Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 271 - Elven Bloodline Unique Abilities

I needed to make a good first impression on her mind.

As for her body, I could always leave a good impression on it.

Either way, playing the gentleman seed like the right move.

Pouncing around might not do any better. Sabrina was a dirty case, soone who seed to treat n like trash, but this woman seed reserved.

For about three seconds.

Her hand yanked back from my grip with surprising strength, and before I could react, her other hand was moving—palm aid straight for my face in what would have been a solid slap.

"Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.

My hand shot up, catching her wrist mid-strike. My fingers wrapped around her slender wrist, feeling her pulse hamring beneath my grip.

I pulled her closer, using her montum against her, until our bodies were nearly touching.

Our faces were inches apart now, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in her green eyes, could sll the faint scent of flowers and forest that clung to her.

My other hand moved, fingers interlocking with hers—the sa hand I’d just kissed—holding it firmly between us.

"The one who’s going to be inside you," I said, my voice low and direct.

The words hung in the air between us, and I watched her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink that spread down her neck.

Then my brain caught up with my mouth, and I ntally cringed.

’Fuck, that was too vulgar. Way too direct.’

I could practically feel my own corruption at work, the way this world and my powers had twisted my normal restraint into sothing far more aggressive.

The old would have never been that forward, that crude without actually being inside.

Doing sex with so many won sotis screws one’s brain into thinking it’s easy to just get anyone else.

I needed to course-correct, fast.

I cleared my throat, softening my expression into sothing more apologetic. "I an, inside of your house. My na is Tian Long."

I gestured vaguely behind , toward where I’d descended from. "I was... brought here by my wife. She kind of just dropped off and flew away. I honestly have no idea if I’ve violated any rules or laws in this area."

I let a hint of helplessness enter my voice, playing up the ’confused outsider’ angle.

Ti to use the damsel in distress card.

From what Akane had told about this world—this Ancient Realm where won held all the power and treated n like disposable breeding tools—playing the victim might actually work.

If n were seen as weak, as needing protection, then acting like I was lost and confused could get into her good graces.

Plus, it had the benefit of being partially true.

I watched the elf woman’s expression carefully, noting how the anger in her eyes shifted to confusion, then to sothing that might have been concern.

She blinked, her lips parting slightly as she processed my words.

To sell it further, I let my vitality aura leak out just a bit—that natural life-giving energy that ca with my overwhelming power.

And elves? From every fantasy novel I’d ever read, they were always connected to nature, to life itself.

Sure enough, her nostrils flared slightly as she inhaled, her eyes widening a fraction more. The green in her irises seed to brighten, responding to the vitality I was putting out.

Her body relaxed infinitesimally—not much, but enough that I knew it was working.

"Your... wife?" she repeated, her voice losing so of that sharp edge. "She just... left you here?"

I nodded, maintaining that helpless expression. "I know it sounds strange. But yes. One mont we were together, the next she said she had to handle sothing and told to wait here. Then those orc won started harassing , making all sorts of... inappropriate comnts."

I gestured toward the three orc won who were still on the ground, two clutching their throats and one just starting to stumble back into the clearing from wherever she’d landed.

The elf’s gaze followed my gesture, her lips pressing into a thin line as she took in the scene.

"I see," she said slowly, her voice asured. She looked back at , her green eyes searching my face. "So you struck them because they were... harassing you?"

"They were being vulgar," I said simply. "Talking about breeding, about using . I defended myself."

Which was true. Just... not the whole truth. I’d been annoyed more than threatened, but she didn’t need to know that.

She studied for another long mont, and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Then her shoulders dropped slightly, and she nodded.

"That’s... understandable. The orc tribes can be aggressive, especially toward n who wander into their territories."

She pulled her hand free from my grip—I let her this ti—and took a small step back, putting so proper distance between us.

"But how were you able to overpower them?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with genuine curiosity. "I don’t sense any body cultivation energy from you. No inner gates opened at all."

That made pause.

"Wait," I said, genuinely confused now. "Energy? Isn’t body cultivation just about the body itself?"

She tilted her head, looking at like I’d just asked what color the sky was.

"Yes, body cultivation is about the physical form," she said slowly, like she was explaining sothing to a child. "But the energy—the power—cos from opening your inner gates. As each gate opens, your body becos stronger, faster, more durable. The energy manifests from within, flowing through your channels and enhancing your physical capabilities."

She gestured vaguely at my torso. "But I can’t sense any of that from you. No opened gates. No energy flow. It’s like you’re... empty."

I absorbed that information, filing it away for later analysis.

"I don’t use body cultivation," I said, deciding honesty was the best route here. "What I do is... sothing different entirely."

Her eyes widened, genuine shock crossing her features for the first ti.

"What? You an you use sothing other than body cultivation yet defeated these won so easily?" She took a step closer, her earlier wariness replaced by academic curiosity. "That’s... that shouldn’t be possible."

I shrugged, letting a small smile play on my lips. "Apparently not the only one."

She opened her mouth, probably to ask more questions, but I cut her off by clapping a hand on my own shoulder in an exaggerated gesture of exhaustion.

"This village doesn’t have the courtesy to let a guest inside and offer them sothing to eat?" I asked, injecting just enough playful reproach into my tone to make it clear I wasn’t seriously offended.

The elf blinked, then her cheeks flushed again—this ti with what looked like embarrassnt.

"Oh! My apologies. I... I forgot my manners." She bowed slightly, a formal gesture that made her silver hair fall forward over her shoulders. "Please, co in. Sit down. I’ll prepare sothing for you."

She gestured toward the village, clearly inviting to follow.

"Please, ladies first," I said, stepping aside and extending my hand in the direction she’d indicated.

She paused, giving this strange look—like she couldn’t quite figure out.

"I don’t understand where you ca from to have such strange etiquette," she murmured, more to herself than to .

But she turned and started walking toward the village anyway.

I followed, keeping a respectful distance behind her, but my eyes... well, they weren’t exactly staying respectful.

That ass.

Her hips swayed with each step, the fabric of her dress clinging to the curve of her rear in a way that made my mouth go dry.

It wasn’t huge—not like Akane’s thick, jiggly ass or Xiang’s perfectly sculpted one—but it was firm, round, sitting high and tight.

The kind of ass that begged to be grabbed, squeezed, spread apart, and clapped until reddened while her moans matched sounds.

Each step made it shift and bounce just slightly, the movent hypnotic. The high slits in her dress gave glimpses of her thighs too—smooth, toned muscle that flexed with each stride.

I imagined grabbing those hips, pulling her back against , feeling that ass press into my cock. Imagined bending her over, hiking that dress up over her waist, spreading those cheeks to expose whatever lay between them.

Would she be tight? Of course she would. That body—so perfectly maintained, so graceful—there was no way she wasn’t incredibly tight.

My cock throbbed insistently, still rock-hard and getting more uncomfortable by the second. The ntal image of sliding into her, feeling her walls clench around my shaft, hearing her gasp and moan...

’!’

My eyes were still locked on that hypnotic sway when everything changed.

She stopped walking.

Just froze mid-step, her entire body going rigid.

Then she spun around so fast I barely had ti to register the movent.

Her hand reached behind her back, and in one fluid motion, she’d drawn a bow—a fucking bow—already nocked with an arrow.

The arrowhead was pointed directly at my face, her stance perfect, her arms steady.

Her face had gone completely red, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck and disappeared beneath her collar.

Her jaw was clenched tight, teeth grinding together as her green eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and sothing else—embarrassnt? Humiliation?

"I thought it was a mistake," she said, her voice shaking slightly with barely contained rage. "Are you lusting over ? How can a man have such lust inside of him?"

The question hung in the air like the arrow pointed at my heart.

My mind went blank for a second, genuinely confused.

Then it hit —she’d sensed it. Sohow, this elf woman had sensed my intent, my thoughts, the raw sexual desire I’d been directing at her ass for the past minute.

"Huh?" The word left my mouth before I could stop it. "You can sense my intent?"

Her grip on the bowstring tightened, the arrow’s tip glowing brighter. "I have never seen a dirty man like you!"