Ultimate Villain's Return as a Doctor in the Cultivation World-Chapter 210- created a small battalion of super cultivators

Chapter 210: Chapter 210- created a small battalion of super cultivators

Two women were at the cookhouse window.

The specific, side-by-side, each-looking-forward, not-looking-at-each-other arrangement of two women who were at the same window for the same reason and were maintaining the polite fiction that they were there independently.

The first one said, very quietly, while looking forward:

"Do you think we should—"

The second one said, also very quietly, also looking forward, also not looking at the first one:

"No."

A pause.

"—’AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—" From the clearing. The specific, sky-reach, full-sky-reach, gold-white breakthrough light of Core Formation Late going up from the clearing’s center.

Both of them looked at the light.

Both of them looked at the woman in the clearing who had just had that light.

Who was on the ground.

Both holes.

The full, warm, comprehensively-addressed, thoroughly-spent reality of a woman who had been at threshold for forty-eight hours and had just received the complete dual cultivation transfer at full output.

Looking at the sky.

Looking at it with the specific, settled, advanced, accomplished expression of a woman who had just cleared a stage boundary she had been approaching for four years.

The first woman at the cookhouse window, still looking forward, said:

"That was Core Formation Late."

The second woman said:

"Yes."

A pause.

’she was Core Formation Early this morning," the first one said.

"Yes," the second one said.

A pause.

"That’s two stages," the first one said.

"Yes," the second one said.

A pause.

The first one pressed her thighs together.

She did not say anything.

The second one was already pressing hers together. Had been. The specific, white-knuckled, both-legs-pressed, cultivator-managed response of a woman who had been at this window for forty-eight hours in the full broadcast range and was managing it through the available means.

"—’HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—" From the clearing.

"—’MMNH~! HAANN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!’—"

Two voices. Two simultaneous breakthrough lights.

Both women at the cookhouse window watched both lights go up.

The first one said, very quietly:

"I heard there are three more days."

The second one said nothing.

The first one looked at the second one for the first time.

The second one looked at the first one.

The second one said:

"We chose dignity."

The first one looked at the clearing.

"Yes," she said.

She looked at the clearing.

Her hand was not still.

She was not going to acknowledge that her hand was not still.

She looked at the clearing with the flat, forward, present expression of a woman maintaining dignity.

"We chose dignity," she agreed.

’’’

Three more days.

The second session ran longer than the first.

The difference was not arithmetic — the second twelve had higher baselines than the first twelve had entered with, the forty-eight hours of broadcast having pushed the meridian states toward advancement readiness before the first contact, which meant the dual cultivation transfer ran faster and deeper and with less preparation time per session.

But the second session ran longer because of what the second twelve were like after their first session.

They did not disperse to the grass and lie flat.

They reconvened.

The specific, flat, forward, completely un-managed reconvening of twelve women who had had their first session and had looked at each other and had, with the specific, Void Return bloodline-cultivator’s direct efficiency, decided that they were not done.

He noted this.

He had not expected this.

He filed it as useful data.

The second twelve worked through three days at the speed of women who had been at threshold for forty-eight hours before starting — the specific, accumulated, already-prepared, skip-the-building-up energy of people who had been building up for two days before the starting line and were therefore already at the velocity that the first twelve had taken half a session to reach.

They were loud.

The compound’s cedar walls were moderately effective at acoustic management.

Moderately.

The clearing was not inside any walls.

The sounds left the clearing and entered the compound’s air with the flat, present, comprehensive honesty of sounds that were happening and were not being managed and were not trying to be managed.

Every woman in every window heard everything.

Every breakthrough light went up above the compound’s roofline.

Visible from the territory.

The compound’s neighboring tribes — the three within visible range — would have been seeing breakthrough lights above the Void Return territory for five consecutive days. The specific, accumulated, multi-event, sky-reaching breakthrough lights that the cultivation community learned to read the way merchants read weather.

Twelve cultivation advancements in two days.

Then twelve more over the following three.

The neighboring tribes were — he noted, filing the external assessment — doing calculations.

’’’

The fifth day.

The specific, flat, late-afternoon light of the fifth day, the sun at the western angle that turned the compound’s cedar walls amber and put long shadows across the clearing’s grass.

The grass of the clearing had received five days.

It was warm.

The atmospheric compound he had broadcast on day one had not fully dissipated from the sealed perimeter — it had compounded on itself, each dual cultivation session adding to the existing field, the compound’s enclosed air now carrying the specific, dense, multi-layered, extraordinarily saturated ambient cultivation energy of five days of sustained Herb Integration broadcast and twenty-four individual dual cultivation transfer events.

Every woman in the compound had been breathing this for five days.

Every woman.

Including the ones at the windows.

The effect on the window women had been the specific, incremental, day-by-day, unavoidable accumulation of five days of full broadcast range at respiratory distance — their meridians had been running at continuous maximum receptivity for one hundred and twenty hours, the Herb Integration passive priming their cultivation paths with the patient, unhurried efficiency of something that did not need to rush because it had time.

He stood in the clearing on the fifth day’s afternoon.

The second twelve were in the grass.

Not flat — some sitting, some lying, some in the specific, post-third-session daze of women who had now had three sessions over three days and were at Core Formation Late or Core Formation Peak, the warm, settled, accomplished cultivation light of women who had advanced two or three stages in five days sitting in their skin with the flat, permanent certainty of something that was done.

He stood.

He looked at the compound.

At the windows.

At the specific, present, warm-amber-light faces of a hundred-and-some women who had been at those windows for five days and were currently in the specific, accumulated, five-day-broadcast, full-saturation, advanced-meridian state of women who had been watching and breathing and watching and breathing for one hundred and twenty hours.

He looked at them.

He noted: the session had produced its result.

’[System Notification.]’

He looked at it.

’[Cultivation Advancement Event — Historical Record.]’

’[Within the Void Return tribe’s recorded history: maximum single-event advancement, previously 3 warriors to Core Formation within one season.]’

’[Current event: 24 warriors to Core Formation Early or above within 5 days.]’

’[12 warriors at Core Formation Mid or above — unprecedented in the tribe’s 400-year history.]’

’[Regional assessment: Void Return tribe has advanced from Territory-7 power ranking to Territory-4 overnight.]’

’[Neighboring tribes: 3 have sent scouts. 2 have recalled their scouts.]’

’[Evil Points: +389.]’

He filed this.

He looked at the compound.

At the windows.

At the hundred-and-some faces in the amber light.

At the specific, particular, accumulated state of women who had chosen dignity and had watched everything and had been breathing the broadcast for five days.

He noted: their meridians were primed.

He noted: their thresholds had been running for five days.

He noted: some of them were going to make different decisions tomorrow.

He was not going to accelerate this.

The decision was theirs.

He looked at the grass.

He looked at the twenty-four women in various states of advanced cultivation and post-session rest and the specific, warm, settled, accomplished quality of women who were more than they had been five days ago.

He breathed.

Twice. The flat, physician’s breath.

The afternoon was warm.

The amber light was on the cedar walls.

The compound smelled of five days of compressed spiritual energy variants and cultivation advancement events and the flat, warm, honest evidence of twenty-four women’s full commitment to the work.

He looked at the system notification one more time.

’[12 warriors at Core Formation Mid or above — unprecedented.]’

He noted the word ’unprecedented.’

He filed it.

He was about to stand and walk to the cedar structure to run his inventory when—

"Cultivator."