Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 69 - The Audience is Also Here

But she kept walking, hand in Cang’s, head held high despite the wet patch still visible on her pants, despite the tears still streaking her face.

For the first time in her life—

She was choosing.

Not being forced. Not being manipulated. Choosing.

And it felt glorious.

They reached the exit, stepping out into the morning sun, and—

"WAIT—!!"

Footsteps behind them. Running. Desperate.

Cang and Yue turned—

Young Master Wei was following them, having leaped off the platform and pushed through the crowd, his face a mask of humiliation and rage.

"Wei Chen—!!" Madam Wei’s voice screamed from inside the hall. "COME BACK—DON’T FOLLOW THEM—!!"

But he ignored her, ignored everyone, focused entirely on the woman who’d just rejected him publicly.

"Where are you going—?!" he demanded, breathing heavily. "What are you going to do—?!"

Cang looked at him with mild interest, like observing an insect.

"We’re going to the garden," he said simply. "To have a private conversation. One that doesn’t concern you."

"DOESN’T CONCERN—?!" Wei Chen’s voice cracked. "She was going to be MY wife—I have a RIGHT—!!"

"You have no rights," Cang corrected gently. "You have CLAIMS. Claims that were never agreed to. Claims you tried to enforce through intimidation and social pressure."

He took a step toward the young master, and Wei Chen involuntarily flinched.

"But those claims end now," Cang continued. "Because she’s under MY protection. And if you—or your family—or anyone in this pathetic town—tries to harm her or pressure her again—"

His golden eyes flashed, and spiritual energy pulsed once—

Wei Chen collapsed to his knees, gasping, feeling like his chest was being crushed.

"—I’ll return," Cang finished. "And level this entire building with your family inside it. Understand?"

"Y-yes—" Wei Chen gasped. "Yes sir—yes Senior—please—"

The pressure released, and he collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands, breathing in desperate gulps.

Cang turned away dismissively and continued walking, still holding Yue’s hand.

Behind them—

Young Master Wei stayed on his knees, watching them walk toward the garden area behind the ceremony building, shame and humiliation and rage warring in his expression.

Inside the hall, through the doorway, he could hear his mother screaming:

"WEI CHEN—GET BACK HERE—YOU’RE HUMILIATING THE FAMILY—!!"

But he didn’t go back.

Couldn’t go back. Couldn’t face the stares, the whispers, the pity.

So instead—

He stood. Slowly. Shakily. And followed them toward the garden.

Following the woman who’d rejected him and the man who’d destroyed his pride.

Following because he didn’t know what else to do.

And ahead—

Zhang Yue walked beside Cang, hand still in his, heart pounding, mind reeling.

’What happens now?’ she thought.

’What did I just agree to?’

But deep down, she already knew.

She’d seen what he did to his maids. Seen the pleasure and the power and the devotion.

And she’d just chosen that path.

Chosen him.

Gods help her.

The garden behind the ceremony building was beautiful in that carefully cultivated way—manicured hedges, stone pathways, ornamental trees providing shade, a small koi pond reflecting morning sunlight.

And it was empty.

Everyone was still inside the hall, processing what had just happened, whispering about the stranger who’d dismantled the Wei family’s authority in minutes.

Which meant this space was private.

Perfect.

Zhang Yue followed half a step behind Cang, her hand still clasped in his, and despite everything—despite the humiliation, the fear, the confusion—she found herself looking at him.

Really looking.

In the morning sunlight, he was breathtaking.

The way his imperial robes caught the light, golden embroidery seeming to shimmer with each movement. The way his transformed face looked almost unreal in its perfection—sharp cheekbones catching shadows, golden eyes reflecting sunlight like actual precious gems.

The way he moved with such casual confidence, like the world existed solely for his convenience.

’He’s beautiful,’ she thought, then immediately hated herself for thinking it. ’He’s a pervert who molested me—who made me cum in public—who—’

But her eyes kept returning to him anyway.

To the broad shoulders beneath those robes. To the strong hands—one of which was currently holding hers with surprising gentleness. To the slight smirk playing at his lips that suggested he knew she was staring.

’Stop it,’ she commanded herself. ’He’s not—he’s just—’

"Here," Cang said suddenly, stopping beneath a large ornamental tree whose branches created a canopy of shade.

Yue blinked, looking around. They were deep enough in the garden that the ceremony building was barely visible through the foliage, but not so far that they’d left it completely.

"Why did we—?" she started to ask.

But Cang’s hand released hers, and instead his fingers wrapped around her wrist—grip firm, almost tight—and he pulled.

Not gently. Not roughly. But with undeniable intent.

"Down," he said simply.

And Yue’s knees buckled.

Not because she chose to kneel. But because his grip on her wrist combined with subtle downward pressure made her body respond automatically, and suddenly she was on her knees on the stone pathway, staring up at him with wide, confused eyes.

"What—?!" Her voice cracked. "What are you doing—?!"

"Collecting my tax," Cang said casually, his free hand moving to the ties of his robe.

"TAX—?!" Yue’s mind stuttered. "What tax—?! You—you said you were helping—!!"

"I did help," he agreed, loosening the robe’s ties with practiced ease. "I saved you from that ceremony. From being humiliated further. From having to marry someone you despise."

His robe fell open, revealing his sculpted torso—those impossible abs, the scales glinting across his skin—

And lower—

"And now," he continued, pulling his cock free—that massive, thick, scaled shaft that she’d felt pressed against her during flight—"—you pay the price."

His cock hung before her face, semi-hard already, and even not fully erect it was enormous—easily as thick as her wrist, the scaled texture making it look almost alien, the crimson head already leaking clear fluid.

Yue stared at it, face burning crimson, mind reeling.

"No—" she whispered. "I’m not—I won’t—"

"Won’t?" His voice was amused. "You took my hand in front of everyone. You CHOSE me publicly. Did you think that choice came without consequences?"

"That’s not—you can’t just—!!" Her anger was building now, mixing with the humiliation from earlier. "Because of YOU—because of what you did during that sword flight—everyone SAW—!! They saw the wet patch—they KNOW what happened—and it’s YOUR FAULT—!!"

Her voice cracked with frustration and shame.

"I didn’t ask you to molest me—!! I didn’t ask you to make me—to make me—" She couldn’t even say it. "And now everyone thinks I’m some—some slut who—!!"

"They think you’re a woman who made a choice," Cang corrected, his hand moving to her hair, fingers threading through the dark strands almost gently. "A woman who chose power and protection over social propriety. That’s not shameful. That’s smart."

"It’s HUMILIATING—!!"

"Then consider this payment for that humiliation," he said, and his grip on her hair tightened, pulling her face closer to his cock. "Suck it. Pay your tax. And we’ll call it even."

"I—I don’t—I’ve never—!!" Her voice was panicked now, eyes locked on the massive shaft inches from her face. "I don’t know HOW—!!"

"Then I’ll teach you," he said simply.

And through the trees, approximately thirty feet away and hidden by foliage—

He sensed it.

A presence. Moving closer. Breathing heavily. Trying to stay quiet but failing due to emotional distress.

Wei Chen.

Following them. Unable to help himself. Driven by rage and humiliation and desperate need to—what? Reclaim Yue? Attack Cang? Witness his own destruction?

Cang’s smirk widened.

’Perfect timing.’