The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 53 - 2) The Hunt for Dao Bones...

The cries and screams filled the air as the shadowy hands snatched the souls of innocent villagers, disappearing through the ominous portal in the sky.

The ground shook with every soul snatched, and the body was instantly turned into black smoke, showing both the ruthless power and brutality of the dark force behind Young Master Zhao and his mercy to grant them quick peace from this treacherous world.

"Uwa.... Hwaaaa..."

Yet, amidst the chaos and death, a soft, innocent cry pierced the air, yet it was like a siren’s call inviting Young Master Zhao.

Without guilt in his eyes not pity on his heart, like a mountain, cold and aloof, he raised his hands, the newborn who wasn’t even covered in clothes, lifted in the air, floating towards Young Master Zhao, like a bird, without care of the world.

Woosh~

The cold, well-trained hand of Young Master Zhao instantly penetrated the soft skin of the baby, as he pulled out the spine.

The baby instantly died, alas, fate is cruel and there is no heaven.

Anyone below the Ensoulment realm, who possesses the fake soul shall never taste the warmth of heaven or wrath of hell.

Only the strong among the strong shall be blessed with the presence of heaven, the weak don’t even have the right to speak the word; Heaven.

And just like that, the peaceful village was wiped out, devoid of any emotion, with a cold dustless face, Young Master Zhao sat crossed-legged and started to refine Supreme Dao bones.

The human spine has 33 bones, and the new one is always born with Dao bones on the spine, the new Dao bones are also easy to refine as they aren’t deeply connected to spirit roots.

You can refine the Supreme Dao home for Supreme Dao essence, and using that essence you can turn any of your normal golden bones into Supreme Dao bones.

Make no mistake, normal bones are white, but the bones become strong through bone-tempering and turn golden.

Since it was a newborn calf, Young Master instantly refined the Dao bones into Dao essence, and just like that, he now possesses 18 Supreme Dao bones, all located in his essence, his body covered in a mist so, others can’t find it.

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Before leaving, Young Master Zhao simply dripped blood and left the village, he came as a breeze and left as a void.

Meanwhile, the blood turned into a blood insect and flew towards an old man who was hiding behind the clouds, peeping at the greatness of young Master Zhao.

Gain age but no wisdom, the old man failed to realize the witness is guilty punishable by death, as instead of quickly running away, he decided to hide and watch, like a mountain cat.

Woosh~

"Arghhh...."

As soon as the blood insect touched the Old man, the old man screamed in pain, after all, his spirit root was slowly being eaten by the incest.

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"Haah*... The feeling... I am already at the bottleneck, I will soon reach the third stage of the Holy Emperor realm,"

Young Master Zhao said as he sat cross-legged.

He cast a glance at Ling’er, seated in quiet meditation. Her breath was calm, her lotus posture steady, and furthermore, she had already stepped into the third stage of the Foundation Realm, her meridians blossoming like spring buds beneath morning dew.

Just beside her, the Immortal Master sat crossed-legged, having ascended to the ninth stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, after refining his Yang Essence.

Ling’er should already be at the fifth if not sixth stage yet it seems she hasn’t completely refined the Yang Essence.

He couldn’t help but release his sense, only to realize she was using his Yang Essence for fertilization, how interesting.

Dual Cultivation isn’t easy, a man has to temper his Yang Rod through sheer hard work and channel the Qi flow into the Yang meridians constantly.

In the early days, the heavenly sacs hurt a lot and the Jade pillar throbs in pain, but after months, everything feels normal.

As such, not everyone can Dual Cultivate, you need to temper your Dao rod, and it must be big enough to also hit the Yin Meridians inside the woman, to perfectly balance the Yin&Yang.

And 80% of the males can never succeed, resulting in destruction of their own Yang Meridians, to never embrace the warmth of maiden, ever again.

Alas, these two were not like his handmaidens, beings sculpted by nature itself to thrive upon a man’s vitality, destined to bloom upon his breath.

Zhao Fan did not boast idly.

He does not just have Li Mei, that autumn-eyed enchantress, but three more maids who possess the Emperor-tier cultivation, each as devastating in grace as they were in might.

Yet among these women, only Ling’er remained safe from his imprint.

First and foremost, he snapped his finger and the Yang essence that had already fertilized was destroyed.

Feeling the subtle shift within her, Ling’er slowly opened her eyes and met Zhao Fan’s gaze.

Words formed on her lips, yet her voice remained trapped, unable to escape.

"Open your sea of consciousness..." Zhao Fan said with a cold voice.

"P-Paradon?" She was confused, why would Young Master want to check her sea of consciousness?

She was conflicted but opened her sea of consciousness.

Zhao Fan released his might and left an imprint in her sea of consciousness.

She felt a warm sensation moving through her body, a strong desire to follow Young Master’s every command.

"Ah, you just left an imprint into my consciousness..." Ling’er said with a blush, despite knowing that she was basically like a slave now, her life was in his control.

Of course, such imprints can be removed once you are stronger than the marker.

"Come here... I shall reward you now," Young Master said removing his robe.

With just a little more time spent on Dual Cultivation, he is sure to reach the third stage of the Holy Emperor realm.

Ling’er nodded with, but her body felt a little weak from previous work, which made her realize it’s always better to have sisters to share the burden.

"How about sister lotus?" She couldn’t help but utter.

Yi Xin Xue opened her eyes and looked at Ling’er with sharp eyes.

She herself was tired from all the bending and pounding, no more, she could handle no more.

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