In his mind shone the picture of his book which from it flowered a more powerful and more condensed chi. Slowly his spiritual energy began to be transformed into the most power Condensing level chi imaginable equivalent to the manipulation realm.
The tome itself purified chi at the most pure possible to have at any given level. It was the equivalent of a purification tool which glowed whenever he began to cultivate.
Slowly his inner chi began to condense into the peak level of chi Condensing realm. The condensed chi was immensely powerful that It would rip apart any other human.
Due to this his room was in shambles all his clothes on the floor as well as his back wall threatened to cave in.
His powerful yang aura permeated the region around his house so the girls stayed away from in order to keep thier modesty intact.
For who days he had cultivated to the most peak power of the Condensing realm.
After not eating anything he sent a request for some food however since no one dared to risk the change of losing self control none of the women came to offer it. Because of his cultivation aura the spirits had been scared off and would not approach him for fear of tainting and obliterating thier aura.
They asked around for a girl willing to go to him. They explained the situation and chances of them losing control and giving away thier virginity. Although the idea itself was stimulating to many girls and teachers.
None took up the offer as many girls would look at them at shame, and who knew what the sect leader would think of them and possibly punish them.
Suddenly devastating power desended upon the kitchen the spirits and the girls they had asked. "I understand this predicament however he is the man from the prophecy so we stand no chance anyway. Therefore anyone willing will be rewarded with better cultivation as that man's yang chi will boost your yin chi by extreme amounts."
With that the tall pure white skinned and adorned sect leader walked silently away without a sound on the crystalline marble.
She was shivering.
Jalisandra was standing before the aura so thick it was visible even at the nontangible edge her sanity was being challenged.
In a flash she ran towards his owl little pavilion of one room with a emerald colored exterior with runes representing perseverance and courage shining into the wall of the building.
She ran up the steps with her long legs leading to an alluring ass.
Her boobs bounced together as she bounded up the stairs.
Her jeans were soaked like she had pissed herself. However after a 25 meter dash she still managed to be so aroused and her vagina had soaked herself in her own juices. Her mind focused solely on releasing her sexual tension.
Her only cure was dying of hunger.
He heard a sound and rushed to the door and grabbed whatever it was that was outside.
'It's soft and squishy hmmm I like it.'
Jal's boob in his hand started lactating on contact and after he squeezed it and pulled on it and her with it she had a mini orgasm from his contact.
Grabbing the platter which was the equivalent of an intire wild boar he started consuming at a faster rate than most imagined possible.
He was finally satisfied after he finished the last rib of meat and then was overcome by another primal urge so powerful and demanding he couldn't control himself.
Sitting in a corner with her panties down to the floor and smelling a pair of men's underwear was Jalisandra working her delicious soaked twat in an extremely loud manner. The squishing sexual noises of her vagina filled the room. Her boobs lactating so much they left stains on her blue gown which shown through to the outside. Her goergous vagina was leaving such a big puddle that her underwear and all of his was so wet that they were basically submerged in her pussy juice.
She became so hot as a feeling came crashing over and as she looked up she saw his gaze upon her.