Ethan’s fingers left her swollen, throbbing pink nipple, but the intense, liquid heat he had systematically built up within her lower abdomen did not recede. Maeve sat panting, her head thrown back, her firm breasts glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

"Now," said Ethan, his voice dropping into a deep, commanding register. "Hold your breath."

Before she could even process the order, Ethan’s hand blurred. He drew a long, gleaming golden acupuncture needle from his sleeve and drove it deep into the base of her spine with a sudden, ruthless thrust.

Thud.

"Ahaaah!" Maeve screamed, her body violently arching into a rigid bow.

A horrific, foul-smelling black smoke instantly began to hiss and bubble out of the puncture wound in her back, carrying the stagnant, rotten residue of four years of compressed spiritual failure. But as the dark corruption left her body, the remaining emerald herbal essence Ethan had rubbed into her skin violently reacted with her awakened meridian lines.

The localized friction he had planted in her breasts exploded downward like a tidal wave of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

"S-Senior Brother! It’s too hot! I—haaah!" Maeve cried out, her fingers clawing desperately into the training mat.

Her vision blurred into a haze of raw, blinding pleasure as her internal walls clamped down in a violent, uncontrollable spasm. A massive, torrential wave of slick, sweet vaginal nectar erupted from between her thighs, completely soaking through her undergarments and pooling onto the woven straw mat below. She was completely and utterly giving way to a devastating, full-body orgasm right in front of him, her core contracting over and over as she whimpered helplessly under the sheer weight of the stimulation.

And in that exact moment of absolute climax, the final structural barrier of her bottleneck shattered.

BOOM!

A radiant, explosive shockwave of pure spiritual pressure erupted from her midsection, flattening the grass around the courtyard. The chaotic spiritual energy within her body violently condensed, snapping together into a perfect, rotating sphere within her Dantian. Her aura skyrocketed, instantly tearing past the limitations of the flesh and stepping directly into the legendary Spiritual Core Realm.

Maeve collapsed forward, her bare chest heaving heavily against the mat, her mind completely shattered by the dual impact of the divine ascension and the intense physical release. The staggering, impossible reality of her breakthrough completely wiped away any lingering shame or embarrassment she felt about having her fluid pool beneath her in front of a man.

"I... I broke through..." Maeve whispered, her voice trembling in absolute, dazed disbelief. "The Spiritual Core... I actually did it..."

Ethan stood over her trembling, exposed form, his face a perfectly calm mask, but deep within his amethyst eyes, a dark, monstrous hunger flared. He didn’t waste a single millisecond of the aftermath.

"Do not let the residual aura scatter," said Ethan, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. "Let me stabilize the remaining frequencies for you."

Ethan took a deep, silent inhalation, activating the unholy sigils of the Nine Body Yin Devourer art within his soul.

A massive, invisible stream of thick, pristine Primordial Yin energy—rich with the uncorrupted purity of her maidenhood and condensed by the raw heat of her sudden breakthrough—was forcefully drawn out of her radiating aura, flowing directly into Ethan’s open mouth.

Sip.

The taste was absolutely exquisite, like a concentrated, heavenly elixir sliding down his throat. Because she was a pure, untouched virgin whose essence had been hyper-sensitized by her orgasm, the quality of this single harvest was vastly superior to devouring an entire nest of high-tier beast queens in a single exhibition. The stolen Yin crashed into Ethan’s own spiritual foundations, violently expanding his core and strengthening his cultivation pool to a terrifying degree.

Ethan slowly wiped his lips, a dark, invisible smirk hidden beneath his stoic demeanor as he looked down at the vulnerable, newly ascended cultivator. Phase B was working flawlessly, and the feast had officially begun.

Ethan reached down, calmly picking up Maeve’s discarded inner tunic from the grass. He wrapped the soft fabric around her bare, shivering shoulders, covering her glistening breasts and the rosy pink nipples that were still twitching from the residual aftershocks of her intense release.

Lifting her easily into his powerful arms, he carried her into the inner chambers of her pavilion, gently laying her down onto her silk-sheeted bed.

"Your spiritual core has successfully formed, but your physical pathways are still raw and highly sensitive from the purification," said Ethan, his voice returning to that perfectly detached, clinical authority. "Rest here for the next few hours to fully lock in the new energy. And when you recover your strength, do not forget our ledger. Tell everyone exactly what you experienced inside this courtyard."

Maeve, her face still flushed a deep crimson as she clutched the sheets to her chest, could only nod mutely, her eyes filled with a profound, borderline religious devotion as she watched him turn and stride out of her room.

The moment the heavy wooden doors of her residence closed behind him, Ethan made his way straight back to his designated trade plot at the main junction. He sat down cross-legged beneath the shadow of the ironwood tree, closed his amethyst eyes, and immediately plunged his consciousness into his soul space.

With Crul’s frantic assistance, he began to methodically digest and refine the massive wave of pristine Primordial Yin energy he had just siphoned from her breakthrough. The maiden essence was incredibly dense, acting like premium fuel that aggressively expanded his own spiritual pathways, pushing his raw cultivation.

A few hours bled away into the afternoon, the sun casting long, golden streaks across the mountain path.

The heavy silence of the junction was broken by the sound of hesitant, shuffling footsteps. Ethan slowly raised his heavy eyelids. Standing a few meters away from his wooden sign was a small group of three young female disciples, all of them wearing the deep blue robes of the outer peak. They were shifting their weight nervously, their faces a chaotic mix of intense embarrassment and desperate hope.

"Are you... Senior Brother Ethan Brightsword?" asked the girl at the front, her voice a timid, quiet whisper.

"I am," said Ethan, his piercing amethyst eyes locking onto them, a faint, predatory glint flashing deep within his pupils. "Do you require my services?"

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From this moment forward, to avoid confusion regarding cultivation ranks, I will include this footer with the current established levels.

Note: These are only the ranks mentioned so far to avoid spoilers.

Body Refinement Realm

Skin Refinement / Bone Refinement / Organ Refinement

Spiritual Gathering Realm

Spiritual Perception / Spiritual Mist / Spiritual Condensation

Spiritual Core Realm

Core Solidification / Core Awakening / Spiritual Collapse (Half-step Spiritual Core)

Spiritual Soul Realm

Spiritual Soul Awakening / Soul Nourishing / Soul-Core Fusion

Golden Core Realm

Prime Fusion / Core Perfection / Core Destruction

Spiritual Sea Realm

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

Dao Manifestation Realm

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

Spiritual Transcendence

Stage 1 ?? / Stage 2 ?? / Stage 3 ??

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Sword mastery levels

Sword Intent.

Sword Aura.