Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 347- Professor STOP! SHE IS MY MOTHER!?

Chapter 347: Chapter 347- Professor STOP! SHE IS MY MOTHER!?

The woman’s mouth opened in shock, but no words came out. Her mind reeled, trying to process what was happening—the sudden rescue, the strange man holding her, the casual confidence in his voice despite the chaos around them.

And inside the butterfly prison clutched in Tianlong’s other hand, Yuna’s eyes went wide as saucers as she stared at the woman’s face up close for the first time since arriving on this battlefield.

"MOTHER!"

The shock lasted exactly two heartbeats.

Then Mamoon’s combat instincts kicked in with violent precision.

"LET ME GO BEHIND!" she roared, her voice raw with fury and confusion. Her body twisted in Tianlong’s grip, muscles coiling like springs as she tried to wrench herself free. "Who are you?!"

Her claws extended instantly, slashing backward toward his face in a vicious arc meant to blind. But Tianlong just jumped back, releasing her as he created distance between them with effortless grace.

Mamoon took a back leap immediately, her powerful thighs propelling her several feet away. The movement made her massive breasts bounce violently within the tight latex suit, the heavy flesh straining against the thin material with enough force to make the fabric creak audibly.

Tianlong stood there, perfectly still. His hand moved to his nose, wiping it slowly as if checking for blood—though there was none. He looked at his clean fingers, then back at Mamoon with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.

"Lady," he said slowly, his tone dripping with amusement, "are you trying to seduce me?"

Mamoon blinked. Once. Twice. Her brain struggled to process the sheer audacity of what he’d just said.

"What...?" Her amber eyes narrowed dangerously, her cat ears flattening against her skull. "What is a ’man’ doing in this battlefield?!"

The shock in her voice was genuine. In all her years of combat, in every war she’d fought, she’d never seen a male warrior on the front lines. Men didn’t fight. Men stayed home. Men were... weak. Protected. Useless.

But this one—this strange, infuriating bastard—stood before her calm as a summer morning, completely unbothered by the carnage around them.

Tianlong opened his mouth to respond, his expression shifting to something more serious. "Again with that man thing. How trash men are in thi—"

’’BOOOOOOM!’’

The explosion tore through the air like a god’s roar.

Tianlong’s words died mid-sentence as both he and Mamoon snapped their heads toward the source—the rabbit clan’s border castle, where thick stone walls had stood moments ago.

The walls were gone.

Not cracked. Not damaged.

’Gone.’

Obliterated.

Where the massive fortification had stood—thirty feet of reinforced stone, enchanted with defensive arrays, protected by generations of cultivation magic—there was now nothing but rubble and dust.

The castle walls had been literally shattered, reduced to broken chunks of rock scattered across the battlefield like a child’s discarded toys.

Catapults, ballistae, defensive weaponry—everything had been crushed. Twisted metal and splintered wood jutted from the wreckage at odd angles, still smoking from whatever force had annihilated them.

At the center of the destruction sat a crater.

Massive. Deep enough to swallow a house. The earth itself looked wounded, scorched black at the edges where something impossibly hot had made contact.

And there, standing at the very center of that crater, was a woman.

She wore a black robe that hung loose around her frame, but the way it moved suggested power beneath—muscles honed by countless battles, a body built for violence. Her skin was slightly darker than Tianlong’s, almost bronze, covered in intricate tattoos that crawled up her arms and disappeared beneath the robe’s fabric.

But it was her eyes that commanded attention.

Predator-like. Sharp. Golden and glowing faintly with barely restrained bloodlust. Her tiger ears twitched atop her head, and her tail swished behind her with lazy menace.

Sabrina.

She stood there like a conqueror surveying her domain, completely unfazed by the destruction she’d caused. Dust and debris still rained down around her, but none of it touched her—an invisible barrier of cultivation energy repelled everything within arm’s reach.

Slowly, deliberately, she turned her head toward Tianlong and Mamoon. Her eyes locked onto them across the battlefield.

Then she spoke, her voice cutting through the ringing silence like a blade: 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"So?" Sabrina’s tone dripped with bored irritation as she brushed some imaginary dust from her shoulder. "If your flirting is over, should we deal with these ’leaf-eating cotton balls’?"

"Heh?"

The sound escaped from multiple throats simultaneously—confused, shocked, utterly bewildered.

Mamoon’s jaw dropped. Her amber eyes darted between Tianlong, Sabrina, and the obliterated castle walls. "What... what is...?"

Around them, the catkin warriors who’d been trapped in the teleportation array were beginning to recover. The green light had faded when the castle’s defensive formations were destroyed, releasing them from the trap.

Now they stared in stunned silence at the crater where their enemy’s stronghold had stood moments ago.

The rabbit clan soldiers—those who’d survived—stood frozen on the battlefield, their white fur stained with dirt and blood. Their eyes were wide with horror as they looked at the ruins of their supposedly impregnable fortress.

One of them—a captain judging by her armor—stumbled backward, shaking her head in denial. "That’s... that’s impossible. Those walls were reinforced with third-circle earth arrays. They could withstand siege bombardment for ’months’..."

"What... what did she...?" Another rabbit warrior’s voice cracked with fear.

Mamoon’s claws extended fully, her body tensing as she processed the situation. This woman—this ’tiger’—had just casually destroyed a fortified position that should have required an entire army weeks to breach.

And she’d done it alone.

In seconds.

Tianlong, meanwhile, just chuckled. He scratched the back of his head, that smirk never leaving his face. "Well," he said casually, as if commenting on the weather, "I suppose subtlety isn’t your strong suit, Sabrina."

Sabrina’s eye twitched. "You told me to help the catkins win. I’m helping."

"By destroying everything?"

"Do you see those cotton-tailed bitches surrendering yet?" Sabrina gestured broadly at the stunned rabbit clan soldiers. "No? Then I’m not done."

Mamoon finally found her voice. "Who—who the ’fuck’ are you people?!"

Tianlong turned back to her, his expression shifting to something almost playful.

His eyes swept over Mamoon’s face—those fierce amber eyes still blazing with confusion and barely restrained violence, her red cat ears twitching with agitation.

Then, without warning, he moved.

Not with the explosive speed of combat, but with the deliberate grace of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

His hand reached out, fingers wrapping around Mamoon’s wrist before she could even process the movement.

"What—" Mamoon started, but the word died in her throat as Tianlong pulled.

Her body lurched forward, caught completely off guard. She’d expected another fight, another exchange of violence—not ’this’.

Her powerful legs stumbled slightly as momentum carried her toward him, and suddenly she was ’there’, pressed against him.

Her massive breasts splashed against his broad chest, the latex suit stretching impossibly tighter as it compressed between their bodies.

The thin material offered no barrier whatsoever—she could feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat radiating from his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Her eyes widened in shock, amber meeting his dark gaze at a distance of mere inches.

In this world where women held power, where men were protected and kept safely away from violence, this closeness wasn’t threatening in the traditional sense.

There was no cultural framework for feeling violated by male aggression—because male aggression simply ’didn’t exist’ in her experience.

But confusion? That flooded through her in waves.

"What are you—" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tianlong’s hand remained on her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His other hand rose slowly, deliberately, until his fingers brushed against her cheek. The touch was gentle, almost reverent.

Through those few inches of distance separating their faces, his dark eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"I know I could be a bit rude," Tianlong said softly, his voice carrying that same infuriating confidence despite the tenderness in his tone. "But lady, you really look gorgeous, you know?"

Mamoon’s mouth opened slightly, her lips parting in pure bewilderment.

Her brain struggled to process what was happening.

This man—this ’strange’, powerful man who’d appeared out of nowhere—was complimenting her? In the middle of a battlefield?

And then he moved closer.

Like a fish puckering for feeding, his lips formed into a pout as he leaned in.

His eyes fluttered closed, his face tilting slightly to the side as he moved toward her mouth.

He was going to kiss her.

Mamoon’s eyes went impossibly wide,’What is he doing?’

Yeah, she doesn’t know what he was trying to do, unlike her dear daughter observing everything in shock from the black butterfly.

"Professor..."

Yuna’s voice broke inside the butterfly prison, cracking as her mouth twitched.

"Don’t do it...PROFESSOR, DON’T—She’s my MOTHER!"