Hua Ke sat cross-legged on the thick branch, blood still seeping from the cuts across his legs and side.
The forest around him was quiet except for the occasional drip of his own blood onto the leaves below and the growls of Ji Ma Ko’s wolves.
Deep within his soul sea, he was hard at work. Jade stones burned away as cheaply as grains of rice while he drained their essence, greedily as a starving beggar.
He had collected half of jade stones before handing the ballsack spirit over to Cui Cui so he could replenish his spirit essence, and he knew that by this point, maybe forty or fifty out of a hundred had already been consumed when he was cultivating and earlier when he was fighting wolves.
This is an absurd rate of jade stone consumption, which is another reason why righteous path cultivators stick together, while most demonic cultivators avoid battle as much as they can, only attacking battles they know they can win.
"Rank 6 Refinment Immortal Hu Jing once said refining spirits is just two energies copulating until a baby pops out," Hua Ke muttered under his breath, eyes closed remebering about the lessons he got back in Hua Clan. "One spirit, one catalyst, a bit of spirit essence from a master who knows what he’s doing, and boom, new spirit. Heavenly Dao is so diverse and amazing that most spirit master believe the spirit recipes and possibilities are endless."
He remembered the dead wolves lying under the tree.
Rank 1 spirits still clung to their corpses like stubborn fleas refusing to die: Wolf Claw, Wolf Sense, Wolf Flash, Wolf Smell. Without an owner they would fade soon.
Normally, these would be captured by spirit masters as treasures after a hunt, but right now Hua Ke was far from doing that.
Hua Ke’s mind drifted to the Rank 1 Yang Spirit recipe he had pieced together. One special catalyst. Dead spirits of the wolves. Time. And a little something extra in his blood.
He checked the heavenly milk still circulating inside him. When he first refined the Boner Spirit it had been nearly 100 percent. After all the fighting, bleeding and cultivation, only about 2 percent remained.
Still more than enough.
There was a big difference between subduing an existing spirit and refining a brand-new one from a recipe. Subduing was like arguing with a drunk uncle until he finally agreed to work for you.
Recipe refining wiped the old will of spirit clean and built something fresh. Speed depended almost entirely on the catalysts. A Rank 1 master trying Rank 2 could easily explode and fail the refinement, but Rank 1 on Rank 1? Manageable... if the catalysts were right.
One catalyst was clear: the last of Senior Pu Zi’s heavenly milk, full of spiritual essence.
The other was still inside Hua Ke, something none would expect to be used in cultivation.
Yang energy. In plain words...his semen.
Hua Ke’s face twitched with lot of questions. "How the hell do I take that out with my injured penis? How can I take it out even if it wasn’t injured?"
His thoughts immediately jumped to Cui Cui. He couldn’t help it. Eyes still shut, he first guided quarter of the heavenly milk downward. Warmth flooded his lower body. Cuts on his penis sealed, swelling faded, everything returned to working order. He exhaled in relief.
"Can’t refine anything with a broken tool," he whispered. "Cui Cui, if only you were here. I don’t like to imagine stuff. Real deal feels so much better...I know that much after I stroked my penis under your buttcheeks."
He settled deeper into meditation. One hand stayed in the formal mudra. The other... drifted lower.
In his mind, Cui Cui appeared.
She was just as beautiful as he remembered her in real life, with her beautiful black hair tied in two buns on the sides, her dark eyes, and her red, juicy lips. Find the original chapter at novelping . com.
She stood a few steps away, already untying the sash of her robe with slow, teasing fingers. The fabric slid off one shoulder, then the other. She let it pool at her feet and stepped out of it, hips swaying just enough to make the imaginary leaves rustle.
"Master Hua," imaginary Cui Cui purred, voice dripping honey and mischief, "you look so serious meditating. Want me to help you... concentrate? Come Cui Cui’s ass is waiting for you."
Hua Ke’s real body reacted instantly. Blood rushed south. The Boner Spirit inside him gave a smug little pulse of approval.
"Strip slower," Hua Ke muttered aloud, right hand wrapping around himself. "And walk. I want to see that ass shake."
Imaginary Cui Cui giggled. She turned, presenting her ass, and began a slow circle around him. Each step made her cheeks bounce. She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip.
"Like this, Master? Or should I kneel and crawl?"
"Kneel," Hua Ke ordered under his breath, strokes steady. "Crawl toward me. Crawl like you belong to me, Cui Cui."
She dropped to her knees without protest, palms on the ground, and crawled forward. Her hips rolled exaggeratedly with every movement, soft flesh jiggling. When she reached him she sat back on her heels, looking up with big, innocent eyes that were anything but innocent.
"What now, Master Hua? Should I use my hands? My mouth? Or do you just want me to watch while you..."
Hua Ke’s imagination supplied the rest. He stroked faster, muttering dirty orders between gritted teeth.
"Keep talking. Tell me how much you want it. Beg a little."
Imaginary Cui Cui leaned closer, voice low and breathy. "Please, Master... give it to me. I’ve been waiting so long. Your Yang energy is so strong... I want to feel every drop..."
The real Hua Ke’s breathing grew ragged. Spirit essence from the jade stones continued to pour into his soul sea, keeping him steady even as his body tensed.
Then it hit.
With a sharp grunt he climaxed hard. Thick white liquid shot upward, but his left hand, still in the mudra, guided a thin thread of heavenly milk from his blood. The two white fluids met in the air, swirled together like milk poured into water, and formed a glowing, sticky sphere that floated above the branch.
"Go," Hua Ke rasped.
The sphere shot downward, splitting into several smaller streams that sank into the corpses of the dead wolves.
The Rank 1 spirits inside the beasts flared in sudden panic, then went quiet as the dual catalysts wrapped around them.
Hua Ke’s face turned serious again. The fun part was over. Now came the real work. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
He poured spirit essence without pause.
The refinement process began the way Senior Rank 6 Refine Immortal had once described in legendary scriptures while he was drunk: two energies copulating until a new life formed.
First the heavenly milk acted like the "mother," soft and nourishing, wrapping the wolf spirits in a warm cocoon.
Hua Ke’s Yang energy acted like the "father," aggressive and forceful, driving deep into every strand of the old spirits’ will. Wherever the two energies met, the original wolf natures cracked and dissolved.
Wolf Claw’s sharp killing intent melted into pure heat.
Wolf Sense’s keen awareness turned into a restless, throbbing awareness of "yang."
Wolf Flash’s speed became a sudden, explosive surge.
Wolf Smell’s tracking ability twisted into an instinct that sought out any source of life energy and latched on.
Hours crawled by.
Hua Ke’s body remained cross-legged on the branch, blood drying on his skin, right hand sticky and forgotten at his side.
Inside his soul there was a calamity with the jade stones cracked one after another as he drained them dry. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His breathing grew labored.
"Come on... mix properly, you bastards," he growled. "I’ve already given you the best catalyst a man can produce. Don’t waste it."
The cocoon of mixed fluids pulsed. Tiny sparks of light appeared inside, first red, then gold, then pure white.
The old wolf spirits screamed soundlessly as their wills were erased line by line. In their place a new shape slowly condensed: a small, glowing figure that looked vaguely humanoid but dripped constantly with viscous white liquid. Wherever the liquid fell it sizzled with pure Yang heat.
Hua Ke felt the moment the new spirit stabilized.
His eyes snapped open. Exhaustion lined his face, but a triumphant grin spread across it.
"It worked... Hah... it actually worked."
A Rank 1 spirit, still dripping white fluid, floated up from the wolf corpses and drifted toward him like a curious puppy. It circled once, then dove straight into Hua Ke’s chest and settled inside his soul sea with a satisfied little quiver.
Hua Ke leaned back against the tree trunk, laughing weakly.
"Rank 1 Yang Spirit... refined. Senior Pu Zi, if you can hear me from wherever you are, your heavenly milk as helped me once again. My hand is sticky and my dignity is in pieces...but I’ve done it. I refined my first spirit.."
He glanced down at the dead wolves, now completely hollowed of spirits, and then at the rest of the pack feeding on the carcasses as the morning sun began to rise.
"Let’s see what this new spirit can do..." Hua Ke leapt down from the tree and stared at the wolves, who instantly stopped feeding and glared back at him with fury in their eyes.