Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system - Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Ch-489:Killing and Wang Ming…was trash
From within the shadows, Wang Ming saw Zhang Liang enter the place. To his luck, he did not have any guards inside. Wang Ming immediately teleported and merged with Zhang Liang’s shadow, watching the spectacle.

“So her name is Mei Mei, huh, and her Golden Core Realm looks like it’s recent,” Wang Ming mumbled as he quietly listened to their conversation. He then narrowed his eyes when he sensed her cultivation and used his soul eyes, learning that she had been recently promoted, which meant she must have been on the verge of becoming a Core Disciple. Wang Ming shook his head and sighed; losing such talent was a waste for the sect. Honestly, if she had not abandoned the sect, even if she had killed someone, the sect would have forgiven her due to her talent.

“Tsk, tsk. As expected of a dual cultivator, she completely tamed him,” Wang Ming watched the spectacle and clicked his tongue when he saw Mei Mei easily seducing Zhang Liang, who had no means of resistance. Well, it couldn’t be blamed—dual cultivators, especially disciples like Mei Mei, had many techniques to seduce non-dual cultivators. Even without techniques, they could easily accomplish it.

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Clap, clap, clap

Wang Ming watched expressionlessly as the two figures were covered in sweat and dual cultivating. There was a look of disdain as he watched Zhang Liang plowing the other person.

“Damn, is he even a man? How can he be small?” Wang Ming mumbled upon seeing Zhang Liang’s tiny tool, which was fully erect. He had seen small sizes before, but what Zhang Liang had was micro-sized, smaller than a thumb.

“Someone said it right—the smaller the size, the louder the guy,” Wang Ming mocked, then shook his head.

“She is definitely faking it,” Wang Ming observed. Despite the look of ecstasy on Mei Mei’s face, there was a slight frown. Wang Ming, who had dual cultivated with thousands of women, could easily tell whether someone was faking it or not.

Cough… When he first got laid with a woman, he was not skilled at the time. He did not notice that the lady was faking it, and later, after the session, she told him the truth—that she had been faking it—which was a crush to his confidence. He had laid a few maidens before, and they were hooked on his little brother, but that day his lay was with a bona fide MILF who could not be satisfied by size alone.

It was a good thing that she was the wife of a neighbor who was kind to him and explained that even though his size was big, which made up for his technique, his skill was trash. So whenever the neighbor was outside, he practiced with the wife. He realized that size matters, but skill does as well.

“Ah…” Mei Mei cried out when Zhang Liang started hitting her buttocks, which turned red, and even slapped and bit various parts of her body.

“This makes things easier. I didn’t know he played like this,” a grin broke out on Wang Ming’s face as he saw Zhang Liang beating her, which made his scheme even easier.

“Not only is his size trash, but even his skill is trash,” Wang Ming thought, and his disdain deepened when he saw how quickly Zhang Liang finished. To his disgust, Zhang Liang even fainted from a single release.

As soon as he saw Mei Mei stand up, Wang Ming narrowed his eyes as he looked at her figure and released a large amount of killing intent toward her. He specifically targeted her by controlling his killing intent; otherwise, the entire Golden Leaf City would have been alarmed by such overwhelming killing intent and would think that thousands of bloodthirsty cultivators were attacking them. He reduced the intensity greatly, just enough to paralyze her—otherwise, she would have been dead or gone mad.

“Huh, you don’t look good, traitor,” Wang Ming said as he emerged from the shadows, covered in black mist. He looked at the girl and saw her body trembling, her pupils dilating, as she tried to open her mouth to say something.

“If you’re asking whether I am from the Yang Yin Clan, then you’re correct—I am. And honestly, I did not expect to encounter a traitor,” Wang Ming said as he saw tears forming in Mei Mei’s eyes, which he ignored. He rubbed his chin and said, “Hmm, you should cry, as this is the last time you will be crying.”

Wang Ming then walked toward Zhang Liang, who was unconscious, and merged with his shadow. The next moment, Wang Ming grimaced as he looked at Zhang Liang’s nude figure and refused to physically touch him, instead using his spiritual energy to make him stand. He took a dagger from Zhang Liang’s storage; by its luxurious design, it looked like it was Zhang Liang’s own dagger.

After that, under Mei Mei’s panicked eyes, he made Zhang Liang walk toward her, and under Mei Mei’s horrified gaze, Zhang Liang’s unconscious body placed the dagger on her neck and slowly pushed it forward.

Wang Ming watched coldly as horror filled her face and her body spasmed.

“Oh, he is waking up,” Wang Ming said as he sensed the killing intent and spiritual energy from Zhang Liang’s body.

“Ugh,” Zhang Liang groaned as he suddenly remembered everything, his expression turning embarrassed. ‘Damn, how did I faint from that shit… so embarrassing.’

Zhang Liang thought, then frowned and was startled when he realized he was standing and felt something in his hand. He looked up, and his eyes widened in horror. “What!!”

Zhang Liang’s eyes turned the size of saucers when he saw his dagger embedded directly into Mei Mei’s neck. She appeared to be dead, but before he could even react or figure out what the hell was happening—

Step. Step.

Several rushed footsteps converged on his location. Zhang Liang’s eyes widened when he saw the royal guards and realized something was amiss, but he could only curse in his head, ‘Oh, shit.’