Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 53- Power of Golden Core Cultivators

Her void energy flared brilliantly, fighting against the spatial lock, tearing at reality itself with desperate strength—

CRACK!

A small tear opened behind them—barely large enough for one person, unstable and flickering.

"Where do I send us—?!" she gasped, blood trickling from her nose from the effort.

"ANYWHERE!" Cang roared. "JUST TELEPORT—ALL OF US—NOW!!"

Her silver eyes blazed, and the small tear exploded into a proper portal—

WHOOOOSH!

Void energy engulfed all seven of them in an instant, reality bending, space folding, existence itself twisting as Lianhua burned through her energy reserves to force the teleport despite the spatial lock—

And they vanished.

Just as three figures emerged from the tear in the sky above.

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## The Investigators

The clearing was suddenly, eerily silent.

No more glowing bodies. No more spiritual energy saturation. Just devastation—torn earth, puddles of glowing fluids, scorch marks from tribulation lightning.

And descending from the spatial tear above—

Three figures landed without sound, feet touching ground like they weighed nothing despite the power radiating from them.

The first was an old man—ancient beyond mortal comprehension, appearing maybe eighty but carrying the weight of centuries in his weathered face. Long white beard, flowing robes of deep crimson embroidered with golden clouds, hands clasped behind his back.

His eyes were closed, but his spiritual sense swept the clearing with surgical precision.

Peak Golden Core Realm. Possibly Half-Step Nascent Soul.

To his right materialized a younger man—appearing maybe forty, sharp features, blue cultivation robes marked with water symbols. His presence carried a fluidity, an adaptability, like the ocean itself had taken human form.

Late Golden Core Realm. Water element specialist.

And to the left—

A woman, stunning in that ageless cultivator way. Appearing maybe thirty-five, long black hair bound in an elaborate style, green robes that hugged dangerous curves, face beautiful but cold.

Late Golden Core Realm. Her aura suggested wood element or possibly life-death duality.

All three stood motionless for a long moment, scanning, sensing, analyzing.

Then the old man spoke, voice like grinding millstones:

"Several breakthroughs. All within one night. Multiple subjects."

His closed eyes somehow conveyed intense concentration.

"Five mortals ascending to Qi Condensation. One Foundation Establishment reaching Core Formation. And..."

He paused, frowning.

"...two Core Formation breakthroughs occurring simultaneously. Tribulation was split between two individuals."

The woman’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Impossible. Dual tribulation only occurs for bonded cultivation partners. Twin flames or—"

"Dual cultivators," the old man finished coldly.

Silence.

The implication hung heavy in the air.

The younger man moved first, crouching near a puddle of glowing fluid. He dipped two fingers in, brought them close to his face, sniffed.

Then his expression twisted with distaste and dark amusement.

"Sexual fluids," he confirmed bluntly. "Multiple sources. Male and female. Mixed with spiritual energy residue. Someone was having sex here. Lots of it."

The woman made a disgusted sound but moved to investigate another area. She knelt gracefully, her hand hovering over wood that was soaked through with dried fluids, and her cultivation energy extracted a sample—pulling the liquid into a small sphere of green light.

"Not just sex," she added, analyzing the sample. "Dual cultivation. Systematic energy transfer. The male was giving cultivation base to multiple female partners simultaneously."

Her eyes widened slightly. "And the females were... mortal? No, wait—they had damaged spiritual roots that were ’repaired’ during the process."

All three cultivators exchanged glances.

That should have been impossible.

The younger man stood suddenly, then leaped—body flickering with water energy as he dove directly into the pond.

SPLASH!

But when he emerged seconds later, he wasn’t wet. The water rolled off his body like he was made of oil, his element rejecting the liquid even as it obeyed his will.

He landed back on shore, face grim.

"The pond has traces of blood. Virgin blood, specifically. Mixed with semen and spiritual energy."

His jaw clenched. "Someone deflowered a virgin here while using dual cultivation to breakthrough. And it ’worked’."

The woman closed her eyes, her spiritual sense expanding outward in a wave of green energy that washed over the entire clearing.

Her lips moved silently as she analyzed the residual signatures, counting, identifying, building a picture—

"Four mortals with repaired spiritual roots," she said finally, opening her eyes. "One mortal with newly-formed core. One Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator who broke through to Core Formation. And one..."

She frowned.

"...one whose signature is strange. Unstable. Powerful but newly acquired. Like someone who shouldn’t have that power but forcibly took it anyway."

The old man’s eyes finally opened, revealing irises of pure gold—ancient, knowing, dangerous.

"Return to the Council," he said quietly, but his voice carried absolute authority. "It seems the legend has finally opened the gate for us to move beyond this cursed continent."

The woman’s head snapped toward him. "But Elder, what actually ’is’ —"

The old man raised one hand, and space distorted.

Reality bent around his fingers, air rippling like heat-shimmer, and with a casual gesture he tore through existence itself—

Creating a portal. A wound in the world leading somewhere else entirely.

"Dual cultivation," he said simply, stepping toward the portal. "There is a dual cultivator who has placed his legs in this land. Someone capable of systematic power transfer through sexual intercourse."

Both younger cultivators stared in shock.

"No—" the woman started, her composed facade cracking. "That’s impossible! How can someone from myth actually exist?!"

She gestured frantically at the devastated clearing. "Dual cultivation isn’t sustainable! It’s a ’slow’ process—gradual energy exchange over months or years! To achieve breakthrough in a single night like this, one would need massive amounts of karmic credits!"

Her voice rose with each word, scholarly composure giving way to genuine disbelief.

"Either someone blessed by Heaven itself, or someone who has ’rewritten the fundamental laws of this world’ —"

CRACK—BOOOOOM!!!

Lightning.

Not from the tribulation clouds—those had long since dispersed.

From nothing.

Pure white-gold electricity materialized directly above them, converging into a single point before exploding downward—

"SCATTER—!!"

All three cultivators moved instantly, Peak Golden Core reflexes carrying them away from the strike point in blurs of motion—

KZZZZZAAAAAPPPP!!!

The lightning struck where they’d been standing, scorching the earth black, leaving a crater smoking with residual energy.

But more importantly—

Leaving a message.

The three cultivators regrouped at the clearing’s edge, staring at the strike zone with wide eyes.

Because that lightning hadn’t been meant to kill.

It had been a warning.

The sky itself—or whatever governed the laws of this world—had just told them to shut up.

To stop talking about "rewritten laws."

To stop investigating too closely.

Or else.

The old man’s golden eyes narrowed, understanding dawning.

"The world itself is protecting this dual cultivator," he murmured, more to himself than the others. "Or at least... preventing us from understanding the truth."

He looked at his two subordinates, both still pale from the near-miss.

"We leave. Now. Arrange a continental competition—cultivation tournament, treasure hunt, anything that will draw out powerful cultivators."

His lips curved into something like a smile, though there was no warmth in it.

"We will dig out that rat. That ’golden’ rat who holds the key to escaping this prison continent."

The woman nodded slowly, composure returning. "And if he doesn’t come to the competition?"

"Then we make him," the old man said simply. "Find his connections. His weaknesses. His goals. Everyone wants something. Everyone can be manipulated."

The younger man cracked his knuckles, water energy swirling around his fists. "And if he resists?"

The old man’s golden eyes gleamed with cold calculation.

"Then we remind him that no matter how powerful his dual cultivation makes him, he is ’one’ man. And we are the Council—thousands years of accumulated power, resources, and ruthlessness."

He gestured toward the portal, which still hung open in midair, its edges crackling with spatial energy.

"Move. We have preparations to make."

All three stepped through the portal—

And reality sealed behind them with a sound like tearing silk.