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Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 61 - Sleeping Peacefully from Day’s Exhaustion
Silence.
Zhang Yue’s eyes went wide, her entire body going rigid as she processed what he’d just said.
"Wh-what—?" Her voice came out strangled. "What did you—?"
Cang finally turned to face her fully, lowering his pointing finger but maintaining eye contact with those intense golden dragon eyes that seemed to see straight through her.
"I heard you’re getting married," he said conversationally, as if they were discussing weather and not the fact that he’d just publicly fucked a woman into breakthrough. "To some Young Master Wei, correct?"
"How do you—?!" Yue’s face flushed darker. "That’s none of your—!!"
"Don’t you need power?" he continued, voice gentle but pointed. "To protect yourself? To have a choice in your own future?"
His words hit like physical blows.
Because he was right.
Young Master Wei had made it clear—tomorrow’s "banquet" was just formality. She was expected to become his concubine whether she agreed or not. The Wei family had enough influence in this backwater town to make her life hell if she refused.
And she was weak. Early body cultivation. Barely stronger than a mortal. Couldn’t even break the grip of a Peak Qi Condensation cultivator.
"I—" Her throat tightened. "I don’t need—I don’t need YOU—!!"
"Yue’er—" Madam Lin stepped between them, trying to mediate, but her daughter’s anger was already erupting.
"GET OUT—!!" Yue screamed, face twisted with fury and humiliation and fear. "GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE—!! YOU—YOU PERVERTED—DISGUSTING—HOW DARE YOU—?!"
She grabbed whatever was nearest—a wooden bowl—and threw it at him.
Cang caught it casually with one hand, still maintaining that calm, almost pitying expression.
"I’LL DO IT MYSELF—!!" Yue continued ranting, voice cracking. "I’LL GET STRONG MYSELF—I DON’T NEED SOME—SOME PERVERT WHO FUCKS WOMEN TO—TO—"
She couldn’t finish. Couldn’t articulate the rage and shame and want that was churning in her gut.
Because part of her—a part she hated—had watched that entire scene and thought:
’She broke through. In minutes. Just from—from that—’
"LEAVE—!!" she finally screamed, turning and running—bolting up the wooden stairs to the second floor, feet pounding on steps, and the SLAM of a door echoed through the house.
Her bedroom. Locked. Barricaded.
And from behind the door, muffled—
"What—what is that man even saying—?!" Her voice was shaking, hands pressed against the wood. "How can he—how can he just—?!"
Her face burned crimson, hands moving up to cover her heated cheeks, sliding down to rest over her racing heart.
’He offered to—to fuck me—in front of mother—in front of everyone—like it was—like it was normal—!’
But beneath the outrage was something else.
A tiny, traitorous voice that whispered:
’But she DID break through. You saw it. Half a realm in minutes. And you’re running out of time. Tomorrow the Wei family—’
"SHUT UP—" she hissed to herself, pressing her back against the door, sliding down to sit on the floor. "I don’t—I won’t—I’m not some—some WHORE who—"
But her thighs pressed together involuntarily, pussy still wet from watching, and she hated herself for it.
Downstairs, Madam Lin stood in the sudden silence, staring at the stairs where her daughter had fled, then slowly turning to face Cang with an expression of mortified apology.
"I—I’m so sorry—" She immediately bowed. Deep. Ninety degrees. The formal apology of someone who’d been raised in cultivation society and knew protocols. "She’s just—she’s scared and angry and—"
The words died in her throat.
Because from this angle—bent at the waist, head down, eyes naturally falling forward—
She could see it again.
His cock. Still fully erect. Still massive and thick and glistening with Xiao’s juices. Standing proud between his legs like it hadn’t just spent the last hour destroying a woman’s pussy.
’How—’ her mind stuttered. ’How does he still—? How much stamina does he HAVE—?!’
She’d watched her late husband struggle to maintain an erection for more than a few minutes. Had used her wooden dildo precisely because mortal men simply couldn’t sustain.
But this—
This cultivator had fucked Xiao for nearly an hour. Had cum so much it had overflowed her womb. Had transferred enough spiritual energy to push her half a realm higher.
And he was still hard.
’Is this—is this normal for Core Formation cultivators? Or is he—?’
"Auntie?"
She snapped upright, face burning, realizing she’d been staring at his cock for far too long.
"I—yes—sorry—I mean—" Words tumbled out incoherently.
But Cang just smiled. That gentle, understanding smile that somehow made everything worse because it suggested he knew exactly what she’d been looking at.
"It’s fine," he said, voice warm and reassuring. He reached up to ruffle his own hair in a gesture that seemed almost boyish, innocent. "It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have asked so directly. It was wrong of me."
The apology was so sincere that Madam Lin felt her defensive anger deflating.
"I just—" He continued, and now his voice carried that note of genuine concern that triggered every maternal instinct she had. "I just wanted to help her. I know what it’s like to be powerless against people with more influence. When Lin Feng and I traveled together, we saw it constantly—good people crushed by those with power."
’Lin Feng—’ Her heart clenched at her son’s name.
"I thought—" His voice actually cracked slightly. "I thought maybe I could help. Use my cultivation method to give her the strength to choose her own path. But I understand. It was inappropriate."
"No—I—" Madam Lin found herself reaching out, wanting to comfort him now, this young man who’d known her son, who was clearly trying to help in his own strange way. "It’s not—you meant well—I know you did—"
’And he’s right,’ a voice in her head added. ’Yue’er DOES need power. Tomorrow the Wei family will—and she’s not strong enough to—’
But she couldn’t say that. Couldn’t acknowledge that this pervert’s offer might actually be the only solution.
Night was falling. Shadows lengthening through the windows, the sun dipping below the mountains.
"Let me—let me show you to the guest room," Madam Lin said, desperate to change the subject, to restore some normalcy to this insane situation. "You and your—your companions—you can rest there."
"Thank you," Cang said with genuine gratitude. He moved to Xiao’s unconscious form, lifting her easily in his arms—her petite body still glowing faintly, cum still leaking from her pussy. "Suyin, come."







