She couldn’t help it. Her eyes fixed on it, watching it sway slightly with his movements. It was huge compared to the bandit’s disgusting member. Thick. Long even while soft. And the scales tracing up the shaft made it look...

Sacred. Like a divine rod meant for creating life, for channeling cosmic energy, for—

What am I thinking?!

Shame burned her face, but she couldn’t look away.

He stopped directly in front of her, and she heard him kneel—bringing his face level with hers where her forehead still pressed into dirt.

"What are you looking at?"

His voice was amused. Gentle. But knowing.

"N-NOTHING!! THIS LOWLY ONE WASN’T—I WOULD NEVER—!!"

"Want to take it?"

The words hit her like lightning.

Her head snapped up before she could stop herself—

And she was looking directly into those golden dragon eyes from less than a foot away.

He was smiling. Soft. Kind. But with an edge of teasing that made her realize—

He’d been joking.

Testing.

Seeing how she’d react.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!" The words exploded from her mouth as she slammed her forehead back into the dirt hard enough to hurt. "HOW COULD THIS LOWLY MORTAL EVEN DREAM OF SUCH BLASPHEMY?! TO EVEN THINK OF TOUCHING AN IMMORTAL’S—AN IMMORTAL’S DIVINE JADE PILLAR WOULD BE—WOULD BE—!!"

She was babbling. Terror and embarrassment mixing into incoherence.

"This one is filth! Unworthy! Lower than dirt! I beg the Immortal’s forgiveness for even daring to witness—to accidentally see—I deserve death for—!"

A hand touched her chin.

Warm. Gentle. His thumb pressed beneath her jaw, lifting with irresistible pressure until she had no choice but to raise her head—

Her eyes met his again, and the world stopped.

Up close, he was devastating. Those golden eyes held depths beyond mortal comprehension—ages of experience, power that could shatter mountains, and beneath it all... kindness?

His smile was soft, almost affectionate, as he held her gaze.

"Fine then," he said gently. "Since all your men are dead, I will escort you all to your destination."

"N-no!!" The protest burst from her before she could stop it. "The Immortal shouldn’t—we can’t—you shouldn’t lower yourself to—!"

His expression didn’t change. But something in his eyes hardened.

"Then I will kill you all."

Said with the same gentle tone. The same soft smile.

The most terrifying words Liling had ever heard.

Because she believed him. Absolutely. Completely. This divine being who had saved them could erase them just as easily. Could decide their lives weren’t worth the inconvenience.

"WE ACCEPT!!" The words tore from her throat. "PLEASE—WE HUMBLY ACCEPT THE IMMORTAL’S GENEROUS OFFER!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU SO MUCH—!!"

The servants echoed her immediately, voices overlapping in desperate gratitude and terror:

"Thank you, Great Immortal!"

"We are unworthy—!"

"Your mercy is boundless—!"

His smile returned—genuine this time. Pleased.

"May I know the name of the Immortal?" Liling managed, her voice barely a whisper.

His thumb was still under her chin, keeping her face tilted up to his. She was acutely aware of how she must look—tear-streaked, dirty, breasts still fully exposed, nipples hard from cold and fear.

He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath on her face.

From this angle—looking up at him from her knees while he knelt before her, his face haloed by morning sunlight filtering through leaves, his powerful body radiating divine presence—

He looked like a god offering salvation to a worshipper.

"It is Cang Wuhen, my lady," he said softly, voice carrying intimate warmth that made her stomach flutter strangely. "And I must say..."

His thumb stroked her jawline gently, the casual touch sending electricity through her skin.

"...don’t hurt your pretty face. I feel heartache seeing such a beauty get hurt."

BA-DUMP.

Her heart hammered against her ribs—not from fear this time, but something entirely different.

Her lips trembled. Her vision blurred with fresh tears—not of terror, but overwhelming emotion she couldn’t name.

A flush spread across her cheeks, hot and intense, and she found herself unable to meet those golden eyes any longer.

"I—I..." Her voice came out breathless, weak, utterly unlike the composed noble daughter she’d been raised to be. "I understand, Sir Immortal."

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed, and felt more tears slide down her dirty face.

Behind her, she heard Suyin’s sharp intake of breath. Felt the shocked stares of the other servants.

They’d seen it. That moment. That look.

The way the Immortal Cang Wuhen had touched her. Spoken to her. Called her beautiful.

A mortal woman. A helpless victim who’d nearly been raped minutes ago. Exposed and filthy and utterly beneath his divine notice.

And he’d called her beautiful.

Had touched her gently.

Had looked at her like—like—

’No. Don’t think it. Don’t even imagine it. He’s an immortal. Divine. Beyond anything you could ever—’

But her traitorous heart had already captured that image:

His golden eyes. His gentle smile. His thumb stroking her jaw.

’Cang Wuhen.’

The name burned itself into her mind, into her soul, with an intensity that terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.

Behind them, still kneeling in her cocoon of tails, Lianhua watched the entire exchange with silver eyes that blazed with something dark and possessive.

Those mortal women. Looking at her husband. One of them staring at his cock. The young noble blushing under his attention.

Every instinct screamed to phase into butterflies, to cut them all down, to eliminate these lesser creatures who dared to—

But his command echoed in her mind:

"Shut up until I tell you otherwise."

So she stayed silent. Motionless. Obedient.

Even as jealousy burned in her chest like poison.

Even as she watched her husband’s thumb stroke another woman’s face.

Even as everything in her wanted to scream:

’MINE. HE’S MINE. DON’T LOOK AT HIM. DON’T EVEN BREATHE THE SAME AIR—’

"Where were you headed?"

Cang’s question was simple, but the women all flinched as if struck. Liling raised her head just enough to speak, eyes still averted.

"W-Wujang City, Immortal Cang," she managed, voice trembling. "My father arranged... a marriage alliance with the Wujang Sect’s Young Master. We were—we were traveling there when the bandits—"

She couldn’t finish, fresh tears spilling.

Cang’s spiritual sense expanded, mapping the area instantly. Wujang City was northeast—roughly ten miles through moderate terrain. With his cultivation, he could carry all five women there in minutes. Hell, Lianhua could teleport the entire group instantly.

"Ten miles," he said aloud, considering.

Behind him, Lianhua stirred slightly. Her tails unwrapped enough to reveal her face, silver eyes questioning.

’He’s going to teleport us there, right? Or have me do it? Surely he’s not going to—’

"We’ll walk."

The words hung in the air like pronouncement of fate.

All five mortal women’s heads snapped up in shock, mouths opening to protest—then immediately closing, remembering their place.

But Lianhua couldn’t help herself. "Husband, I can—"

His head turned, golden dragon eyes fixing on her with that same cold disappointment from before.

She froze. The words died in her throat. Fresh terror lanced through her chest as his gaze held hers for one eternal second—

Then he looked away, dismissing her without a word.

The message was clear: I didn’t ask for your input.

Lianhua’s entire body trembled. Her tails wrapped tighter around herself, and she lowered her head, shame and confusion and hurt mixing into a cocktail that made her want to vomit.

’Why? Why walking? Why waste time with these mortals? Why won’t he just—’

But she didn’t voice any of it. Stayed perfectly, obediently silent.

Cang turned back to the women and smiled—that same gentle, divine expression.

"Stand. All of you. Let me see the state you’re in."

They scrambled to obey, helping each other up on shaking legs.

And as they stood before him, Cang took his time observing.