Parasite Breeding Longveity Path: Starting from breeding the love Obsession parasite Chapter 4 - 4 Something Seems a Bit Off_1

Chapter 4: Something Seems a Bit Off_1

The dead of night had arrived.

Sitting cross-legged upon the floor, Zhou Sui began circulating the peerless cultivation technique he had obtained from the Supreme Gu God Bowl—the Insect God Sutra. This divine method possessed boundless utility, allowing him to refine every Gu insect in existence for his personal use.

Whoosh~~

Strands of natural spiritual energy drifted between heaven and earth, entering his frame and flowing through his meridians to gradually bolster his True Yuan.

“It is far too slow.”

After completing 108 cycles of his Qi, Zhou Sui opened his eyes and ceased his practice, a look of resignation crossing his features. The speed at which his body accumulated True Yuan was incredibly sluggish.

Despite practicing a divine technique, reaching the second layer of Qi Cultivation would likely take him two or three years. This was entirely due to his abysmal aptitude, as he possessed only a Ninth Grade Spirit Root.

In this world, the quality of one's talent is strictly categorized. Aptitude is ranked from the Ninth Grade Spirit Root to the First Grade, with the ninth being the lowest and the first being the peak.

Those with roots from the ninth to the seventh grade are classified as Lower Grade Spirit Roots, while the sixth through fourth grades are Mid Grade. The third through first grades are recognized as Upper Grade Spirit Roots.

To gain entry into a prestigious organization like the Immortal Mist Sect, a Mid Grade Spirit Root is the minimum requirement.

Those burdened with Lower Grade Spirit Roots are relegated to the life of a loose cultivator, as no Sect would ever accept them as disciples.

Beyond the First Grade lies the Heavenly Spirit Root. Should such a talent appear, all the major Sects would descend upon them like a swarm of bees. A cultivator blessed with a Heavenly Spirit Root is virtually guaranteed to reach Foundation Establishment and possesses a high probability of becoming a Golden Core Master.

However, individuals with such extraordinary talent are as rare as phoenix feathers.

In any case, he had never encountered such a legendary genius before.

“Forget it, I shall stop for now. Bitterly persisting won't yield any immediate results.”

Zhou Sui felt utterly defeated.

He now understood the plight of cultivators with meager talent. They required an immense amount of time just to advance a single step. Many would reach old age without ever touching the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation, let alone dreaming of Foundation Establishment.

Without the aid of various pills and spiritual medicines, breaking through his current bottleneck in a short time was impossible.

It was no wonder his predecessor had been so averse to cultivation. When no amount of effort produces visible progress, the lack of fulfillment would discourage anyone.

Whoosh!

With these thoughts in mind, Zhou Sui stepped out of his room and into the courtyard to clear his head and release his pent-up frustration.

“Fellow Daoist Zhou.”

To his surprise, a graceful figure was already standing in the courtyard. Clad in white pajamas that accentuated her striking silhouette, she looked like a moonlit goddess.

It was the long-legged royal sister, Ji Bingyu.

“Ah, Fellow Daoist Ji. The night is long; are you also unable to find sleep?”

Confronted by such a beauty, Zhou Sui felt his blood begin to race, nearly losing his composure, but he managed to restrain himself. She was, after all, a cultivator at the late stages of Qi Cultivation.

If he were to truly provoke her, he would have no recourse even if she decided to strike him down.

Though he had successfully placed the Obsession Gu within her, it was uncertain when the effects would fully manifest. He had to remain cautious regardless of the circumstances.

“Indeed, Fellow Daoist Zhou. Is it the same for you?”

Ji Bingyu inhaled deeply. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest the moment she laid eyes on him.

The mere thought of sharing a roof with this man caused her pulse to quicken. She often found herself daydreaming when she should have been meditating; no matter how she tried, she couldn't find the peace required for cultivation.

Driven to leave her room, she hadn't expected to run directly into Zhou Sui. Could this be what they call destiny?

At that thought, her lovely face flushed crimson and her heartbeat accelerated further.

Zhou Sui, failing to notice her strange behavior, sighed. “Yes, the path of cultivation is simply too arduous. Even after hours of intense effort, my progress remains stagnant. I felt restless, so I came out for a stroll.”

He felt truly helpless. If only he could improve his Spirit Root aptitude, the journey would not be so grueling.

“Do not be discouraged, Friend Zhou. Cultivation is frequently difficult at the start but becomes smoother later on. Once you surpass this obstacle, I am certain your potential will be boundless.”

“I am convinced, Friend Zhou, that you are destined to achieve Foundation Establishment or even become a Golden Core Master.”

Ji Bingyu felt as if her heart might explode with excitement. She could hardly contain her emotions; seeing Zhou Sui looking so troubled only made him appear more endearing to her.

How could such a charming man exist in this world?

She felt an overwhelming urge to pull him into an embrace and smother him with affection.

In her eyes, Zhou Sui was like a mistreated kitten or puppy. Her heart overflowed with so much love and tenderness that she could scarcely keep it under control.

“I am grateful for your kind words, Friend Ji.”

His mood brightened slightly upon hearing her encouragement. It appeared the Obsession Gu was working, at the very least increasing her favorable impression of him.

Perhaps with more time, their bond would deepen further.

“On another note, life in Misty Cloud City must be quite grueling for you, given your modest aptitude, the loss of your parents, and your cultivation being only at the first layer of Qi Cultivation.”

Ji Bingyu shifted the conversation.

“It is indeed a struggle, but I was fortunate enough to inherit this house. The rental income allows me to survive,” Zhou Sui admitted.

“Survival is one thing, but as a novice at the start of Qi Cultivation holding a valuable property in Misty Cloud City, you might draw the attention of predatory cultivators,” Ji Bingyu suggested pointedly.

“You speak the truth, Friend Ji; there are many with dark motives. Fortunately, the law enforcement in Misty Cloud City is strict, so no one has dared move against me yet. Still, if I could raise my cultivation, those with ill intent might think twice,” Zhou Sui remarked.

“Raise your cultivation? With your talent, how long will that take? By the time you improve, those malicious cultivators might have already ended your life.

I believe you need to secure some form of protection to keep this property safe,” Ji Bingyu hinted even more boldly.

“What are you suggesting?”

Zhou Sui appeared puzzled. He had a vague inkling of her meaning but didn't dare assume.

“Friend Zhou, you are a clever man. You clearly know that I, Ji Bingyu, stand at the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation. Aside from the powerful Foundation Establishment experts, few in Misty Cloud City can match me.”

“If I were to act as your guardian, you could live in peace and dedicate yourself to your practice.”

“Anyone eyeing your assets would have to face the edge of my blade,” Ji Bingyu said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

“This…!”

Zhou Sui was stunned. He began to realize something was very wrong. The long-legged beauty before him was acting like a predatory young master, eyeing him with intense hunger, seemingly intent on intimidating and claiming him—a young man in the prime of his life.

While he wanted to grow closer to her, he hadn't imagined it would happen quite like this.

“Friend Zhou, do not hesitate. Even if you try to refuse, I will not accept it.”

“To be honest, from the very first moment I saw you, I wanted you for myself,” Ji Bingyu confessed. Assertively, she scooped Zhou Sui up and began marching toward the bedroom.

“You—!”

Zhou Sui attempted to resist, but as a mere first-layer practitioner, he was no match for a cultivator of the ninth layer. His weak struggles only seemed to fuel the woman's excitement.