Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World-Chapter 397 - Gara’s determination

Outside, the women watching had seen and heard everything.

They stood in stunned silence, processing what they’d witnessed.

"He... he’s offering us power," one finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"In exchange for submission," another added.

"But did you see? The Chief broke through to Platinum Body!"

"And Yara went from Bronze to Gold!"

"Kasi’s arm is healed!"

"Nara, the weak gatherer, is stronger than most warriors now!"

Gara stood frozen, her mind refusing to accept what her eyes had seen. The Chief—their strongest warrior—had just broken through a major realm during anal sex. It was absurd. Impossible.

But undeniable.

"This is insane," she declared, trying to rally the others. "We’re warriors. We don’t submit to men. We use them as breeding tools, not the other way around!"

Several women nodded in agreement, but their eyes kept drifting back to the hut. To the glowing bodies inside. To the power being freely given.

"Easy for you to say," one of the younger warriors muttered. "You’re already Gold Body. Some of us have been stuck at Bronze for years."

"Then train harder!" Gara snapped.

"For what? To maybe break through in another decade? He’s giving years of cultivation in minutes!"

The crowd was splitting. The older, stronger warriors stood with Gara, their pride refusing to bend. But the younger ones, the weaker ones, the ones who’d been looked down on—they were wavering.

Then, Mira stirred inside the hut.

The young virgin sat up slowly, her body glowing with silver light. She looked at her hands in wonder, flexing her fingers. Power radiated from her—undeniable, overwhelming power.

She stood, her legs steady despite being fucked unconscious, despite losing her virginity in the most brutal way possible.

And she walked to the entrance of the hut.

When she emerged, the gathered women gasped.

"Mira?"

"You’re... you’re Silver Body?"

Mira looked at them, her silver eyes clear and sharp. Gone was the shy, uncertain girl. In her place stood a woman radiating confidence and power.

"He’s real," she said, her voice carrying in a way it never had before. "The power he gives... it’s real."

She raised her hand, and the air around her fist shimmered. She punched forward experimentally, and the shockwave made nearby women stumble back.

"I was nothing," Mira continued. "A virgin girl with weak Bronze cultivation. I couldn’t even hunt properly. And now..."

She looked at her glowing fists. "Now I could probably beat half the hunting parties by myself."

The crowd erupted in whispers.

Gara scoffed, trying to maintain control. "At what cost? Your dignity? Your pride? You let a man defile you like a—"

"Like a what?" Mira interrupted, her new confidence shocking everyone. "Like a woman? Yes. He fucked me. He took my virginity. It hurt. I screamed. I cried."

She stepped closer to Gara. "But I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Because dignity doesn’t matter when you’re weak. I’ve spent my entire life being looked down on. Being considered trash. Being told I’d never be a real warrior."

She raised her hand, and the earth beneath them trembled. Small stones levitated around her fist.

"Now I’m stronger than warriors who’ve trained for fifteen years. And all it cost me was submitting to a man who could actually dominate me. A man who could actually make me feel something other than worthless."

The crowd was silent.

Yara emerged next, her Gold Body gleaming in the afternoon light. Then Kasi, flexing her restored arm with tears of joy streaming down her face. Then Nara, her massive breasts now firm and proud, no longer a source of shame but of power.

One by one, the women Tianlong had bred emerged from the hut. And every single one of them glowed with newfound strength.

Gara clenched her fists, watching her arguments crumble. These weren’t broken women. They weren’t victims. They were transformed. Empowered.

"I won’t—" she started.

"NEXT!"

Tianlong’s voice boomed from inside the hut, cutting through all conversation.

The women’s heads snapped toward the entrance.

He stood there, naked, covered in sweat and cum. His body glistened in the dim light filtering through the walls. His cock—impossibly—was still hard. Still ready.

But more than his physical presence, it was the pressure. The sheer weight of power radiating from him made even Gold Body warriors feel small.

He looked at them, his crimson-gold eyes scanning the crowd, and when his gaze passed over each woman, she felt it. A touch that wasn’t physical but was somehow more intimate than any caress.

"Who’s next?" he asked, his voice carrying dark amusement. "Who wants power?"

Several women stepped forward immediately, their pride abandoned in the face of what they’d witnessed. Warriors who’d spent years cultivating, now willing to submit for a chance at instant advancement.

Then more. And more.

A line formed.

Gara watched in disbelief as her own warriors, women she’d trained, women she’d fought beside, all lined up like breeding sows waiting for a bull. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"You’re all fools," she spat, but her voice lacked conviction.

Because deep down, she felt it too. Her pussy was soaked, her nipples hard. Her body—her traitorous Gold Peak Body—was responding to the primal dominance radiating from the man.

She wanted it. Wanted him. Wanted the power.

But her pride...

Tianlong’s eyes found hers across the crowd. He smiled, and it wasn’t kind. It was the smile of a predator who knew his prey was already caught.

"Not ready yet?" he asked, speaking directly to her despite the distance. "That’s fine. I’ll save you for last. Let you watch all your warriors submit first. Let you see them become stronger than you while you cling to your pride."

His gaze intensified. "And then, when you finally break, when you finally beg me to fuck you, I’ll make you scream louder than all of them combined."

Gara’s legs trembled. Her pussy clenched, a trickle of arousal running down her thigh.

"Come on then," Tianlong said, gesturing to the line of women. "All of you. Let’s see how many I can break tonight."

He stepped back into the hut.

The first woman in line—a young Bronze Body warrior named Tira—followed him in. The entrance flap closed behind them.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

"AHHHHHHHN!!!"

Tira’s scream echoed out, and the breeding spree continued.

Gara stood frozen, watching woman after woman enter the hut. Watching them emerge transformed, glowing, powerful.

Her pride warred with her desire.

Behind her, she heard whispers.

"Is that... is that the other tribes?"

Gara spun around.

In the distance, through the trees, she could see figures. Scouts from neighboring tribes, watching from a safe distance.

They’d felt the energy pulses. They’d heard the screams.

They knew something was happening.

And when they reported back, when word spread that the Silver Fang Tribe was undergoing a mass cultivation breakthrough...

"Fuck," Gara whispered.

This wasn’t just about pride anymore. This was about survival.

If other tribes learned what was happening, they’d either attack to stop it or demand the same power for themselves. Either way, war was coming.

She looked back at the hut, where another woman’s scream of pleasure and breakthrough echoed out.

They needed to become strong. Fast.

All of them.

Including her.

Gara’s fists clenched. Her Gold Peak Body trembled with the decision she was making.

She stepped toward the hut, toward the line of waiting women.

Toward submission.

Toward power.

"Barrier and treaty will stop them but what if he choose those women... I need to stop it from happening."