Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World Chapter 98 - The Fragment’s Existence

The recognition hit like divine lightning, every fragnt of my existence suddenly understanding what it had been searching for.

Tall, perfectly proportioned, radiating power that made the very air sing with harmonics.

Black hair that caught the moonlight, golden eyes that held depths of authority and desire, a body that spoke of both incredible strength and tender passion.

He was claiming the bronze-skinned woman with gentle dominance, his hands gripping her hips as he moved within her, their shared pleasure rippling through the clearing like visible light.

Beautiful. Perfect. ’Mine.’

The last thought shocked with its intensity. How could he be mine when I didn’t even know what I was? When he clearly belonged to these magnificent won who shared his power and his bed?

But the connection was undeniable. Every cell of my spiritual form recognized him, yearned toward him, whispered that this was ho, this was purpose, this was the missing piece of my existence.

I watched, transfixed, as they moved together in the ancient dance of love and desire. Watched as he brought her to screaming climax, as she cursed him with breathless affection, as they collapsed together in the aftermath of shared ecstasy.

’This is what love looks like,’ I realized with wonder. ’Not just pleasure, but connection. Trust. The willingness to be vulnerable with another soul.’

It was beautiful. It was perfect. And I was an intruder, watching from the shadows like a voyeur.

But then sothing went wrong.

His face went rigid with alarm, and even from my distance I could feel his aura shifting into combat readiness.

The bronze woman—Yue, I sohow knew her na now—was struggling to dress, pain obvious in her movents from their recent intimacy. But her warrior instincts had kicked in, her own power flaring as she prepared for whatever threat approached.

That’s when I sensed her.

’i.’

Another of his bonded partners, stumbling through the forest toward them with blood streaming from her nose and ears. Her nature affinity—usually vibrant enough to make flowers bloom with every breath—was barely a flicker, drained almost to nothing.

’She’s dying.’

The knowledge hit like a physical blow. This beautiful, curvy woman with her living vines and gentle spirit—she was dying from essence depletion, her life force consud by so terrible effort to save others.

My emperor caught her as she collapsed, his face twisting with anguish and rage. The love pouring off him was overwhelming—not just desire, but genuine devotion to this woman who had sacrificed herself for sothing greater.

’I have to help.’

The impulse overrode all thought, all caution, all questions about identity or purpose. This woman was important to him, and he was important to in ways I couldn’t begin to understand. Therefore, she was important to .

I materialized in the clearing without conscious decision, my spirit form solidifying into sothing resembling flesh as I knelt beside them. My hands—when had I gained hands?—pressed against i’s chest, pink radiance flowing from my essence into her depleted form.

’I can heal her,’ I realized with wonder. ’I can share my life force, help her recover from whatever drained her.’

My emperor’s golden eyes fixed on with shock and suspicion. "What are you doing? Why are you—"

I didn’t let him finish, pouring more of my essence into the dying woman. Already I could see color returning to her cheeks, her breathing steadying as my pure energy rged with her corrupted nature affinity.

"I can sense she is important to you, sir Emperor," I said, the title falling naturally from my lips despite not knowing why it felt so right. "Let help."

’My Emperor.’ Yes, that was what he was.

My emperor.

My emperor stared at in growing alarm as he realized what I was doing. His enhanced senses—so much more developed than I had expected—imdiately understood that I wasn’t just transferring qi, but actual life force. The fundantal energy that kept my fragnted existence stable.

"What are you doing? Why are you killing yourself?" he demanded, his voice rough with genuine concern.

The question confused . Killing myself? I was saving soone he loved. Wasn’t that what I should do?

"But this one is important to you. I should save her, right?" I replied, tilting my head as I tried to understand his distress.

"Not at the cost of your own life!" he snapped. "Are you insane? Don’t harm yourself like this!"

’He’s worried about .’ The realization sent warmth flooding through my essence. This magnificent being, this emperor who commanded cosmic forces, was concerned about a strange spirit he’d never t before.

"But I don’t have any identity, so it doesn’t matter. And we don’t even know each other," I said, trying to logic through emotions I didn’t fully understand.

His expression grew fierce, protective. "That’s exactly why! We don’t know each other, so don’t sacrifice your life force for us! Aren’t you a spirit? A natural spirit?"

’A natural spirit.’ Yes, that felt right. Pure, untainted, connected to the fundantal forces of creation rather than the corruption that seed to taint so much of this world.

"Yes, you must be. What else could you be? How else could there be such a pure spirit existing in this corrupted world?"

The warmth in his voice when he called pure made my essence flutter with sothing I couldn’t na. Pride? Affection? The desperate need for acceptance from the one being in all the realms who felt like ho?

Reality folded around us as he activated so kind of dinsional technique, silk-draped chambers materializing from thin air. A pleasure palace, I realized instinctively—a space designed for intimate connections, for the kind of bonding that transcended re physical pleasure.

He placed i gently on the massive bed, her breathing already steadying as my energy worked through her system. The crisis was passing. She would live.

"Keep i safe," he told firmly. "I’ll be back soon."

’Keep her safe.’ Yes, I could do that. She was important to him, therefore she was important to . The logic was simple, absolute.

But as he turned to leave with Yue—the bronze warrior whose na I sohow knew—panic flared in my essence.

’Wait.’ There was sothing I needed to tell him. Sothing important about the Immortal Sect, about their plans, about the danger approaching...

But the words wouldn’t co. The overwhelming emotions from eting him, from touching his essence through our bond, from finally understanding what I was searching for—it all crashed over at once, leaving speechless and trembling.

He vanished with Yue, the palace walls solidifying around and the recovering i, and only then did my fragnted mind rember what I had co here to do.

’The Frost Wyrm Empress. The binding formation. The plan to capture him and his bonded partners.’

"No," I whispered to the empty air, my spirit form flickering with distress. "I have to tell him. I have to warn him!"

"Umhh." But suddenly I heard the groan of the feminine. My emperor had left behind, giving the task to help her, causing to look before I swiftly moved and started to pour out my energy to stabilize her.