Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 382- Yu Xiang’s Perverted Offer

Yu Xiang moved.

Not walked. ’Moved’.

Her body seemed to retreat backward, phasing through space itself. She passed through Helvora’s still-kneeling form like a ghost traveling through solid matter—no resistance, no contact, just violet energy rippling where flesh should have met flesh.

And then she was in front of Helvora, facing her directly.

The queen found herself staring up into violet eyes that glowed with alien intelligence. Yu Xiang stood there, hands clasped loosely behind her back, her milky white skin almost luminescent in the chandelier light. Her purple hair fell in perfect waves around a face that showed no anger, no satisfaction—just cold, calculating assessment.

Slowly, Yu Xiang smiled.

It didn’t reach her eyes.

"You are smart," she said, her voice soft as silk and twice as dangerous. Her head tilted slightly, studying Helvora like a merchant appraising valuable merchandise.

Then she asked the question that changed everything:

"Want to join us? You got a good mind and body too."

Helvora’s mouth twitched as she forced the words out. "Join you?"

Her grey eyes narrowed, mind racing despite the humiliation burning through her veins. "What is your aim?"

Before Yu Xiang could answer, the white-haired queen—Seris—pulled herself from the crater in the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she stumbled forward, ice-blue eyes blazing with desperate defiance.

"And what is your organization’s name?"

Vyrena pushed herself up from the marble, one hand clutching her ribs. The black-haired queen’s amber eyes fixed on the intruders with barely contained fury as she spat out her own question.

"And why would we join? Do you think we will actually—"

Yu Xiang shook her head, cutting them all off mid-sentence. Her violet eyes swept across the three queens with something that might have been amusement if it wasn’t so cold.

"We are called Black Butterflies." Her voice carried easily through the hall, clear and precise. "And naturally, I am not talking about having you complete some impossible missions or conquer territories for us."

She paused, letting the silence stretch. The butterflies filling the hall pulsed with dark energy, their wings creating hypnotic patterns in the air.

Then Yu Xiang’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

"You three just have to lift your legs, bend yourselves, and spread them for my husband."

All three queens blinked simultaneously.

"What?" The word came from all of them at once, shock overriding fury for a single heartbeat.

Yu Xiang’s expression didn’t change. "It’s simple," she said, her tone suggesting she was explaining basic arithmetic to children. "Get fucked by him."

The hall went deathly silent.

Helvora felt her entire body go rigid. Her ears flattened against her skull as the words registered fully. Around them, the butterflies containing the trapped catkin seemed to pulse faster, as if the prisoners inside were reacting to what they’d just heard.

Then rage exploded through Helvora like wildfire.

Her jaw clenched so hard her fangs drew blood from her own gums. Grey hair whipped around her face as cultivation energy erupted from her body in silver waves. The marble beneath her feet cracked, splitting in jagged lines that spread outward.

"How dare you—"

She moved before finishing the sentence. Her body blurred, crossing the distance to the green-haired elf standing near the broken ceiling—Sylvea, the one maintaining those arcane silence circles. If she could just eliminate the support—

Helvora’s claws extended mid-leap, wreathed in nails sharp enough to cut through reinforced steel. She struck with killing intent, aiming for the throat.

But suddenly—nothing.

The world shifted. Helvora’s momentum carried her forward through empty space where the elf had been standing a microsecond ago. Her claws passed through air, finding no resistance.

Then something landed on Sylvea’s shoulder.

A black butterfly. Small. Delicate. Its wings pulsed once with dark purple energy.

Sylvea barely had time to register its presence before her body simply... dissolved. Not into blood or gore—into more butterflies. Hundreds of them, erupting from where she’d stood, scattering into the air to join the swarm.

But one remained on her shoulder. Larger than the others. Glowing faintly.

And inside it—trapped in some impossible pocket dimension—Helvora could see her own reflection staring back, eyes wide with horror and fury, mouth open in a scream that produced no sound.

The butterfly circled lazily around Sylvea’s head before drifting to join the others.

"QUEEN HELVORA!" Seris’s voice cracked through the hall like breaking ice.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Vyrena roared, her body already moving.

Both queens launched themselves forward simultaneously. Seris from the left, ice-element crystallizing the air around her fists.

Vyrena from the right, crimson energy bleeding from her tattoos as her claws extended to full lethal length.

They made it three steps.

Sabrina appeared in front of Seris like a golden lightning strike. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her fist buried itself in the white-haired queen’s stomach with enough force to fold her body completely in half.

The impact created a shockwave that rippled outward, and Seris’s eyes rolled back as she was launched backward.

She crashed through her own throne—the obsidian shattering like glass—before slamming into the wall beyond. Her body went limp immediately, consciousness fleeing from the devastating blow.

On the other side, Akane’s leg came up in a graceful arc that seemed almost lazy. Her kick caught Vyrena under the chin with monstrous force, snapping the black-haired queen’s head back so hard her neck audibly popped.

Vyrena’s body lifted off the ground, spinning through the air like a ragdoll before crashing down onto her throne. The obsidian cracked beneath her, splitting the seat completely in half. She slumped forward, eyes unfocused, blood dripping from her mouth.

Both queens lay motionless. Breathing. But utterly unconscious.

The hall fell silent except for the gentle flutter of butterfly wings.

Akane lowered her leg slowly, adjusting her crimson dress where it had ridden up during the kick. Her nine tails swayed behind her as she turned to look at Yu Xiang, golden eyes curious.

"But didn’t husband tell you to kill everyone rather than trapping them?" Her voice held genuine confusion. "Aren’t you being soft-hearted?"

Yu Xiang shrugged, the motion elegant and unconcerned. She snapped her fingers once.

The butterflies responded immediately. Thousands of them swirled through the air in a massive vortex, creating patterns of living darkness that spiraled around Yu Xiang’s body.

The purple glow from their wings intensified, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Each butterfly contained someone. Hundreds of catkin nobles, warriors, servants—all trapped, all watching, all completely under her control. Their faces pressed against translucent dark barriers within each insect, eyes wide with terror and helpless rage.

Yu Xiang’s violet eyes swept across the swarm, and her lips curved into a smile that showed too many teeth.

"Isn’t it quite good to have an audience?"

The purple light reflected in her eyes made them glow with something predatory. Something ancient and utterly merciless. The smile widened as she surveyed her handiwork—hundreds of trapped souls bearing witness to their queens’ absolute defeat.

Pure power. Absolute control.

Sabrina stood there, golden tiger eyes tracking the swarm of butterflies, watching how they responded to Yu Xiang’s slightest gesture. She saw that smirk. Those glowing purple eyes.

The casual, almost bored way the woman held the lives of hundreds in her hands like they were nothing more than amusing toys.

"Shit," Sabrina muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Are all of you women such psychos?"