Han Shuo stayed in the Cemetery for two days in a row. He sat cross-legged among the stark white bones. The Demonslayer's Edge hovered in front of his chest, while flaming lightning surrounded it.
Han Shuo held his breath as he gazed calmly at the Demonslayer Edge, occasionally using his hands to release beams of spellfire or biting his finger to drip a few drops of blood essence. He slowly used the demon infant in his stomach to wash the Demonslayer Edge over and over again with his magical yuan.
Han Shuo held some rare metal ores in his hands as two balls of red, blazing flames slowly covered his palms. The searing magical fire had a terrifyingly high temperature, slowly melting the durable metal ores and turning them into colourful liquids that fell onto the hovering DemonSlayer Edge.
Before Han Shuo had formed the Demon Infant, he didn't have the ability to refine magical treasures, so the basic shape of the Demonslayer's Edge had been forged by the famous dwarven smiths. After the dwarves had understood Han Shuo's intention, they'd worked on it for several days and nights, mixing the sharpest metals into the Demonslayer Blade.
Experience had shown that the Demonslayer's Edge was beyond sharp. After all, Han Shuo had spent an enormous amount of money on it, and it had been lovingly crafted by the dwarves. Normal metal weapons would always be cut in half by the Demonslayer's Edge.
But it wasn't enough for a true magical treasure to just be sharp. It would only count as a type of Magical treasure if it had some special effects.
As a powerful weapon in Chu Canglan's memories, the Demonslayer's Edge would only be able to produce spectacular effects when used by a demonic cultivator of the Bloodlust Realm after being successfully refined. The 'Slay' in Demonslayer Edge clearly described its effects, it was inseparable from massacre.
This was also the truth. When the Demonslayer's Edge was successfully refined, a demonic cultivator who'd reached the bloodlust realm could absorb the terror and hatred of his victims when he used the Demonslayer's Edge to kill, forming a natural demonic aura around him. When the Demonslayer's Edge was used to its true potential, the weapon would absorb the terror and hatred of the deceased into the hilt of the blade.
When the Demonslayer Edge has absorbed enough of this strange power, the terror and hatred can naturally form a demonic soul within the Demonslayer Edge. This would cause the Demonslayer's Edge to become an unparalleled, sentient weapon.
As the bearer kills more and more, the Demonslayer's Edge will absorb more and more negative energy. When the Demonic Soul finally formed, just as the enormous amount of terror and hatred stored within the Demonslayer Edge could cause opponents to lose their minds, the Demonic Soul within the blade could shatter all confidence.
Furthermore, when the Demonslayer Edge becomes a powerful weapon and has its own consciousness, it will have other incredible effects. Han Shuo could even transform the Demonslayer's Edge into another double for him, one that had the ability to constantly evolve and gain more terrifying energy just like the main body.
However, it took a lot of exotic materials to create such a powerful weapon. The amount of these materials was beyond Han Shuo's expectations. Aside from the rare metals that had been mixed in when the dwarves had made it, Han Shuo now had to continuously fuse even more rare materials into it. He had to ensure its formation by adding magical yuan, blood essence and using the demon infant to refine it bit by bit.
The process of refining the Demonslayer's Edge was not fast. It was a slow process of slowly fusing the materials into the Demonslayer Edge, a gradual process that required magical yuan, the Demon Infant, and blood essence. It would not be completed within a day.
During these two days, Han Shuo was simply slowly absorbing the materials that the Demonslayer Edge needed into himself, using the magical yuan, demon infant and blood essence to forge a closer bond with the Demonslayer Edge, building a good foundation for it.
In this way, when the Demonslayer's Edge was not being used, it could turn into a small ball the size of a grain of rice and hide inside the blood essence that Han Shuo used to feed the demon infant, continuously providing the blade with the energy it needed to be refined. When Han Shuo attacked and slaughtered others, the Demonslayer Edge could instantly come out and absorb the energy of the deceased from Han Shuo's victims.
Only when the Demonslayer's Edge had absorbed enough of the deceased's energy and formed the demonic soul within its hilt would it truly be formed and become an incomparable weapon, a terrifying magical treasure.
Two days passed quickly. That day, Han Shuo nurtured the Demonslayer Edge within himself and slowly recovered through meditation. He noticed through the Yin Demons that Gilbert had returned.
Coming to his senses, he stood up, took out the 'Eye of Darkness' and let Gilbert in through the boundary. As he entered, Han Shuo noticed that Gilbert's eyes were darting back and forth, an extremely lascivious smile on his face.
"What happened? Look at the way you're smiling. At your speed, two nights and a day would've been enough for you to return to the cemetery of death. What took you so long?" Han Shuo looked questioningly at Gilbert and questioned the other.
"Hehehe, I'm just a little late, aren't I? What's the big deal? I've already dropped Miss Phoebe off safely in Zajoksi City, don't worry!" There was an inexplicable element of lewdness in Gilbert's smile that made Han Shuo feel quite out of place.
Looking at the Dark Dragon suspiciously, a thought formed in Han Shuo's mind as he saw that the Dark Dragon had a trace of weariness on his lecherously smiling face. He couldn't help but shout, "Did you use this time to go whoring in Zajoski City?"
Gilbert wasn't embarrassed by the question as he nodded with a lusty chuckle. "Honoured Master, you're very clever. My grandfather was right. The taste of women is so wonderful! The two girls were so thirsty, we rolled around in the sheets all night! That's why I was late.
Indeed, the dark dragon race was known for its depravity. Just as looting and stealing were in the nature of the forest trolls, so was lechery in the nature of the dark dragons. It was an ingrained trait that no one could change. Han Shuo understood Gilbert's actions, but was surprised to see his weariness. "It is rumoured that you dark dragons are known for your dominating skills in this area. Can it be that two women in one night were enough to exhaust you so completely?"
"Honoured Master, this was my first time. I spent a long time with both of them and then flew back. Is that kind of performance not enough? I've heard that human males are really weak in this area, there's no one they could have been as amazing as me." Gilbert puffed out his chest and said with great pride.
Shaking his head disdainfully, Han Shuo said, "If it were me, I could spend as long as I wanted with them and not only would I not get tired, I would get even stronger!"
"Psht! Keep bragging! Even though you're very strong, Master, you're still a human being. Human abilities in this area aren't as strong as us dark dragons!" Gilbert sneered dismissively, then proudly reasserted himself. It looked like this attitude was deeply rooted in his brain and wouldn't be something that could be easily changed.
There was truth in Han Shuo's words. With his skills in the bloodlust realm and some evil magic arts, he could make it so that he would never get tired, and could even use evil methods to harvest yin to replenish yang and restore his energy. Not only would this not harm him, but the act of intercourse would increase his strength. It was magical.
Some magical arts either harvested yin to replenish yang or vice versa. The Song of Excitement was a fortunate way of dual cultivation that brought benefits to both sides.
Han Shuo hadn't understood these secret arts until he had fully regained Chu Cang Lan's memories. He hadn't paid much attention to it, but he suddenly thought that perhaps he could use the Chant of Thrills to bring benefits to both himself and Emily when they spent time together.
Therefore, as he thought about the secret arts, Han Shuo sank into a temporary calm. He thought back to those secret arts and slowly considered their possibilities. There were some that didn't require the inner essence or magical yuan of either party, and only used certain techniques to refine one's body.
There were also some powerful methods that required the cooperation of internal essence and magical yuan. But only a little bit of each was needed. If they were used successfully, the results of this time's lovemaking would be incredible.
"Lewd Dragon, tell me honestly, if your tribe performs these acts repeatedly, will your dark dragon bodies suffer any damage at all?" Han SHuo thought for a moment and suddenly asked Gilbert.
"Of course, no matter what tribe you are, if you do this too much, your body will be damaged. We dark dragons are no exception. We have to abstain from it especially when we need to evolve, otherwise the damage to our bodies will be even greater. However, this is our innate nature, and there are many Dark Dragons who can't control themselves and still give free rein to their desires when evolving. Not only do they not evolve, but their rank is also reduced. This is nothing unusual. Gilbert answered truthfully to Han Shuo's questions.
Dragons were the strongest, super-ranking magical creatures. However, there were also divisions within the super rank. There were five levels in total, and their ranking was completely opposite to that of other magical creatures. The strongest were level five and the newly born were level one.
For someone like Gilbert, who had not even evolved once, he was a level one creature. The lowest of the Super Ranks, he had only a few of the dragons' characteristics and increased attack power.
"Heh heh, little lecherous dragon, you've been following me for so long and I haven't given you anything. This time, Master will make it up to you in one fell swoop. I'm going to teach you a wonderful technique that won't exhaust you when you go whoring. It'll make you stronger instead, and you can still do it when you evolve!" Han Shuo looked at Gilbert and cackled strangely.
"I don't believe you, how can such miraculous techniques exist in this world? That's not true! Don't lie to me!" Gilbert obviously didn't believe Han Shuo and shook his head callously.
"You will believe me!" Han Shuo walked over to Gilbert and placed a hand on his shoulder. A small amount of magic yuan flowed into his body and slowly travelled to his abdomen.
"What, what is that!" Gilbert was shocked and cried out in surprise, "Why does it feel like a small snake has climbed into my body!"
"Don't move! This is the master examining the structure of your body!" Han Shuo shouted quietly, preventing Gilbert from moving.
The magic yuan travelled in a circle in Gilbert's body according to Han Shuo's thoughts. He discovered that Gilbert's anatomy was indeed slightly different from his. Han Shuo thought for a moment and moved his magic yuan in Gilbert's body according to a certain method.
Half an hour passed like this. Han Shuo lifted Gilbert's clothes and dripped a drop of blood essence onto his navel. After that, Han Shuo said in a low voice, "Follow the snake's movement and try to control it. Slowly direct it to your navel. If you can do that, you will be able to possess such a wonderful martial technique in the future."
Han Shuo released the hand that had been resting on Gilbert's shoulders and looked at the dark dragon. Gilbert's head was covered in sweat as he followed Han Shuo's instructions with a face full of fear and nervousness. However, he still could not find the right way.
Han Shuo could not guide him at this critical moment. Gilbert had to learn the trick himself to be able to use it with familiarity. The drop of blood essence that had landed on his navel was like a seed that could be used to turn the tide, it could provide a hiding place for the magical Yuan that Han Shuo had injected into him, allowing him to successfully use the secret arts of harvesting Yin to replenish Yang.
Han Shuo had done everything he could, since Gilbert's body structure was different from a human's, his success depended on himself. Even though it would theoretically work, Han Shuo wasn't sure, so he measured Gilbert in a worried manner.
After a moment, Gilbert hurriedly looked at Han Shuo and exclaimed anxiously, "All right, it's in, I did it! The little snake has returned to my belly button." Han Shuo was quite pleased to hear this and quickly asked, "Then how do you feel?"
"Hard. I'm hard, very very hard!" There was a small tent on the lower part of the Black Dragon Gilbert's body as he frantically replied while looking at it, unsure of what to do.
"Hard is good, hard is good. Haha!" Han Shuo laughed and then said proudly. "Very good, lecherous dragon, you did it!"