"Don’t you want to stay a little longer?" Qingyi asked, hugging Feiyan.
"I can’t do that... I’m going to try to sign up for the alchemy pavilion tomorrow morning, so I need to prepare. I’m not really good at combat, alchemy is my best chance of being useful to junior brother-"
"Junior brother?" Qingyi interrupted her, squeezing her breasts tightly.
"Ngh~" she moaned, clutching his hands over her breasts.
"For the husband, to be useful for the husband," she corrected herself, a little breathless, her voice sweet and slurred, making Qingyi laugh lightly.
"Much better that way..." He gave her ass a gentle slap as he stood up. The soft skin jiggled slightly at the contact, causing the young woman to startle slightly.
"Why don’t you make us sothing to eat first? It’s late and we haven’t eaten anything yet." He smiled slightly.
"Hm... I can make a fish stew recipe that my mother taught ... Do you have any ingredients here?" she asked, her hips swaying seductively as she walked over to the closet.
"Hm... there are only a few old wines and liquors, apart from that, I need to go to the market to buy so." Qingyi gathered his clothes from the floor and began to dress.
"I’ll buy the ingredients, take so ti to cultivate before I co back," he smiled gently as he left his residence.
As he walked down the Sect’s large central street, he rembered Feiyan’s words.
She wanted to join the alchemy pavilion, it would probably an that they would have to see each other a lot less and that she would be busy training her alchemy and doing missions to get spiritual resources to make pills.
That was to be expected.
Cultivators could love, but in the end, their paths were always individual - they needed their own challenges and their own journeys.
He couldn’t simply limit her and force her to abandon her path to beco a re prop for status and pleasure.
That would be cruel.
But even though he knew it was for the best and that he also needed space to cultivate, that bitter feeling just wouldn’t go away.
He didn’t want to just let her go like that.
’System,’ he called out, rembering that he still had his master’s bloodline transfer technique with him.
’It’s possible to buy things for other people too, right? Could I buy a bloodline for Feiyan?’ he asked, a new concern coming into his mind.
[Yes.]
Her talent was just above average. It might be enough for mortal heaven, but what about when they reached immortal heaven, what about heavenly heaven?
Centuries could pass, even if she reached the Iron Body realm, she still wouldn’t live more than three to four hundred years, while he himself could increase his talent infinitely.
No... it couldn’t stay like that.
He had to find a way to increase his won’s talent too! He didn’t want to see them die as he reached transcendence.
He couldn’t allow that.
’I need a bloodline and constitution suitable for Feiyan. If you have one, how can I transfer it to her?’
[Item: Great celestial alchemist’s bloodline.
Description: A bloodline belonging to a celestial alchemist, his na has been forgotten and his rank has dropped to a fraction of what it used to be, but it still carries great power.
Grade: Common
Price: 300]
[Item: Earth Emperor’s Supre Constitution.
Description: A constitution from a great cultivator of the past who reigned in an empire that has been lost to ti, his great affinity with the earth elent earned him the na earth emperor.
Grade: Common
Price: 300]
[Your master’s thod won’t work in this case, but as long as you keep your hands pressed against her, I can integrate the bloodlines, constitutions or spiritual roots into her.
Levels can be increased by buying special pills to improve bloodlines, constitutions and spiritual roots].
’Spiritual roots? Great, I’ll buy an alchemy spirit root too.’ An eager smile appeared on Qingyi’s face as he turned around and ran back ho.
He had already made his decision. It might be bad for him and slow down his progress, but none of his won would be left behind.
They would all have the best talents that lust points could buy.
" Honey?" Feiyan was wearing an apron, arranging so items in the kitchen. Her face filled with confusion when Qingyi appeared without the ingredients for food.
"What happened? Where are the ingredients?" she asked.
"Feiyan," he took her in his arms and sealed their lips with a kiss before pulling away. "If I do anything to you, do you promise not to ask questions?"
With those words, her confusion only deepened further.
What did Qingyi an by doing sothing? And why couldn’t she ask questions?
"Ah..." Qingyi realized this confusion and lowered his head.
"I have sothing that can greatly increase your talent, but it can only be used with you... I need you to promise not to ask any questions."
Feiyan hesitated, thinking it was so kind of joke, but as soon as he saw Qingyi’s serious look, her heart raced.
Sothing capable of enhancing soone’s talent? Did he really have sothing that incredible?
"I promise, husband," she replied, her heart full of anxiety.
"Good." Qingyi grabbed her delicate hands as he led her to his private cultivation room.
The quality wasn’t as good as the ones the Sect provided to all disciples for contribution points, increasing Qi density by only 15 tis, but it was free.
Grabbing Feiyan, he pulled her dress down her shoulders, revealing her large, full breasts, which swayed gently as they were freed from the fabric covering them.
Resisting the urge to grab them right then and there, he sat down on the floor.
The hesitant Feiyan sat just in front of him, her voluptuous body trembling slightly with anxiety.
"That’s going to hurt a bit... do you think you can take it?"
Feiyan shuddered at those words, but gritted her teeth.
"Yes, I think so..." she replied, feeling Qingyi’s strong touch on her back. Just then, a powerful stream of energy erupted from his hands, falling over her body.
"Mmph... Ahhh!" A tremor spread through her delicate body, a groan of pain turning into a grunt of agony as every piece of her body seed to be broken.
Qingyi felt his heart heavy at this, but he didn’t stop, letting the system work.
This was the world of cultivation, it was cruel and unfair - the weak and untalented would only et death.
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