Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 68 - A Lover Pleading to Be Cucked

And Cang hadn’t even moved. Just released a fraction of his aura for a single second.

Then withdrew it, and the pressure vanished like it had never existed.

The hall was silent. Everyone staring. Breathing heavily like they’d just run a marathon.

"As I was saying," Cang continued pleasantly, as if nothing had happened, "choose your words carefully. Because Zhang Yue is under MY protection. And insulting her is insulting ME."

His golden eyes locked onto Madam Wei, and she actually flinched—this woman who’d spent decades dominating social situations through wealth and influence—reduced to a trembling, fearful thing under the gaze of real power.

"I—I didn’t mean—" she stammered, face pale.

"You did," Cang corrected gently. "You meant to humiliate her. To shame her into submission. To force her into a marriage she doesn’t want."

He took a step forward, still guiding Yue with him, and approached the raised platform.

"But let me clarify something for everyone here," he said, his voice carrying to every corner of the hall. "Zhang Yue is NOT available for marriage. Not to your son. Not to anyone. She is under the protection of someone far beyond your—" his eyes flicked dismissively over the Wei family, "—limited influence."

"You—!!" Young Master Wei’s face was purple with rage. "You DARE—in OUR home—?!"

"I dare many things," Cang replied calmly. "For instance—"

He raised one hand casually.

And flicked his finger.

WHOOOOSH—!!

Spiritual energy shot forward like an invisible blade, and—

CRACK—!!

The table in front of Young Master Wei exploded.

Not broke. Not shattered. EXPLODED—into thousands of splinters that scattered across the hall, forcing people to duck and cover their faces.

When the dust settled—

A crater remained where the table had been. Perfectly circular. Perfectly smooth. As if the wood had been erased from reality.

Silence.

Absolute, shocked silence.

Young Master Wei stood there, mouth open, face pale, literally trembling as he stared at the crater mere inches from where he’d been standing.

’He could have killed me,’ the thought crashed through Wei Chen’s mind. ’He could have killed me and I wouldn’t have even seen it coming—’

"That," Cang said conversationally, "was me being POLITE. Would you like to see what happens when I’m RUDE?"

"N-no—" Wei Chen’s voice was barely a whisper. "No sir—Senior—I—"

"Elder Wei," Cang’s attention shifted to the family head, who was still standing frozen behind the platform. "You’re Foundation Establishment, correct? Early stage?"

"I—yes—" Elder Wei’s voice was carefully respectful, every survival instinct screaming at him to submit. "This humble cultivator is Foundation Establishment, first layer—"

"Adequate for a backwater region," Cang observed, and the casual dismissal in his tone made Elder Wei’s face flush with shame. "But understand something—I could kill you before you even circulated Qi. Your ’power’ means nothing to me."

It wasn’t a threat. It was a statement of fact, delivered with the same tone one might use to describe weather.

And everyone believed it.

Because they’d felt it. That single second of released aura. That glimpse of true power.

"Now," Cang continued, turning his attention back to Madam Wei, who looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. "You were saying something about Zhang Yue? About her being ’shameful’? ’Whorish’?"

"I—I apologize—" Madam Wei’s voice cracked. "I spoke in haste—I didn’t mean—"

"You did mean it," Cang corrected. "You meant every word. Because you’re a small, petty woman who’s spent her life deriving pleasure from humiliating those with less power. But today—"

He smiled, and it was cold.

"—today you learned what REAL power looks like. And it’s standing beside someone you tried to crush."

He turned to Zhang Yue, who was staring at him with an expression of awe, fear, and something else—

Hope.

For the first time in weeks, she felt safe. Protected. Like the weight crushing her shoulders had suddenly lifted.

"Would you like to stay for this ceremony?" Cang asked her gently. "Or shall we leave?"

’Leave,’ her mind answered immediately. ’I want to leave I want to get out of here I want—’

But her mouth wouldn’t form words. She just stood there, trembling, tears streaming down her face—not from shame anymore, but from relief.

Around them, the hall remained silent. Dozens of eyes watching. Waiting.

Young Master Wei stood by his destroyed table, face pale and humiliated.

Madam Wei clutched the edge of the platform, her social dominance shattered in seconds.

Elder Wei stood rigid, recognizing that his family had just made an enemy they couldn’t possibly fight.

And the crowd—mortals, minor cultivators, local officials—all stared at this stranger who’d walked into their ceremony and casually dismantled the most powerful family in the region.

Cang waited for Yue’s answer, patient and calm.

But before she could speak—

Someone else did.

"Zhang Yue—"

A woman’s voice. Sharp. Mocking. Coming from the crowd.

One of Madam Wei’s friends—another wealthy woman who’d always looked down on Yue for being adopted, for being poor, for having no prospects.

"—you think bringing some PRETTY MAN will change anything?" The woman continued, emboldened by the silence. "You’re still NOTHING. Still a bastard child playing at being noble—"

SNAP.

Cang’s fingers snapped once—a sharp, clear sound.

And the woman’s voice cut off mid-word.

Not because she stopped talking. Because she couldn’t talk.

Her mouth opened and closed silently, no sound emerging, eyes widening with panic as she clawed at her throat.

"I removed your ability to speak for the next hour," Cang explained calmly. "Use that time to consider whether you WANT it back."

The woman collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face, silently sobbing.

And around her—

The crowd took a collective step back, realizing this man could do anything and they’d have no way to stop him.

"Anyone else have comments?" Cang asked pleasantly, scanning the hall.

Silence.

"Good," he said, and turned back to Yue. "So—stay or leave?"

And this time—

Zhang Yue found her voice.

"Leave," she whispered. "Please—let’s just—leave—"

Cang nodded, offering his hand.

She stared at it for a long moment—this hand that had just destroyed a table with a gesture, that had silenced a woman with a snap, that had groped her breasts and made her cum twice in as many minutes—

And took it.

Her small hand sliding into his larger one, fingers interlacing, and—

The crowd gasped.

Because that gesture—that simple hand-holding—was a statement.

A declaration.

’I’m choosing him. Over Wei Chen. Over the Wei family. Over everything.’

Young Master Wei saw it and felt something inside him break.

"NO—" His voice cracked with desperation. "Zhang Yue—you can’t—you CAN’T just—!"

But she wasn’t even looking at him anymore.

She was looking at Cang, and in her eyes—

Trust. Relief. Gratitude.

And beneath it all—something darker. Something that had been building since she’d watched him fuck Xiao into breakthrough. Since she’d masturbated to the sounds of him claiming his maids. Since he’d molested her during flight and made her scream with pleasure.

Want.

She wanted him. Wanted his protection. Wanted his power. Wanted—gods help her—wanted to feel what those other women felt.

’I hate myself,’ she thought even as her hand squeezed his. ’I hate that I want this—want HIM—but I do I do I do—’

Cang smiled—that gentle, knowing smile—and turned toward the exit, guiding her with him.

The crowd parted like water. No one dared block their path. No one dared even breathe too loudly.

And behind them—

"YUE—!!" Young Master Wei’s voice was desperate now, all pretense of dignity abandoned. "Don’t—don’t leave with him—he’s just—he’ll USE you and discard you—I would have MARRIED you—!"

She didn’t turn around.

"Yue PLEASE—!!"