Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 52 - Powerhouses’ Arrival

One night. He’d jumped from Peak Foundation Establishment to Early Core Formation through systematic dual cultivation.

It should have been impossible.

But with six devoted women, system assistance, and brutal efficiency—

He’d done it.

Dawn light filtered through the trees, painting the devastated clearing in soft gold.

Cang stood—finally pulling out of whichever woman he’d been inside last—and stretched, back cracking, muscles loosening.

Around him, six women sat in lotus position, bodies still glowing faintly with spiritual energy, eyes closed in meditation to consolidate their gains.

He walked among them, inspecting his work.

Suyin: Her thick MILF body was covered in handprints, bite marks, and dried fluids. But her skin glowed with spiritual power now. Her breasts—those massive D-cups—hung heavy but firm, showing cultivator vitality. He lifted one, feeling its weight, admiring how the flesh yielded under his fingers. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Hua: The shorter, stockier woman’s body showed similar marks. Her huge ass bore the imprint of his hands perfectly. He grabbed one cheek, kneading the thick flesh, watching it jiggle even in her meditative state.

Mei: Her moderate build now radiated quiet strength. Her C-cups with pointed nipples showed teeth marks. He rubbed her head gently, almost affectionately—she’d surrendered fastest, deserved acknowledgment.

Xiao: The tiny nineteen-year-old’s body was the most marked—her small frame had taken the worst abuse. But she was also the strongest of the maids now, her spiritual root blossoming beautifully. He cupped one of her ridiculous breasts, feeling the perky weight, the perfect handful.

Liling: His second wife sat with perfect posture despite exhaustion. Her noble beauty remained even covered in his marks. Her perky ass still bore his handprints. Her body was slender but now radiated power. He stroked her hair, and she leaned into his touch unconsciously, even in meditation.

And Lianhua—

His first wife sat furthest back, silver eyes open and staring at him with visible shock.

"What happened?" he asked, genuinely curious at her expression.

She shook her head slowly, tails swishing with agitation.

"You’ve... you’ve become much stronger," she whispered. "Impossibly stronger. Early Core Formation in one night—?!"

He chuckled, moving to sit beside her. "Why? Aren’t I the same Foundation Establishment cultivator I was yesterday?"

"NO!" Her voice cracked. "You’re—you’re at the Early Core now! And these women—five cultivators at Peak Qi Condensation, one at my level—you created five powerhouses in one night—!!"

He looked at the meditating women, then back at her, and smiled darkly.

"Now you understand why I want to fuck more women."

The words hung between them.

Because it was true. Dual cultivation wasn’t just pleasure—it was power. Each woman he claimed, each body he broke and rebuilt, each loyal servant he created—

They made him stronger. And he made them stronger. A feedback loop of mutual enhancement.

Women could absorb and circulate cultivation energy more efficiently than men. Their bodies were designed for it—receptive, adaptive, perfect vessels.

So the more women he fucked, the more power he accumulated.

And the more power he gave them in return.

A cultivation harem wasn’t just harems—it was strategic.

Lianhua’s face showed understanding. And fear. And something like... acceptance?

She bit her lip, then moved closer, her tails wrapping around him in a possessive embrace.

"You... you won’t abandon me, right?" Her voice was small. Vulnerable. "Even with all these other women—even as you collect more—you’ll still—"

He grabbed her face, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"I will mold your body," he said, voice dropping to intimate darkness. "Mold your pussy to crave my cock. So that you never ask this question again."

He pulled her closer, his other hand gripping her ass roughly.

"Because my cock craves your pussy as much as your pussy craves my cock."

Her entire body trembled. Tears formed in her silver eyes—not from pain, but from overwhelming emotion.

"My dear husband~" she whispered, voice breaking.

Then she moved up onto her tiptoes—even sitting, trying to reach his height—cupped his face in both hands, and kissed him.

Not rough. Not desperate.

Loving.

"Mmmmmh~... mmwah~... haaahh~..."

Her lips moved against his gently, tongue sliding in to taste him, bodies pressed together intimately. His hands roamed her perfect curves, kneading her ass, pulling her closer.

They kissed like actual lovers. Like husband and wife. Not master and servant, not dominant and submissive—

Just two people who’d found each other in a fucked-up cultivation world and decided to claim each other completely.

"Mmmmh~... I love you~... mmmwah~... only you~... haahh~..."

She murmured between kisses, and he swallowed the words, returning them with actions rather than speech.

Because he did—in his own twisted way—need her.

Not love. Not really. But something close enough to matter.

She was his. Completely. And he would never let her go.

The kiss lasted until sunrise fully painted the clearing in gold, until the other five women began stirring from meditation, until reality reasserted itself.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Lianhua rested her forehead against his chest and whispered:

"Thank you... for keeping me~"

The kiss broke as Cang’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

His entire body went rigid, golden dragon pupils dilating as his enhanced senses screamed danger.

"Husband—?" Lianhua started, confused by his sudden tension.

Then she felt it too.

The sky was changing.

Not physically at first—just a shift in spiritual pressure, a wrongness in the air that made every cultivator’s instincts scream.

CRACK—

Reality tore.

Not metaphorically. The very fabric of space above them split open like cloth being ripped, revealing darkness beyond darkness, and from that wound in the world—

Pressure.

Spiritual pressure so immense it felt like the sky itself was falling.

WHAM!

Cang’s body was forced forward, knees buckling, spine bending under invisible weight that crushed down from above.

The five meditating women were slammed flat to the ground, their newly-formed cores screaming in protest as cultivation energy far beyond their comprehension pressed them into the dirt like insects.

"KYAAAAHHH~!!"

"WH-WHAT—?!"

"CAN’T—BREATHE—!!"

Their screams were cut off as the pressure intensified, threatening to crush their bodies, collapse their cores, snuff them out like candles.

But Cang—

FLASH!

His dragon scales erupted across his entire body in an instant, black-azure armor spreading from his torso to his limbs, covering him in living metal-organic hybrid that resisted.

The pressure still pushed down, but he could move.

"RAAAHHHH—!!"

With a roar of effort, he forced himself upright, scales glowing with golden light as they channeled his Core Formation energy into pure defensive power.

WHOOOOSH!

A barrier materialized above them—dome-shaped, golden-scaled, shimmering with dragon essence. It caught the spiritual pressure like a shield catching falling boulders, redistributing the weight.

The women gasped as the crushing force lifted slightly, enough to breathe, to move.

But Cang’s face was pale. Sweat dripped down his scaled skin. His arms trembled from the effort of maintaining the barrier.

Because that pressure—

’’Peak Golden Core Realm,’’ his mind supplied with cold certainty. ’’Maybe even higher. Multiple sources. They’re coming HERE—’’

He spun toward Lianhua, who was on her knees, silver eyes wide with terror.

"LIANHUA!" His voice was sharp, commanding, desperate. "TELEPORT US! NOW! AWAY FROM HERE—FAST!"

She blinked, shock giving way to understanding, and her tails immediately spread wide as void energy coalesced—

But then her face went pale.

"H-husband, I can’t—the spatial lock—someone’s—"

The sky tore wider.

And Cang felt it—that chill. That presence. That overwhelming gap between his current power and what was descending.

In his past life as the Heavenly Demon, this would have been nothing. Insects. Mortals playing at power.

But now? As Cang Wuhen, freshly broken through to Early Core Formation, unstable and exhausted from all-night dual cultivation?

He was prey.

"Lianhua—!"

"TRYING—!!"