After seeing his clone head off to do all the hard work, Qin Su finally stretched, cracked his neck, and grinned.
"Now then… time for my real cultivation."
For most cultivators, training the body and mind was everything. They forged muscles, tempered souls, and meditated until their legs went numb.
But there was one sacred realm no one ever mentioned — the realm of a man's other bestfriend.
And no, not a dog. The other one.
Two years ago, Qin Su had stumbled upon a scandalous rumor about the Yin-Yang Lovebird Sect, a
sect famed for its dual cultivation arts. Word was that one of their grand disciples had stolen the
wife of a rival sect master — and not only stolen her heart, but her too. The poor woman had ended up as his concubine.
That gossip had sent waves through the entire continent… but no one dared to retaliate.
Why?
Because behind the Lovebird Sect stood a mysterious being — said to be so powerful and alluring that entire sects bowed before them.
Naturally, Qin Su had been fascinated.
So, two years ago, he'd snuck into the sect's grounds himself. No hesitation, no fear — just curiosity and lust for knowledge. Within days, he'd found the sect leaders, ambushed them, and performed a Soul Search Technique.
The results? Jackpot.
Their inheritance had originated from a Spirit Monarch — a realm that didn't even exist in this region of the world! Qin Su had drained every drop of information, marched straight to the inheritance grounds, and claimed everything for himself.
The inheritance came in two parts:
Mind Enchantment — control over emotions and desires.
Body Temptation — mastery over charm, form, and presence.
The sect masters had only ever unlocked the first part.
Qin Su? He got both.
With these skills, one could refine their looks, enhance their aura, and naturally draw attention. The legendary founder, the Love-Making Monarch, was said to have been so beautiful that even emperors grew jealous.
Of course… he'd died surrounded by angry husbands.
"Poor bastard ... .haha ," Qin Su chuckled, raising a hand in mock salute. "Don't worry — when the time comes, I'll avenge you! I'll even have the Grand Empress herself on my bed sheets!."
It was a promise he'd sort of made.
The " Love-Making Monarch" was name that did not exist during His original body's times, he came after, and only reached the minor emperor realm. But this art that he had created would rach another level under Qin su!
Now came the crucial step: the Refinement of the Root — a cultivation process said to strengthen both inner Qi and "external Qi," if you caught his meaning.
"Alright," he muttered, laying out ingredients. "A grin-cut leaf trait, mulcky leaf, high-grade redwood bark, and… ah, the 10 000-year Dragontail Fruit. Perfect."
If anyone on the Twin-Loop Continent learned he possessed such a treasure, entire nations would march to war. The fruit could help a peak Core Infusion cultivator break through to the Spirit Shattering Realm — from mortal to near-immortal in one bite.
And Qin Su?
He was about to use it to… enhance his root.
If the world knew, half of it would faint and the other half would explode.
"Next up — Bone Marrow of a thousand-pound beast and a bucket of its blood. Heh, I know just the place."
With that, he shot into the sky, vanishing over mountain ranges in a flash of azure light.
The Beast of Ice-Tail Ridge
"ROAAAR!"
A massive roar shook the forest as Qin Su landed atop a snowy ridge. Towering before him stood an enormous Arctic Gray Tiger, its fur white as frost and its eyes cold as winter storms.
"Oh? The king of this region, huh? Perfect."
This was no ordinary creature — a Spirit Shattering Realm Beast, descendant of the ancient Iced-Tail Tiger bloodline. A true royal among beasts.
Qin Su rolled his shoulders.
"No need to drag this out. X-Ray Cannon!"
Lightning, water, and wind twisted together into a glowing X-shaped blast that screamed through the air.
BOOM! SPLATTER!
Qin Su blinked.
"Uh… I thought that'd last longer. I even held back."
The mighty tiger lay motionless, a perfect X burned into its skull.
"Well, less work for me." He crouched down. "Time to collect the goodies."
The Fiery Rebirth
Night fell over the ridge. In a hidden cave, Qin Su sat cross-legged, completely naked, surrounded by glowing herbs, a giant bone, and a steaming basin of blood.
"Alright… let's begin."
In his left palm, a black-and-white flame flickered to life — Creation and Destruction Flames, ranked among the top 10 fires of the Immortal Realm.
In his right hand, a purplish-red blaze burned — a fragment of Hell's Inferno Gate Flame, second only to its original.
"Ooh… So-om Ki-Lei!"
The flames roared outward, engulfing the cave, melting stone, and consuming everything in a blinding glow.
Hours passed. When the light faded, only smoke and rubble remained.
The Bandits and the Demon Eyes
"Look! The King Beast's den—it's destroyed!"
"Someone fought here!"
"Wait… is that a person sitting over there?"
A group of rough-looking bandits crept into the ruins. Amid the ashes sat a charred figure, motionless.
"Is he dead?" "Check his pulse!"
"I feel something! He's still alive!"
"Kill him and take the treasure!"
"Idiot, what if he's stronger than us?"
"Snap."
Every head turned. Qin Su's skin cracked like old bark. A faint, sinister light glimmered beneath.
"His eyes… they're red!"
"D-Demon Eyes!"
Qin Su rose slowly, every step shedding layers of burnt skin until smooth, flawless flesh gleamed beneath. His hair shimmered black and silver under the moonlight.
"Hehe… so you wanted to kill me?" he said, smiling wickedly. "How cute."
The bandits froze. Even their leader — a burly man built like a mountain — blinked rapidly.
"W-Why is he… so handsome?" the leader stammered. "What the hell's that between his— I mean, I'm straight! I'm straight!"
"Then stop staring, bastard!" Qin Su barked. "And give me your clothes."
SWOOSH.
In the blink of an eye, the bandit stood naked while Qin Su adjusted his new outfit, now perfectly fitted.
"Better. Now leave. No one wants to see your flabby righteousness."
The fat leader bolted out of the cave, screaming something about "handsome demons."
Qin Su sighed. "Now, what to do with the rest of you?"
"Mercy, senior!" they cried. "Yes, senior! We were forced by that evil man!"
"We have women! Lots of women!" "…Who said I need women?" Qin Su asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We have gold! Herbs! Treasures!"
"Ah, now you're speaking my language," he said with a grin. "I'll spare you — but live righteously. Protect, don't plunder."
"Y-Yes, senior! Of course, senior!"
With a final nod, Qin Su blurred into the night sky.
"He flew…!"
"An immortal! He must be!"
Aftermath
"Cloning Art!"
A second Qin Su appeared beside him mid-air.
"Handle the aftermath. Free any captives, share the treasures. Keep anything valuable."
"Yes," the clone replied.
"Good. Then I'm going to sleep," Qin Su muttered. "This was one hell of a day."
He yawned, drifting off into the clouds — a newly reborn devil of charm, mischief, and absurd luck.