- Spatial ManipulationLianhua made a weak sound, her tail twitching slightly, but she was too exhausted to lift her head or respond properly.
He continued watching, mesmerized, as her body slowly healed itself.
The sutured wound across her abdomen was closing faster now, the tissue knitting together, the stitches he'd placed beginning to dissolve as her natural healing factor kicked back online.
Her skin was regaining its healthy glow, the pale exhaustion being replaced by a subtle vitality.
Even her breathing was becoming more steady, more controlled, as her spiritual energy began circulating properly for the first time in months.
It was working. The dual cultivation was actually fucking 'working'.
Unable to resist, he reached forward and grabbed her tail firmly, wrapping his fingers around the fluffy appendage.
"Nnngh~!?" She jerked weakly, a soft whimper escaping her throat.
He tugged gently, pulling her hips back toward him, and positioned his cock—which was already hardening again—at her entrance.
"W-wait~..." Her voice was barely a whisper, weak and exhausted. "No more~... please~..."
"Just one more," he lied, slowly pushing back inside her newly-tightened pussy.
The sensation made him groan—she was still slick from their combined fluids, but her walls had regained enough tone to grip him properly, not the gaping looseness from moments ago.
"Hnnngh~..."
He sank in to the hilt, buried balls-deep in her cum-filled womb once more, and paused.
Looking down at her broken form—ass raised, face pressed into the stone, tears still flowing, tail gripped firmly in his hand like a leash—
He felt something settle in his chest.
Possessiveness. Ownership. 'Mine'.
"I will make you mine," he said softly, beginning to move again in slow, deep strokes. "And healed."
PAH...
"Hngh~..."
PAH...
"Aahh~..."
"My wife."
PAH PAH PAH!
"HHNGH~!! AAHHH~!! NNNGH~!!"
Her exhausted whimpers transformed back into desperate moans as he picked up the pace again, using her tail as a handle to pull her back onto his cock with each thrust.
After everything they'd done over the past two—no, 'three' hours now—he was still going.
Still fucking her.
Still claiming her.
And judging by the way her pussy was clenching around him despite her exhaustion, her body was still responding, still accepting him, still 'wanting' him even when her mind was too far gone to protest.
"Please~... hah~... too... much~..."
"I know," he replied, gripping her hips with both hands now, pounding into her with renewed vigor. "But this is what you need. What we 'both' need."
PAH PAH PAH PAH!
"HIEEEKK~!! AAAHHHH~!! CUMMING~!! CUMMING AGAIN~!!"
Her body convulsed one final time, pussy spasming around his cock as she came again—her tenth? Twelfth? He'd lost count—
And he followed shortly after, burying himself deep and flooding her womb with yet another load of spiritually-charged cum.
"Fuck—take it—take 'all' of it—"
PAAAAHHH!
He held himself there, grinding against her ass, making sure every drop was deposited as deep as possible, directly against her healing dantian.
When he finally pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, she collapsed completely—face-first onto the altar, hips falling to the side, legs splaying open.
Cum immediately began leaking from her well-used pussy, but this time he watched as the automatic absorption kicked in again, her body reclaiming the spiritual essence.
She was unconscious now, completely passed out from exhaustion, but even in sleep her face looked more peaceful than before.
The pain lines were gone. The despair was gone.
She looked... content.
He sat back, finally allowing himself to catch his breath, and called up the System interface.
'Status report on her dantian reconstruction.'
[Reconstruction Progress: 47.3% complete. Significant improvement from baseline 0%. Estimated sessions remaining: 28-35 for full restoration. Recommend 24-hour rest period before next session to allow cellular integration.]
He nodded slowly, looking down at Lianhua's sleeping form.
Forty-seven percent in one session. Not bad.
And judging by how her body was still glowing faintly with spiritual energy, the healing process would continue even while she slept.
'And my own cultivation status?'
[User Cultivation: Mortal → Early Qi Condensation (breakthrough achieved). Spiritual energy absorbed from partner during dual cultivation has initiated reconstruction of User's own damaged meridians. Continued sessions recommended for mutual benefit.]
His eyebrows rose. He'd actually broken through too?
Interesting. The dual cultivation was helping him as much as it was helping her.
Makes sense, actually. His current body—the original Cang Wuhen—had been crippled before he reincarnated into it. But with Lianhua's spiritual energy flowing into him during their marathon fuck session, his own foundation had begun rebuilding.
Mutually beneficial. Perfect.
He stood up slowly, his legs actually slightly shaky from the extended exertion, and looked around the cave.
They'd need proper rest, food, water, and a clean space before the next session.
Plus he still had that dragon corpse to deal with, and his other scattered artifacts to recover.
But for now...
He carefully lifted Lianhua's unconscious form, cradling her against his chest. She mumbled something incoherent, nuzzling into his warmth, and he felt that annoying twist in his chest again.
"Sleep well, wife," he murmured, carrying her toward a cleaner section of the cave. "We've got a long road ahead of us."
Her tail wrapped weakly around his wrist in response, and he smiled—small, genuine, the kind of expression the Heavenly Demon would never have worn.
Maybe Arjun's humanity was rubbing off on him after all.
Or maybe... maybe this was just what happened when you finally had something worth protecting instead of destroying.
Either way, he wasn't letting her go.
She was his now. Completely, utterly, irrevocably 'his'.
And he'd fuck her back to full strength, one brutal session at a time.
Cang Wuhen stood slowly, his legs surprisingly steady despite the marathon session that had left Lianhua unconscious and thoroughly claimed.
He looked down at her sleeping form—naked, cum-leaking, tail twitching weakly in sleep—and felt that same possessive satisfaction settling in his chest.
Mine.
But there was work to do.
'System, inventory check. What artifacts from my previous life are scattered in this valley?'
The translucent interface materialized before his eyes, text scrolling rapidly.
[Scanning Death Valley for items connected to User's spiritual signature...]
[Found: 47 items]
[Notable artifacts:
- Dimensional Storage Ring (Void-Class) - Located 50 meters northeast
- Heavenly Demon's Grimoire (already retrieved)
- 2,847 corrupted spiritual herbs (purified by User)
- Dragon Emperor Tianlong's corpse and lake
- Seven Soul-Binding Talismans
- Demonic Cultivation Manual (Forbidden Grade)
- 12 high-grade spirit stones
- Various weapons, pills, treasures]
Cang's eyes narrowed, focusing on the first item. 'Dimensional ring. That's priority one. Where exactly?'
A glowing arrow appeared in his vision, pointing toward a pile of bones near the cave entrance.
He carefully laid Lianhua down on a clean section of stone—she didn't even stir, completely exhausted—and made his way across the cave floor, stepping over skeletal remains and rat droppings.
The ring was half-buried under a ribcage, its black metal band still gleaming despite being here for who knows how long. The moment his fingers touched it, he felt the spiritual resonance—this was definitely his.
The original Heavenly Demon's dimensional storage.
He slipped it onto his finger, and information flooded his mind. The internal space was MASSIVE—easily the size of a small mountain, filled with treasures, weapons, cultivation resources he'd accumulated over fifty thousand years of existence.
'Holy shit,' he thought, scrolling through the mental inventory. 'This is better than any system shop.'
Pills that could raise someone's cultivation by entire realms. Weapons that could split mountains. Technique manuals lost to time. Enough spirit stones to buy entire kingdoms.
And most importantly—
'Spatial manipulation tools,' he thought, pulling out a small jade slip and scanning its contents mentally. 'Perfect for what I'm planning.'