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Both of them wasted their entire night with a rough, euphorical dance on top of the bed, doing numerous positions until eventually—Foel were able to grasp the concept of dual cultivation. MF's heart was also fully regenerated. Foel almost misunderstood that the naughty act was the one that made her partner's heart beating again, stamping MF as a huge pervert.

With each gender of demi-human, comes an attractor to a specific flow of essences that would reside within their copulation tool. This kind of essences would passively seek their host to hibernate inside and nourish the individual it resided. There are two types for each gender. Some people call it 'yin' energy for females and 'yang' energy for males.

But different people have different levels of magnetism to this energy which is why some cultivators that are really compatible in attracting this energy would be referred to as the owner of yin or yang attributes body type. The reason why the opposites of body gender are able to utilize the energy was because the residing essences are also saping the nourishment from its host.

This was also the reason why people who masturbate a lot usually have weak physique, they are wasting their own essences that could be categorized as parts of their body. As crazy as it sounds, people made a cultivation law that utilizes this energy as its main fuel for ascension. It's not evil unless they take it without their partner's consent.

For women are their seeds, for men are their seeds also? Then again, MF has both.

"Never in my life have I ever thought the moment I indulge myself in this method of cultivation." Foel said with a deadpan while naked after a harsh session with her husband, crossing her legs, mediating to convert every load of seeds into nourishment for her Mana Sea.

"Sadly, It doesn't benefit me at all." MF shrugged, as her mana sea was unaccessible. "Give me four of those physical cultivation law books."

A pocket space gap appeared near her. Foel didn't say anything as she was focusing on the essence conversion.

Deftly, MF began to read four of the books simultaneously, scanning each of them to grasp their content.

Iron Might Law, the earth, the core, the culmination from the ore. A pathway to greatness by tempering one's physical manifestation, using numerous pills, and destroying one's outer self. The brute way, there are 24 movements with its own phase that needed to be learned first, tempering those moves before commencing to full body forging to siphon subconscious energy within one's soul.

"The classic."

Scattering Petals Of Thousand Palms Law, a journey to the land of fluttering myriad with the dance that heightens one's perception and strength. Unlike Iron Might Law, this law focuses the learner to turn their body to be as light as possible, separating its own physical body from reality. The law have 36 movement and 6 phase.

"Interesting."

But the sequence of the move within this law was more complicated than the Iron Might Law.

The next was the Rigid Shadow Without Mist. The former was about lightening one's physical burden, this one was about erasing one's presence. It involves a lot of meditation and environmental requirements, which was a pain in the ass to commit. 7 movements, 23 meditation method.

It would be compatible for Foel's blackhole filled mana sea.

The last one was Fiery Fire Of Molten Heart Law. This physical cultivation law works as a foundation support instead of its own thing, very compatible with Iron Might Law.

Looking good so far, but MF isn't someone who would use a half assed cultivation law for her own.

'I'll just create my own version,' MF thought.

She noticed that each physical cultivation law had something in common, it was to saturate oneself with the elements of the world. It's all about grinding oneself until they break reality. Is this even possible? Surprisingly, it was.

The method and movement itself was meant to strengthen one's consciousness strings. Tearing the body asunder and mold it into steel and break the shell of mortality. Compressing the consciousness strings to become one with the body.

It all came to the concept of consciousness, this soul's tentacles are able to tamper with reality and metaphysical properties. Although in smaller scales, will still imbue the physical vessel of someone who used them properly.

So through all this time, what MF did was actually a pseudo physical cultivation all along. 

"If only I looked at physical cultivation back then."

MF was too focused on mana cultivation and her jealousy to those who are able to strive for the greater incarnation. This was the first time she scanned the content of physical cultivation law throughout.

She set a quarter of her thinking processor to brainstorm, trying to emulate how to create a strong path for physical cultivation. There are still hundreds of physical cultivation laws out there but she could only use the reference at hand.

The strength of steel, while being lighter than petals, more rigid than shadow, and fiery to the core. She took 5 movements from each law that gave the most effect and meanings and condense them into one, powerful, singular, cultivation law. Regardless, this was only the assessment. MF might needed to revaluate and reassemble her law's scheme.

"I need to try it first." MF waited until her wife had absorbed every essences she gave, before prodding her to get ready. "My dear, it's time."

"Is it? So what time is it?"

"Sunrise morning, apparently." The hyaenidae showed a gentle smile. "How is the essence conversion?"

"Working better than I thought, although it wasn't as affecting, probably because you don't have any mana."

"That was a huge stab you did."

The amount of mana the dual cultivator had was also affecting the energy that was absorbed by the essence. So the stronger the cultivation partner, the more effective it was unless they have the opposite body attributes.

Foel leaned her cheek to her fist. "What are you anyway, even though you're powerful, but you didn't do any sort of cultivation. You can create fire from nothing, your muscles are as strong as steel, and you can survive without a heart, are you a cockroach?"

"Pfft, nothing really. Just your normal rebellious individual who despise her fate."

They prepared to depart from the inn, the street was as lively as it could with the orange illumination from the sun protruding from the stone ground. Buildings are given hue, and numerous demi-human of various races were roaming about.

"Hey," nudged one of the strangers who could be seen and heard as MF and Foel passed by, gossiping with his buddy. "The Casino was out for a while because of some god-blessed gambler joining the fray."

"Yeah, I saw that guy with chicks on his side! I heard from one of his victims that he always wins every game challenged by the prominent people there."

"That fast, huh," Foel said, who also heard the street chit chat. "If you ever met those kinds of people, what would you do?"

"Avoid them, or hurriedly run from them." MF smirked. "Fighting the unknown will be as bad as poking the surface of a lake with no illumination around."

"Then what if we make the lantern?"

"A lantern would only show our reflection on the lake, we would probably need a diving suit and some explosives." MF chuckled.

They got outside of Gaia Citadel into the nearby open field, grassy moist and fresh air. 

Although she planned to finish the creation of her own cultivation law, she also wanted to appraise the genetic schematic of Calamities that she and Foel defeated on their way to Gaia Citadel back then.

'Virus Secretion' gene.

'Flammable Anti-Heat Layers' gene.

'Muscle Instant Expansion' gene.

'Material Layering' gene.

'Organic Cannon' gene.

MF harvested only the DNA part she deem precious back then, and she planned to isolate herself after the cultivation law creation that she will commence soon.

"This is gonna be a productive day."