Universal Circulation
As expected, the Heavenly Demon's pussy was strictly third-rate...! It was a fact everyone already knew, but experiencing it firsthand was... well, incredibly hot.
"Haah, haah..." The Heavenly Demon's cunt was spitting out the thick, hot semen I had just pumped into her. Perhaps driven by an instinctual dread of getting pregnant, her walls twitched and squirmed, regurgitating the cream. It was quite a sight.
No wonder her grip had felt so unusual. Third-rate and sensitive as her cunt might be, her natural talent for pleasing a man was top-tier. A highly sensitive, third-rate pussy combined with a first-rate tightness—was this harmonious blend not the very definition of Taiji? Well, enough of that nonsense.
"That was delicious, Sehyeon." *Spank!* "Ugh..." *Squelch.* Was she startled by the sudden slap to her backside? Goosebumps broke out over Sehyeon's flesh alongside the red handprint I left behind. I chuckled and gave her rear a gentle pat.
Now the Heavenly Demon belonged to me too. Maybe I should go on a journey to collect living fleshlights whenever I get bored. A princess, perhaps? I hadn't tasted royal pussy yet.
"Sehyeon. You only have one choice left now. And that's spreading your legs for me whenever I want." I had made up my mind. I was going to take her with me and use her as my personal cumdump. Conveniently, So-wol needed a martial arts instructor anyway, and judging by how fiercely Sehyeon had fought earlier, she seemed to be at least at the early stage of the Qi Circulation Realm.
Huh? Why did she get beaten like a dog earlier, you ask? First of all, it was a three-on-one gang-up. And second, I was far from a normal middle-stage Qi Circulation cultivator. Even without my Dharma treasures, I was confident I could crush a late-stage Qi Circulation cultivator.
Besides, lately, I felt like I was right on the verge of grasping the secret to Universal Circulation. With just a small spark of realization—if sudden enlightenment were granted—I felt I could reach it. I didn't know how to describe this tickling sensation in my chest. No, maybe it wasn't my chest that was tickling. It was slightly higher. My head, or perhaps the spiritual connection above it, felt as if it were awakening.
"Ryeo-ah."
"You never know," I replied. "Who's to say a miraculous encounter won't just fall from the sky?"
"How can anyone survive this life without a single stroke of luck? It'd be too unfair. A man's got to have at least one incredibly lucky day. Let's clean up here and head back."
"What's the difference between a spiritual beast and a monstrosity?"
Is that so? Then digging into it wouldn't be a bad idea. "Sehyeon, wake up." "...Ughh." No response. In times like this, a quick poke to the cunt works wonders. *Squish—* "Hyaaaah!"
"Sehyeon. How did you do that? The thing where you transform into a dragon." "...Why, ah, why should I tell you that?"
"If you tell me, I'll spare you and the rest of your cultists and take you all to my estate. You won't be treated like livestock. More like servants?" It wasn't efficient to have So-wol handle all my chores anymore. It was time to let So-wol focus solely on her cultivation and leave the menial tasks to the others. Of course, even if So-wol reached the Deity Transformation Realm, she would still be serving me in bed. I wasn't giving that up.
"Don't be stubborn. What do you think will happen to your cultists if you refuse? The outside world is crawling with demons, and Mount Ten Thousand is a demon's den. Without me, everyone here will die." "...Do not try to tempt me."
"Come on, don't be like that. We've already shared our bodies, so why the cold shoulder?" "Ngh... Stop rubbing against me. Take your filthy hands off my breasts." "I will, if you behave."
But I could tell. Her voice had been losing its confidence with every refusal. A leader burdened with responsibility would always want to preserve the lives of their people. Sehyeon was no different. What honor was there left to protect after having her cunt filled with my warm seed? What dignity did she have left after whimpering in my arms, declaring her own pussy third-rate, and climaxing so pathetically? It was far better to preserve their lives as humans and as a leader. As I continued to coax her, Sehyeon's shoulders trembled slightly.
"Haaah..." It was a sigh of utter resignation. Hearing that cute, low sigh, I let out a soft chuckle. As expected, once pride and honor were thoroughly trampled, vanity ceased to matter. She looked up at me with eyes full of despair.
"I surrender. I only ask that you treat the remaining cultists as prisoners of war, not as slaves or livestock... You may do whatever you wish with this lady."
"Is that so? Then kiss this. You've learned what a kiss is by now, right?" Having kissed me repeatedly earlier, the Heavenly Demon had experienced firsthand just how lewd an act it was. She hesitated for a moment, but soon silently took my shaft into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it. She treated the hard glans as if it were her husband's tongue.
*Slurp, shlick.* "How about a sweet little peck on the tip?" "...Mwah.♥" Sehyeon answered silently, puckering her lips to plant a soft kiss right on the head of my penis. Just like that, I received the full course of her submission, capped off with a kiss of absolute obedience, securing the surrender of the Heavenly Demon.
*Crack!* "Have you bastards lost your minds?" I had just slaughtered a demon. It was nothing major; some of them had lost their minds and tried to kill the humans I had declared under my protection, so I had to make an example of them. Some creatures only learned obedience after having their skulls crushed.
"W-Warrior Lord..." "Cut the crap. Get the hell out of Mount Ten Thousand and go raid some other nearby villages. You've slaughtered plenty already, haven't you?" The population here was massive, practically on par with a kingdom, so they had no right to complain. Fortunately, having sated their hunger, the blood-drenched demons seemed capable of rational thought. They began to descend Mount Ten Thousand. I was glad they at least knew their place.
"Now then." Standing on the mountainside where the demons had retreated, I smirked as I watched the Heavenly Demon going absolutely wild. "She must have had a lot of built-up stress." I had promised to protect her cultists, but I had never said anything about protecting the demons. Sehyeon was tearing them apart with unnecessary cruelty, swinging her dragon-scaled hands as if venting the humiliation of being bred by me onto the beasts.
"Right?" I had already heard about the origin and source of that mysterious power. It seemed the first Heavenly Demon had done something akin to altering genes—a bloodline inheritance ability. The descendants of the Heavenly Demon were born with dragon scales and horns. However, it looked like a mix of various things.
The Profound Realm. If that power was not permitted to humans, then they simply had to stop being human. That simple yet insane idea was what made the Heavenly Demon's bloodline special across generations. Demon-like reflexes, sturdy claws, and a highly flexible, supple body. It was as if a skilled mad scientist had grafted demonic parts onto them. But it was incredibly badass. According to Ryeo-ah, there wasn't a single awkward flaw in the integration.
It was said that every child of the Heavenly Demon was bathed in a sacred sanctuary immediately upon birth.
For Ryeo-ah to call it precious, it had to be something extraordinary. So, what changes had occurred in me?
It seemed the first Heavenly Demon was truly obsessed with the Qi Circulation Realm. To lay down all these stepping stones toward the Three Extremes for his descendants...
"Master." "Congratulations, So-wol." So-wol had also undergone an evolution. This wasn't a metaphor; what happened to her could literally only be described as evolution.
"U-Um... Do you find it grotesque?" "Not at all. You look beautiful." Demonic scales had sprouted on So-wol's body. The first Heavenly Demon had been a cautious man. Even if his direct bloodline were to end, he had prepared a contingency to ensure the potential for the Profound Realm would remain. Looking at his meticulous preparations, I could catch a glimpse of the founder's ancient anguish.
I may no longer be able to reach the end of martial arts myself, but let my descendants—or if not them, then some talented prodigy—somehow step into the Profound Realm. Let them prove that the path of martial arts to which I dedicated my life, though arduous, was not wrong. Let them prove that the Transformed Realm is not the end of martial arts, but merely a towering mountain to be scaled. I could see his sheer obsession. No, perhaps it was madness rather than obsession. Well, whatever. Thanks to him, I now had a delicious Heavenly Demon fleshlight, and So-wol had entered the Profound Realm—which meant the Qi Circulation Realm. Though she wasn't of his bloodline, a junior had succeeded in reaching the Profound Realm by following the path he had laid out.
"How does it feel?" "It feels suffocating. Having two paths to cultivate makes progress tedious. Master, how on earth do you walk two paths at once?" "I just did it, and it worked."
"Still, I like it. It may be difficult to progress, but I've grown fond of it. This thing called martial arts." A blend of black and white energy began to gather and intertwine around So-wol's fist. It was smaller and humbler than what Sehyeon had shown, but far more stable.
"It is a shame we can no longer use the spring, though." "It can't be helped." The sacred sanctuary was originally a pool closer to a puddle, meant for a newborn baby. Having three grown adults squeeze into it had drained its spiritual energy in an instant. Ryeo-ah mentioned that the spiritual vein wasn't destroyed, so it would refill over time, but it was useless for the time being.
"More importantly, is it alright if we don't kill the Heavenly Demon?" "Well, I can just make up a decent excuse, can't I?" In a way, making her submit was harder than killing her, so they might even praise me. The Heavenly Demon was strong, but my orders weren't strictly to kill her at all costs. The goal was simply to spill a lot of blood, and since the Heavenly Demon Cult had the highest concentration of people, they had become the target.
It was as we were making our leisurely way back home. Of course, it was only leisurely for me, not for the humans.
"C-Cult Leader..." "Are you alright? Let me carry you. We must hurry." "B-But you are already carrying four people on your shoulders. How could someone as lowly as I trouble you further..." Sehyeon's shoulders were laden with four elderly women exhausted from the long march. In the procession behind me, the elderly and wounded were being carried or supported by robust figures who looked like martial artists. Fortunately, the martial artists were strong enough that the pace wasn't dragging too much.
This was actually a decent opportunity to slowly familiarize myself with the sensation of Universal Circulation.
I could feel the coarse, rugged energy of the earth. When we passed through the lush forests earlier, I felt the abundant energy of nature. When we walked past the ruins of villages where not even corpses remained, I felt the metallic, stinging energy of resentful spirits. The surging vitality harbored by the mountain lord. The faint but sharp energy of insects. The average but diverse energies of the countless martial artists and cultists following behind me. I focused my attention on the essence of living creatures rather than the essence of nature. I felt like I was on the verge of understanding something. But for now, this was my limit. It was as if the world were asking how I dared to look beyond when I had only just stepped into the Universal Circulation Realm. However...
I was not alone. When it came to the path of cultivation, a grand senior of the industry who could look down on me like a mere bug resided within my soul. And that wasn't a metaphor; it was literal.
Following her advice, I carefully probed the energies step by step, and the once-indistinct outlines gradually grew sharper and more detailed. As we spent the night by the long, narrow fortress wall marking the border of the Seohang Kingdom—the gateway to the demon lands—I let out a soft gasp. "Oh."
People called it Universal Circulation because it was a realm that connected directly with nature. But how did one define nature? Was it the mindless plains and forests? Or did it include the beasts devoid of civilization? No. Nature was that which existed of its own accord. Every living, breathing thing in this world was born of nature's design. And then, I saw its source. It looked like a mass of Qi that set everything in motion, yet it could never be called a mere collection of energy.
"The soul."
I had become able to see souls. At that moment, a new sensory organ—another eye that would accompany me for the rest of my life—was born.
"..." Ryeo-ah shrugged her shoulders proudly. Until now, I had only sensed her through intuition, but it was different now. I could actually see her soul boasting with delight. It was no longer a vague silhouette in the fog, but a clear, vivid image. I reached my hand out toward Ryeo-ah's plump breasts, which swayed enticingly despite her being a soul.