One night. He'd jumped from Peak Foundation Establishment to Early Core Formation through systematic dual cultivation.
It should have been impossible.
But with six devoted women, system assistance, and brutal efficiency—
He'd done it.
Dawn light filtered through the trees, painting the devastated clearing in soft gold.
Cang stood—finally pulling out of whichever woman he'd been inside last—and stretched, back cracking, muscles loosening.
Around him, six women sat in lotus position, bodies still glowing faintly with spiritual energy, eyes closed in meditation to consolidate their gains.
He walked among them, inspecting his work.
Suyin: Her thick MILF body was covered in handprints, bite marks, and dried fluids. But her skin glowed with spiritual power now. Her breasts—those massive D-cups—hung heavy but firm, showing cultivator vitality. He lifted one, feeling its weight, admiring how the flesh yielded under his fingers.
