Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 55 - Maids Are Panicked

Mature. Maybe forty-five or fifty. Signs of age around her eyes and mouth, but still beautiful in that way some women achieved when youth gave way to something deeper.

Concern. Kindness. Maternal warmth radiating from her expression as she looked down at him.

And suddenly—

FLASH.

Memories that weren’t his flooded Cang’s mind. The original Cang Wuhen’s inherited knowledge, pulled from Lin Feng’s own memories through their final confrontation—

A woman looking down with that exact same expression. But younger. Holding a baby in her arms. Smiling with overwhelming love.

"My beautiful boy," she whispered. "Lin Feng. My precious son~"

Cang’s eyes widened.

’This is—she’s—’

Lin Feng’s mother.

The woman Lin Feng had loved more than anyone. Had tried to protect throughout his cultivation journey. Had built his entire legend trying to make proud.

And she was here. In a border town. Looking like a mortal widow who’d lost everything.

’The memories showed her dying in the original timeline,’ Cang recalled. ’Killed by enemies seeking revenge on Lin Feng. But if I killed him three years ago, then the timeline changed. She survived. And she’s...’ 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

His eyes traced her body again, this time with different intent.

’...absolutely fucking perfect.’

"I—I’m so sorry!" Madam Lin suddenly stammered, realizing he was awake and staring up at her. "I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to intrude! I just—I heard sounds and thought someone might be hurt and—"

She stepped back quickly, face flushed, hands wringing nervously.

"I didn’t see anything! I swear! I was just trying to—to cover them—for modesty—"

Cang sat up slowly, carefully moving the still-sleeping Suyin and Xiao off his body. Both women stirred but didn’t wake, too exhausted from the night’s activities.

He looked at the cloth draped over them, then up at the flustered widow, and smiled.

Not the cold, calculating smile he’d shown enemies. But something gentler. Warmer. The smile of someone grateful for kindness.

"Thank you," he said simply.

Madam Lin blinked, clearly not expecting that response.

"I—you’re welcome? Are you—are all of you alright? Were you attacked?"

’Perfect opening,’ Cang thought, mind already spinning the story.

"We were," he said, injecting just the right amount of weariness into his voice. "By cultivators from a demonic sect. We barely escaped with our lives."

He gestured to Suyin and Xiao. "These two are my... companions. We’ve been fleeing for days. We finally collapsed here from exhaustion."

It wasn’t entirely a lie. They HAD been fleeing. Just not from demons.

Madam Lin’s expression shifted immediately to concern. "Demonic sect? Here? But this is just a border town—"

"They’re hunting me," Cang continued, standing up. The cloth fell away from his body, revealing his full nakedness—

And his cock, still soft but impressive, hanging between his legs.

Madam Lin’s eyes flicked down involuntarily, widened, then snapped away, face burning crimson.

"I—you should—clothes—" she stammered, turning around quickly.

Cang allowed himself a small smirk before pulling basic robes from his spatial storage and dressing quickly.

"You can turn around now," he said gently.

She did, slowly, face still flushed. "Why would demonic cultivators hunt you specifically?"

Here came the manipulation.

"Because I fought alongside their enemy," Cang said, voice dropping to something softer. Sadder. "Alongside a man named... Lin Feng."

He watched her face carefully.

And saw it crumble.

"Lin—" Her voice broke. "Lin Feng? You knew—you knew my—"

Tears spilled down her face instantly, and Cang felt a moment of genuine surprise mixed with satisfaction.

’She doesn’t know he’s dead. Or she does but hearing his name still—’

"Your son?" he asked, as if shocked. "Wait—you’re saying—you’re Lin Feng’s mother?"

"I—yes—" She was crying openly now, not even trying to hide it. "He—he was my boy—my beautiful boy—and he died three years ago in some battle I barely understand and I couldn’t—I couldn’t even—"

She collapsed to her knees, sobbing.

And Cang moved.

He knelt beside her, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder—not sexual, just comforting—and let his voice fill with false emotion:

"He was my best friend," Cang lied smoothly. "My brother in all but blood. We fought together. Cultivated together. And when he fell..."

His voice actually cracked slightly—a technique he’d perfected in his past life.

"...I couldn’t save him. I tried. But I wasn’t strong enough. And now the demonic sect that killed him is hunting me because I know their secrets."

Madam Lin looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, desperate for any connection to her lost son.

"You—you really knew him?"

"Knew him?" Cang smiled sadly. "He was the best man I ever met. Righteous. Strong. Always trying to help others. He talked about you constantly—how he was going to make you proud, how he’d build a safe place for you to live, how—"

"STOP—" She covered her face, shoulders shaking. "Please—I can’t—"

But Cang could see it working. See the grief mixing with desperate hope. See her wanting to believe.

He stood, offering his hand.

"Come. Let me at least repay your kindness. You covered my companions. The least I can do is..."

He trailed off, as if thinking. Then:

"Do you live nearby? Have a home? We need shelter to rest and stabilize. I can compensate you—"

"NO!" She wiped her tears quickly, standing without his help. "No compensation! If you—if you were truly Lin Feng’s friend, then—then you’re welcome in my home! I’ll prepare food! Medicine if you need! It’s the least I can—"

Her maternal instincts had activated perfectly.

"Are you certain?" Cang asked gently. "I don’t want to impose—"

"You’re not imposing!" Her voice was firm now, eyes clearing. "You knew my son. You fought beside him. That makes you... family."

’Gotcha,’ Cang thought with dark satisfaction.

"Let’s go to my house," Madam Lin said, wiping the last of her tears and forcing a smile. "It’s not much, but I have food and medicine. Your companions need rest—"

She glanced at Suyin and Xiao, still sleeping peacefully, and her motherly concern extended even to them.

"They’ve been through so much, haven’t they?"

"You have no idea," Cang said truthfully, suppressing a smirk.

Madam Lin bent to pick up her herb basket, and Cang’s eyes were immediately drawn to how her dress pulled tight across her massive ass as she crouched—the fabric straining, outlining every curve, showing the clear division between her thick cheeks.

’Fuck, she’s built perfectly,’ he thought. ’All that thickness, that maternal softness... and she has NO idea how sexy she is.’

She turned to lead the way, and Cang stood, looking down at his two sleeping maids.

He crouched between them, hands moving to cup Suyin’s thick ass with one hand and Xiao’s small waist with the other.

"Wake up," he murmured. "We’re moving."

"Mmmnh~..." Suyin’s eyes fluttered open first. "Sir Immortal~?"

"Where—" Xiao stirred, her huge breasts shifting as she sat up. "What happened~?"

Both women were still naked under the cloth, and they clutched it to their bodies instinctively, trying to cover themselves.

But their bodies were too abundant. Suyin’s massive breasts threatened to spill out the top. Xiao’s huge tits pressed against the fabric obscenely. Both their thick/petite bodies showed clear marks from the night before.

"Shh," Cang said, pulling them close. His hands immediately found their asses—groping roughly, possessively, making both women gasp and press against him.

"Hnnnh~!" Suyin whimpered, her face pressing into his shoulder.

"S-Sir Immortal~" Xiao’s voice was pleading, puppy-like. "Where’s—where’s Young Miss Liling? And Lady Lianhua?"