Made it through, and there’s endless happiness ahead. If I can’t make it… I still have to push through!

My own talent isn’t that great—after all these years of cultivation, Ethan Brooks had already confirmed this.

If I give up now because of the pain, even if I’m lucky enough not to die, I’ll never have any hope of mastering this technique for the rest of my life.

The more painful it is, the more I have to grit my teeth and push through in one go!

“In my previous life, my boss yelled at me for forty-five minutes straight and I could still smile and suck up to him—what’s this pain compared to that…”

“Come on, make it hurt even more!”

“All for Lingxiao Day!”

“That… Lingxiao Day ah ah ah ah~~~~”

“Awooo~~~ damn… this is intense! It hurts like hell… awoo awoo…”

Spiritual energy from all around kept surging in, like swarms of tiny, dense insects, coming in waves, one after another.

Ethan Brooks’s cheeks were trembling, drawing on the powerful endurance that let him smile through forty-five minutes of his boss’s scolding—a supreme skill honed by the nine-to-six office worker’s “blessing”—enduring the discomfort in his meridians.

His face looked just like a chronic constipation patient squatting on the toilet for a week.

His face was flushed, veins bulging, eyes about to pop out from the effort, trying to push through in one go, to reach that feeling of utter release…

Suddenly, with a bang, as all his meridians cleared, he let out a loud fart.

“So much spiritual energy wasted, too much essence leaked out—what a pity, that fart…”

Just as he was about to reach his limit…

The bundle in his arms suddenly moved. The little one, eyes still closed, started crawling instinctively, mouth opening, limbs flailing, little head anxiously searching for something…

Suddenly… found it…

Driven by instinct, it turned its head and latched onto a certain spot on Ethan Brooks’s chest…

And immediately started sucking hard!

“Awo~ huh… little ancestor… I definitely don’t have that function…”

Ethan Brooks suddenly felt a tingling sensation from the sucking, his whole body shuddering.

Suddenly!

Suddenly, suddenly!!

A huge amount of spiritual energy surged out from that spot, actually being sucked away…

Mainly, during cultivation, there was just too much spiritual energy pouring in—Ethan Brooks simply couldn’t handle it, and when water overflows… the little one’s mouth just happened to catch the overflow…

The little one clung on tightly, eyes closed, gulping down mouthful after mouthful, looking completely satisfied.

“!!!”

Ethan Brooks was so shocked he couldn’t even speak…

I… I damn…

I can feed!

I can actually feed!!

What the hell!!!

At this moment, in his arms, the little one, eyes closed, was latching on and really using all its strength to suck…

At the same time, countless streams of spiritual energy quietly flowed into the little one’s body…

The little one seemed completely unfazed by the massive influx of spiritual energy, feeling no pressure at all. Its once-damp baby fur gradually dried out…

It kept gulping down, its brows and eyes relaxing more and more, filled with happiness.

Ethan Brooks felt waves of tingling numbness, even starting to doubt his own gender…

Am I really a man or…

Damn it, I can actually be sucked like that…

Heavens above, earth below, can some goddess please explain to me why this little thing can suck energy from me…

(2)

It really is… sucking energy.

But it does feel a lot better this way.

After a long, long time…

“Mm oh~ mm oh~~”

Ethan Brooks finally let out a moaning breath, and the true path of the Spirit Transformation Sutra was finally clear.

The constant sensation of being sliced to pieces by tiny knives all over his body finally came to an end.

One full cycle of spiritual energy circulation—complete!

As a large amount of sticky filth oozed out from every pore, his whole body ached as if he’d just been flayed alive—no exaggeration, the aftereffects still lingered—but his spirit was surprisingly refreshed and vigorous.

He hurriedly pulled that thing out of the little one’s mouth, who had already fallen asleep and stopped sucking.

He rubbed himself a couple of times, muttering in his heart.

“Never thought I could be… eaten like that… this really goes beyond my understanding of physiology…”

But then came joy.

He must have finally entered the technique.

“I finally made it.”

Ethan Brooks couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. He’d never had any delusions of overnight success; his simple philosophy had always been: when there’s a hurdle in front of you, fight your way through it, and worry about everything else after you’ve made it!

As for the next hurdle, deal with it when it comes.

No need to worry prematurely.

What’s more, Ethan Brooks could clearly sense that the successful completion of this second cycle was probably a huge leap for his own talent.

The feeling was real and obvious.

If the original Ethan Brooks could only ever reach Human Grade First Rank in his lifetime, now at the very least, he could reach… Human Grade Third Rank.

After all, it was only the first day, the first time.

Just one cycle of cultivation had already made Ethan Brooks feel the difference—a fundamental change.