CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133 - WHY DOES FENG CARE ABOUT BEING OLD SUDDENLY?

The echo of my command still hung in the air as the enslaved cultivators dispersed with mechanical precision, their souls bound to my will, their bodies moving to fulfill my order without question.

Zhang Wuji bowed deeply before vanishing in a blur of steel-gray motion, leading the search parties to scour the continent.

Within moments, the grand hall emptied, leaving only the three of us in the vast chamber.

The silence that followed felt heavy, weighted with unspoken thoughts and barely contained emotions.

I turned, expecting to see my wives’ usual composed expressions, but instead found something that made my chest tighten unexpectedly.

Feng stood perfectly still, her ice-blue eyes fixed on my face without blinking, as if she were trying to memorize every detail. Her pale features held an expression I’d never seen before—vulnerable, searching, almost afraid.

Beside her, Mei kept stealing glances between us, her dark eyes darting nervously, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by something that looked dangerously close to anxiety.

Her vines, normally so animated, hung limp around her shoulders like wilted flowers.

"Are you going to search for your old family?"

Feng’s question cut through the silence like a blade, her voice carefully controlled but carrying an undercurrent of something that made my enhanced senses pick up the subtle tremor in her words.

The anxiety was there, barely contained beneath her ice-queen facade. The fear that I might abandon them, that this search for my eldest son’s wife was the first step toward rebuilding the family I’d lost, leaving my current wives as nothing more than temporary companions.

Mei’s expression mirrored Feng’s concerns, though she tried to hide it behind lowered lashes.

Both of them looked like they were bracing for abandonment, preparing for the moment when their husband would choose blood over bond.

The sight hit me harder than the thrusts I gave Mei a moment ago.

These magnificent women—who had stood beside me through all the issues, who had faced down ancient monsters with me, and who had literally let me pound them to oblivion; hell, their pussy might be shaped by my dick by now—were afraid I might leave them.

A slow smirk spread across my lips as understanding dawned.

’Oh, my beautiful wives. You have no idea how wrong you are.’

Without warning, I reached out and pulled Mei against me, my arm wrapping around her curvy waist.

She gasped, wincing slightly as her sensitive body pressed against mine, still tender from our earlier marathon session.

"Ah~!" The soft sound escaped her lips as I held her close, her full breasts pressing against my chest through the silk of her robes.

She looked up at me with those wide, dark eyes, confusion and hope warring in her expression.

After a moment, she seemed to understand that I needed privacy with Feng, giving a small nod before reluctantly stepping back.

"I’ll... I’ll check on the palace arrangements," she murmured, her cheeks flushed as she retreated with careful steps, her hips swaying despite her obvious soreness.

Sometimes I think these women were cursed to me. Even after all that session, I wanted to fuck her again.

With Mei gone, I turned my full attention to Feng, offering my free hand while keeping the other resting on where Mei’s waist had been, still warm from her touch.

"Will you hate me if I marry more women?"

The question came out softer than I’d intended, my voice carrying a sincerity that surprised even me.

Our bond had deepened to the point where their opinions actually mattered—not just for political reasons or cultivation benefits, but because I genuinely cared what they thought of me.

Though, to be honest, even if they hated it, I needed to live and also protect everyone from upcoming plot dangers of this crappy cultivation novel. Without a dual cultivation system, farming, and pounding more women, I might die the moment I get cornered.

It was a strange realization for someone who had read so many harem webnovels, wanting to hear words from one of his many women.

I guess those fictions were really far different than reality... her words really mattered to me as much as her pussy.

Feng blinked, her pale blue eyes widening slightly before a puzzled expression crossed her features.

"Why would I care about you marrying other women?"

Her response was so matter-of-fact, so casually dismissive, that it caught me completely off guard.

I stared at her, trying to process the contradiction between her earlier anxiety and this apparent indifference. Then understanding dawned, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

’They’ve already accepted that their husband is a pervert.’

The realization was both amusing and oddly touching.

These women had seen through to my core nature—the insatiable appetite, the need for multiple partners that came with my cultivation path—and had made peace with it.

Feng seemed to read my thoughts, her lips curving into a small smile as she placed her delicate hand over mine.

But then her expression shifted, her gaze averting as something vulnerable flickered across her features.

"But what can I do?" she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If my husband wants to go for younger women rather than me."

My eyebrow shot up in disbelief.

"Come on," I said, my voice carrying a note of incredulous affection. "Do you even know what nonsense you are saying?"

Before she could respond, I pulled her against me with gentle but insistent force.

Her massive breasts collided with my chest, soft and fluffy as they sank and molded, her breath mixing with mine as I looked down into those pale blue eyes that held depths of winter storms but hotness that was enough to make my cock twitch and spit several rounds.

"You know," I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, "just looking at you makes me wrecked. I was born to ravage you all day and night."

The words sent a visible shiver through her voluptuous form, her cheeks flushing with that delicate pink that made such a beautiful contrast against her pale skin.

"But didn’t you say the same thing to me, husband?"

Mei’s voice cut through the moment like cold water, making both Feng and me turn. She stood in the doorway, having apparently overheard despite her earlier retreat.

More likely she was moving slowly deliberately to peek on us. Women are hard to understand, but even harder when they are your wives.

Feng’s expression went completely blank, her ice-queen mask snapping back into place as she stared at me with what could only be described as deadpan disappointment.

I chuckled internally, realizing I’d been caught recycling romantic lines like some amateur poet.

’I need to be more creative with romance.’

Rather than try to explain myself out of this particular hole, I decided on a more direct approach to change the topic.

I used my finger to call Mei as she approached with that naive innocent look, as if she hadn’t just screwed my rizz.

But again, her walking towards me with that face was like a rabbit walking towards a lion whose mouth was watering with the urge to devour those two soft pieces of flesh—no, her whole body, eaten up again and again.

"Now then..." I moved, needing to since I couldn’t let my wives doubt my sincerity in wanting them.

My left hand moved behind Feng’s back to grasp her right breast through the silk of her robe, my fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh that was massive, like three times the size of my palm, digging in like perky jelly—a jelly that I wanted to turn into mud by making it dirty myself.

While my other hand grabbed Mei’s wrist, yanking her again for acting up like this, her body hitting mine and then my hand hitting her left buttock, groping her plump ass, squeezing the firm but loosened-by-continuous-fuck curve with force she might have become habitual of.

"Oh~!"

"Ahn~!"

Both women gasped in unison, their lips parting as breath hitched in their throats. The sound went straight to my cock, making it twitch with renewed interest despite our recent activities.

"Just look down," I commanded Feng softly.

She obeyed, her gaze dropping to where my fingers had sunk into her breast, the silk fabric doing nothing to hide how my touch molded her soft flesh.

"Just see what happens to my fingers," I continued, tightening my grip until she whimpered. "Do you know what happens when I lay my whole body on you? You devour me, wife."

The words had their intended effect. Feng’s eyes fluttered closed as a deep blush spread across her cheeks, and she leaned into my shoulder with a soft sigh of surrender.

For several moments, I indulged in what could only be called foreplay, my hands roaming over both women’s bodies with practiced skill.

Feng’s massive tits filled my palm perfectly, her nipples hardening under the silk as I teased them. Mei’s ass was just as responsive, her curves molding to my touch as soft moans escaped her lips.

"Mmm... husband..." Mei breathed, her body swaying slightly as my fingers traced the curve of her hip.

"Ah... too sensitive..." Feng whispered against my shoulder, her own hands clutching at my robes as I continued my gentle assault on her senses.

After thoroughly enjoying their responses, I finally pulled back slightly, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"By the way," I said, my voice still husky from arousal, "where did this age thing come from?"

I looked between them, genuinely puzzled.

’I thought age shouldn’t matter much? We can maintain our youth for centuries, even millennia depending on our realm. So what’s with you, my sexy thick wife?’

It was a valid point.

Cultivators routinely lived for hundreds or thousands of years, their bodies locked in whatever state they achieved their breakthrough. Age became more about experience and power than physical appearance.

So why was Feng worried about being replaced by "younger" women?

She was a goddamn walking aphrodisiac!