Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 348- War Ended?

Time slowed to a crawl.

Tianlong’s lips were mere inches from Mamoon’s mouth—puckered, moving closer with that infuriating confidence. Inside the butterfly prison, Yuna’s scream tore through the dimensional barrier, unheard but desperate.

"PROFESSOR, DON’T DO IT! SHE’S MY MOTHER!"

Mamoon blinked, her amber eyes wide with confusion as this strange man’s face approached hers. She’d never seen this gesture before—what was he trying to do? Bite her? Some kind of attack?

Her instincts kicked in.

CRACK!

Mamoon’s forehead smashed into Tianlong’s face with brutal force, a perfect headbutt that would’ve shattered a normal man’s skull. The impact echoed across the battlefield, drawing every eye.

Tianlong stumbled backward, hand flying to his nose. Blood trickled between his fingers.

For a moment, silence.

Then he started laughing. Deep, rich, genuinely amused laughter that made his shoulders shake. "Damn, lady. You’ve got one hell of a hard head."

Mamoon landed in a combat stance, claws extended, her latex suit stretching obscenely as she crouched. "What the fuck were you trying to do to my face?!"

"Kiss you," Tianlong said simply, wiping the blood from his nose. "It’s a gesture of... affection."

"What the hell is a ’kiss’?" Mamoon’s confusion was genuine, her brow furrowing.

Before Tianlong could answer, a voice boomed across the battlefield—deep, feminine, laced with power that made the earth tremble.

"ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE!"

From the rabbit clan’s shattered fortress emerged a figure that commanded immediate attention.

She stood nearly seven feet tall, her body a masterpiece of sculpted muscle wrapped in white and brown fur.

Rabbit ears stood erect atop her head, twitching with irritation.

She wore armor that looked carved from the earth itself—brown plates that shifted and moved like living stone, covering her massive frame while leaving her thick thighs and powerful arms exposed.

In her right hand, she carried a hammer so large it shouldn’t have been physically possible to wield.

The head alone was the size of a huge melon, carved from what looked like compressed earth and stone, runes glowing with green energy across its surface.

"I am Thessa Ironfoot," the rabbit woman bellowed, her voice carrying authority that made even the wounded catkin warriors flinch. "Third Earth Ascendant of the Hammer Clan, Body Cultivation at Diamond Realm Peak!"

She slammed her hammer into the ground.

BOOOOM!

The earth itself responded. The soil beneath everyone’s feet liquefied for a split second before hardening into stone spikes that erupted in a wave toward Tianlong and Mamoon.

Tianlong moved.

His hand shot out, grabbing Mamoon’s waist again and yanking her against his chest as he leapt backward. Mamoon gasped as her massive breasts compressed against him, the latex suit doing nothing to hide the heat of her body.

"Let me go!" she snarled, twisting in his grip. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Not when you’re standing in a kill zone, Lady," Tianlong teased.

"THE HELL!"

But Tianlong wasn’t paying attention anymore. His eyes had locked onto Thessa’s face armour hiding all of her skin and beauty he can sense from afar, and something shifted in his expression.

The playful smirk faded, replaced by something colder, sharper.

Sabrina, standing at the crater’s edge, felt it immediately—a change in the air, like the moment before lightning strikes.

’He’s getting serious,’ she realized, her tiger instincts screaming danger.

Tianlong set Mamoon down gently, then stepped forward.

His black robe billowed in a wind that hadn’t existed a moment before, golden energy beginning to crackle around his body like living lightning.

"You want a fight?" His voice dropped an octave, losing all traces of amusement. "Fine. Let me show you what a man like me can do on a battlefield..."

’Even if a pervert, he should be strong—’ Sabrina just blinked, looking toward him with expectations for a single moment, standing within the crater while her snap sent the warriors huddling back.

There was a hint of small pride that instantly vanished as she heard his words fading from where he spoke to somewhere else as he completed his sentence.

"...filled with beauties like you..."

The voice finished ’behind’ Thessa.

The rabbit woman’s entire body went rigid. Her ears twitched violently as her brain tried to process what just happened. He’d been standing thirty feet away—she’d been looking ’right at him’.

How—

Tianlong’s arm wrapped around her armored waist from behind, casual as anything. His other hand rose, sliding up her torso with deliberate slowness until his fingers found the exposed curve of her right breast where her earth-plate armor didn’t quite cover.

He ’grabbed’.

Not rough—controlled. Firm enough to lift the heavy flesh, fingers sinking into the soft give of it through the thin fabric beneath her armor. His thumb traced the underside while his palm cupped the weight.

"Hm," Tianlong’s voice rumbled against her rabbit ear, making it twitch. "Soft as cotton, but ’heavy’. Didn’t expect that from someone who swings a hammer bigger than most men."

Thessa’s amber eyes went impossibly wide. Shock froze her completely—her muscles locked, her breath caught in her throat.

She hadn’t ’seen’ him move. Hadn’t ’sensed’ him. One moment he was there, the next he was—

The smell hit her. Male. Strong. Something primal that her body recognized even if her mind refused to process it.

The heat of his palm seeped through her clothes, the ’pressure’ of his grip sending signals her brain couldn’t categorize.

Then reality crashed back.

"’GET OFF ME!’"

Thessa’s body exploded into motion. She twisted, her hammer swinging in a vicious arc meant to pulverize his skull. The weapon moved with terrifying speed, the air ’screaming’ as compressed earth and stone carved through space.

Tianlong was already gone.

He’d released her and leapt backward, hands tucked casually behind his head like he was out for a stroll. The hammer passed through empty air where his face had been a heartbeat ago, the wind pressure alone carving a gouge in the ground.

Thessa stumbled forward, then immediately retreated, one arm crossing over her chest to clutch her breast protectively. Her other hand still gripped her hammer, but it trembled.

She looked down.

The earth-plate armor covering her right breast had ’cracked’. Not shattered—cracked in a perfect handprint pattern, the brown stone fractured along precise lines where his fingers had been. The center, where his palm had pressed, showed a deeper indent.

’He broke Diamond-grade earth armor... with a ’squeeze’?!’

But what made her stomach drop wasn’t the strength—it was the ’control’. Because beneath the broken armor, her flesh was completely unmarked. Not a bruise, not a scratch. He’d applied enough force to fracture enchanted stone while keeping his actual touch gentle enough not to hurt her skin.

That level of precision was ’insane’.

Thessa’s eyes snapped up to Tianlong, who stood there smirking, completely relaxed. Her entire worldview tilted. Men weren’t supposed to be—couldn’t be—

"’YOU FUCKING PERVERT!’"

The roar came from the crater.

Sabrina’s mouth had been hanging open, her jaw literally dropped as she’d watched Tianlong ’teleport’ behind Thessa and grope her. Now rage flooded her face, her white tiger ears flat against her skull.

BOOM!

She didn’t even act consciously—pure fury took over. Sabrina snatched a spear from a nearby warrior and hurled it with such explosive force that it ripped through the air like a fired cannon round.

The spear tore across the battlefield, the pressure wave behind it cracking like thunder. It crossed the distance in less than a second, aimed directly at

Tianlong’s smirking face.

He tilted his head.

The spear passed so close it parted a thin line of his hair, the shockwave making the air shimmer.

It continued past him and slammed into a distant hillside a mile away, the impact drilling a crater and sending debris raining down.

Tianlong turned his head slightly, looking back at Sabrina. "Jealous?"

"’JEALOUS?!’" Sabrina’s face went crimson. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE JEALOUS?! YOU JUST—YOU CAN’T JUST—"

She sputtered, unable to form coherent words through her rage. Her claws extended fully, and for a moment it looked like she might charge across the battlefield herself.

"Can’t just what?" Tianlong asked innocently. "Compliment a woman’s assets?"

"THAT WASN’T A COMPLIMENT, YOU GRABBED HER TIT!"

"And said it was nice. That’s a compliment."

Sabrina made a strangled noise that was half-scream, half-growl.

Thessa, meanwhile, was still processing. Her eyes darted between Tianlong, the enraged tiger woman in the crater, and the ’absolute devastation’ surrounding them.

The shattered fortress. The broken bodies of her warriors. The impossible man who’d just violated her personal space and lived.

Her grip tightened on her hammer. She should attack. She should rally her remaining forces and crush this perverted bastard into paste.

But...

Her eyes found Mamoon.

The catkin commander stood nearly a mile away at the battlefield’s edge, her red latex suit torn and bloody, her expression a mixture of exhaustion, shock, and something else Thessa couldn’t quite identify.

Their eyes met across the distance.

How many years had they been fighting? How many warriors had died in this pointless border war? And now this ’man’—this strange man.

Thessa’s jaw clenched. Her pride screamed at her to fight. But her tactical mind—the part that had kept her alive through decades of warfare—recognized the truth.

They couldn’t win.

Not against him.

Slowly, reluctantly, Thessa turned back toward Tianlong. He stood there watching her with those dark eyes, that insufferable smirk still playing on his lips.

Blood still trickled from his nose where Mamoon had headbutted him, but he didn’t seem to care since it was for these hot beauties rather than the pain.

"So," Tianlong said, his voice cutting through the tense silence.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the frozen rabbit warriors, the exhausted catkin forces, the two powerful women who’d been trying to kill each other moments ago. "Rather than continuing to kill each other like idiots..."

He spread his hands in a gesture that was almost welcoming.

"Should we talk instead?"

The question hung in the air for two seconds...

And two boices came in hnison as if—already saw the result of this battle—

Mamoon and Thessa...

"Y..yes..."