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Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

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« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri
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