Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 67 - Face Slapping Eei Family

But Cang’s hand was already on her lower back, gentle but firm, guiding her forward.

"They’ll know you’re with someone who makes you feel good," he said casually, and she wanted to hit him but couldn’t muster the strength.

Her body was still buzzing. Two orgasms in rapid succession—the first she’d ever experienced from another person’s touch—had left her legs weak, her mind fuzzy, her pussy still clenching with aftershocks.

’I hate him I hate him I hate him—’ she chanted mentally, but it was becoming a lie and she knew it.

Because beneath the shame and humiliation was something else.

Relief.

For the first time since the Wei family had started pressuring her, since the "banquet invitation" had arrived, since she’d realized she was going to be forced into marriage with a man she despised—

For the first time, she felt like maybe, maybe, she had a way out.

And that way out was walking beside her, radiating power and confidence, looking like an emperor while she looked like a woman who’d just been thoroughly pleasured.

’Gods help me,’ she thought as they approached the ceremony building’s entrance.

The building itself was impressive by Qinghe’s standards—three stories, traditional architecture with curved roofs and red pillars, paper lanterns hanging from eaves. The Wei family had clearly spared no expense, wanting to showcase their "importance" to the region.

Guests milled around the entrance—minor merchants, local officials, families hoping to curry favor with the Wei household. All dressed in their finest clothes, all maintaining the careful social dance of small-town politics.

And then Cang walked into view.

The effect was instantaneous.

Conversations stopped mid-word. Heads turned as if pulled by invisible strings. Eyes widened, mouths opened slightly, and a collective intake of breath rippled through the crowd.

Because he looked like a god who’d descended to walk among mortals.

His imperial crimson robes flowed as he moved, the golden dragon embroidery seeming to shimmer in the morning light. His transformed face—sharp, beautiful, commanding—drew every eye. His presence radiated power that even mortals could feel pressing against their senses like summer heat.

"Who—"

"Is that—"

"Look at him—"

The whispers started immediately, spreading like wildfire through the gathered crowd.

And beside him, still being guided by his hand on her back—

Zhang Yue, looking thoroughly debauched.

Her face was flushed, tear-stained. Her hair disheveled from clutching at him during flight. Her chest binding slightly askew, showing more cleavage than intended. And most damningly—

The wet patch between her legs, clearly visible on her tight pants, marking her as someone who’d just experienced intense pleasure.

"ZHANG YUE—?!"

A woman’s voice, sharp with shock and scandalized delight.

One of the local gossips—Madam Chen, a merchant’s wife who thrived on spreading rumors—was staring with wide eyes that were already calculating how to spread this story.

"You—you came with—" Her gaze flicked between Yue and Cang, and her eyes landed on the wet patch. "Oh my—did you two—were you—?!"

"SHUT UP—!!" Yue’s face burned crimson, one hand moving to try to cover herself, but it was useless.

Everyone had seen.

Everyone was staring.

At her ruined state. At the impossibly handsome man beside her. At the obvious implications.

"Young Miss Zhang brought a companion," Cang said smoothly, his voice cutting through the whispers with casual authority. "I’m a family friend. Here to ensure she’s treated with appropriate respect."

His golden eyes swept across the crowd, and several people actually flinched—some primal instinct recognizing danger despite his gentle tone.

"Family friend—?" Madam Chen’s voice was skeptical, salacious. "But she’s—and you’re—"

"If you continue that sentence," Cang interrupted, still smiling pleasantly, "I’ll ensure your husband learns about your affair with the blacksmith. In detail. Publicly."

Silence.

Madam Chen’s face went white, then crimson, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

’How does he—?!’ She’d been so careful—

But Cang had already moved on, guiding Yue toward the entrance, and the crowd parted before them like water before a ship’s prow.

No one dared block his path. No one dared even speak too loudly in his presence.

They entered the main hall—a large open space with tables arranged in careful hierarchy, a raised platform at the far end where the Wei family would sit in positions of honor. Decorations hung from the ceiling, and servants moved through the crowd offering refreshments.

And the moment they entered—

All eyes turned to them again.

But this time, the crowd was different. More important people. Local officials, successful merchants, the few cultivators the region could claim.

And at the raised platform—

The Wei family.

Young Master Wei sat in a place of prominence—maybe twenty-four years old, handsome in a conventional way, wearing expensive robes that screamed "trying too hard." Early Qi Condensation realm, barely qualified as a cultivator. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Beside him sat his mother—Madam Wei—a woman in her late forties who maintained beauty through expensive cosmetics and jade accessories. No cultivation, but wealth and influence made her one of the most powerful figures in Qinghe.

And behind them, standing in positions of respect—

Elder Wei, the family head. Late fifties, Foundation Establishment realm (early stage), the strongest cultivator for a hundred miles. His presence was meant to intimidate, to remind everyone that the Wei family had real power.

Young Master Wei was the first to notice their entrance.

His eyes landed on Zhang Yue, and his face lit up with possessive satisfaction—

Then saw Cang beside her.

And his expression curdled.

"You—" He stood abruptly, chair scraping. "Zhang Yue—who is THIS—?!"

His voice carried across the hall, and everyone turned to watch the drama unfold.

Yue opened her mouth to respond, but Cang spoke first:

"I’m Cang Wuhen," he said calmly, his voice resonating through the hall with casual power. "A friend of the family. Here to ensure Young Miss Zhang is treated appropriately."

"’Friend’—?!" Young Master Wei’s voice cracked with rage and humiliation, because he could see—could see the wet patch on her pants, could see her disheveled appearance, could see the way she stood slightly behind Cang like seeking protection. "You—you DEFILED her—?!"

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"WEI CHEN—!!" Yue’s voice was horrified. "DON’T—don’t say—!"

"Look at her—!!" Wei Chen continued, pointing accusingly. "She’s clearly been—been USED—and she brings her—her LOVER to MY ceremony—?!"

Madam Wei stood as well, her face a mask of outraged dignity.

"This is UNACCEPTABLE," she declared, voice sharp and authoritative. "Zhang Yue—you were INVITED here as a potential match for my son—and you arrive in such a—a SHAMEFUL state—?!"

She gestured at Yue’s appearance with obvious disgust.

"You reek of sex—" Madam Wei continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "You dress like a common whore—and you have the AUDACITY to bring your—your PARAMOUR to insult my family—?!"

Yue’s face burned with shame, tears stinging her eyes, and she took a step back—

But Cang’s hand on her back stopped her.

"Madam Wei," he said, his voice still calm but carrying a weight that made several people unconsciously step back. "I suggest you choose your next words carefully."

"I will NOT be silenced—!!" Madam Wei’s voice rose shrilly. "In MY home—at MY son’s ceremony—this GIRL has the nerve to—"

CRACK.

Not a physical sound. But a pressure—a sudden, overwhelming presence that flooded the hall like invisible water.

Cang’s spiritual energy, released just slightly, just enough to make every person in the room feel like they were suddenly standing at the bottom of an ocean.

Several mortals gasped, clutching their chests. The few Qi Condensation cultivators went pale, stumbling back. Even Elder Wei, standing behind the platform, stiffened—eyes widening with recognition and fear.

’Core Formation—’ the Elder thought, shock coursing through him. ’No—LATE Core Formation—possibly even Peak—!’