Eternity Starts From His Seed

“Oh Brother Mo, what a coincidence!”

The distracted Bubai’s attention was alerted by a familiar voice. His head turned, locking his gaze onto a man adorned with long, disheveled hair resembling a wild mane.

Dressed in snug knee-length white shorts and an open-front brown fur tunic, revealing his well-defined six-pack, Jia Shizi leaned casually against a building, beckoning with a wave and a friendly grin.

Indeed, what a coincidence… Fart! Only an idiot would believe that!

He hasn’t seen this man for weeks, but he was still as unfathomable as before.

Despite his inner wariness, Bubai mustered the appropriate surprise, sporting a broad smile. “Oh, Brother Jia! What wind blew you here?”

“Hahaha! Just taking a walk for some fresh air, checking the market to see if there are some fresh goods!” Jia Shizi replied as he walked towards him.

“Ah, that reminds me…” Stopping in front of him, Jia Shizi grinned, “I heard Brother Mo is interested in formations lately?”

As expected, privacy was a luxury not afforded to the weak. “Brother Jia is asking because…”

“Then, that’s just right!” Shifting to his side, Jia Shizi wrapped his hand over Bubai’s shoulder, “I just so happened to come across some formation related junk in my residence. How about Brother Mo come over to take a look to see if they are useful?”

West District. Tower 8.

Seated in the well-furnished lounge, a complete contrast to his own, Bubai fixed his gaze upon the formation supplies arranged across the antique wooden table before him.

Multiple formation plates, a couple of formation balls, a pile of wooden practice chips - some already imprinted with unknown runic symbols.

Yet, these imprinted runes were clearly a clumsy method that failed to hide the pristine quality of the supplies, suggesting a recent acquisition rather than household junk.

“This… what do you mean, Brother Jia?”

“Hahaha! Brother Mo, what else can I mean?” Sitting across from him, Jia Shizi grinned, his arms crossed over his bare torso, accentuating his well-defined muscles.

Investment. Charcoal in the snow.

Bubai understood, yet he resolutely pushed the supplies away, “Apologies. Bubai doesn’t want to be tied down.”

“Hahaha!” Jia Shizi laughed as he pushed the supplies back, “Brother Mo, I know what you are worried about, but I’m not asking for anything in return. You don’t have to swear any oath nor repay me in any way. Treat it as a small gift to a brother!”

Bubai furrowed his brow, solemnly staring at the man, “Favors are the heaviest burdens.”

Bam! Slapping his hand on the table, Jia Shizi’s laughter ceased. With a look of disgust, he spat out, “Blah! Don’t give me those righteous nonsense from those hypocrites! We demonic cultivators are more straightforward and don’t get messily entangled by all those messy favors and stinky morality codes.”

Pointing down at the supplies, Jia Shizi declared, “I, Jia Shizi, say that I’m giving it to you for nothing, and that’s final!”

“…” Unmoved, Bubai maintained his silence.

Seeing no reaction from Bubai, Jia Shizi’s hand nonchalantly toppled over the stack of formation plate, sending them scattering across the table, “Well, let me say it in a less pleasant way. Treat it as if I am throwing away trash on the road, and you, my lucky brother, happened to pick it up.”

Bubai's countenance betrayed a hint of indecision. This man’s rhetoric made him really tempted.

Honestly, if the situation calls for it, he could shamelessly ignore all favors with ease and zero guilt. Even his current face was fake. Where will they find him if he runs?

The only reason for his hesitation stemmed from concerns about the mysterious methods of the cultivation world. If he gets entangled by some mysterious cause and effect, he would really regret it later on down the road.

Noticing Bubai's hesitation, Jia Shizi's grin widened.

Swiftly, he appeared beside Bubai, deftly snatching his green spatial storage bag and began stuffing all the supplies into it, “Hahaha! What are you hesitating so much for? Just take it like a man, just like how you took my wife and daughter!”

As Jia Shizi's words concluded, Bubai's attention was diverted as the stunning blonde, Jia Fei, gracefully emerged from beneath the table.

With a languid crawl, she approached the towering figure of Jia Shizi... presenting an alluring view of her hot side profile.

This scene reminded Bubai and his gaze shifted downward, lips twitching slightly...

Oh lord, with the pleasure being drained away, sometimes he even forgets about these out-of-sight matters.

At this moment, the green storage bag plopped back down onto a bobbing head, and Bubai instinctively reached for it to prevent it from falling over.

Peering inside and discovering the piles of supplies messily scattered within the expansive space within, a wave of euphoria swept over Bubai's mind.

Aw yeah! He could now save his spirit rice!

However, the euphoria only lasted mere moments before fading away. The pleasure derived from the unexpected windfall was gone as quickly as it had arrived.

Clearly, the Arboreal Bliss Dreamcatcher Art concealed far more secrets than publicly disclosed!

While it explicitly mentioned pleasure absorption through dual cultivation with women, this was misleading. The reality was broader: it could extract pleasure from any facets of life!

In fact, Bubai had a hunch about this when he initially chose the method. How could pleasure be restricted solely to the affairs of men and women?

Human emotions were complex, and pleasure can manifest as a different experience for each person. Many find it in their partners, but others may find it in making money, holding power, enjoying delicacies, experiencing freedom, and more.

Only with all these myriad forms could pleasure achieve completeness and merit its relationship with a powerful concept such as dreams.

None of this was mentioned in the method, but it wasn’t too difficult for Bubai to discover the side effects during his cultivation.

Of course, though Bubai contemplated gathering these alternate sources of pleasure, he lacked the know-how to weave them into even the most rudimentary memory strands.

Right now, these moments of alternative pleasures could only be involuntarily siphoned away while intertwined with the pleasure of his dual cultivation experiences.

Hence, his present situation. Theoretically, the memory of receiving this favor would fade away, mirroring the vague recollections of his pleasurable memories.

So, repaying such a favor will not be on his agenda because he might not even remember it… haha.

Nonetheless, the proper act must still be displayed. The more he says he doesn’t care, the more he should show he cares.

Clutching his storage pouch in his hand, Bubai's face exuded immense gratitude as his gaze rested upon Jia Shizi, “Then, Bubai will not be polite.”

“Hahaha! That’s how it should be! We, Sun Furnace Sect members, shouldn’t be so wishy washy!” Jia Shizi flashed a confident grin, pride evident as he flexed his muscles with a clenched fist, to which Bubai responded with a nod.

Externally, his visage radiated gratefulness and a subtle hint of lust as he tied his storage pouch back onto his waist.

Inwardly, he was composed, already contemplating the optimal way to utilize his harvest this time.

When he glanced upward once more, he met Jia Shizi's gaze. “Now that we are done with the small matters, how about Brother Mo and I cultivate together!”

“Apologies, I still have to-”

Just as Bubai was preparing to rise, Jia Shizi, with a single hand, strongly pressed him back into his seat. “If Brother Mo is worried about his job at the Book Pavilion, I’ve already sent someone over to inform Elder Shu.”

“This...”

Oh no. His excuse failed. What else could he use to extricate himself from this situation?! At this rate, he will-

“What is Brother Mo still hesitating for? It’s not the first time! Hahaha! Just come and play all you want!”

With Jia Shizi's words, Bubai sensed the hastening rhythm and mounting pleasure...

Though Bubai initially tried to resist, he ultimately found himself unable to withhold his praise.

Oh lord, Jia Wan was a virtuous daughter with exceptional filial piety. Her father was definitely a very lucky man!

Resigning to the moment, Bubai circulated his Qi, etching his thoughts and emotions into his budding strand of memory Qi.

As the memory Qi was released into his mysterious space, a glimpse was all it took to confirm its quality.

Good stuff! Just barely making the cut for the ranks of high-quality memory Qi!

“Hoo…” Bubai leaked a satisfied sigh as the memory Qi began its destined journey toward the abyss...

“Hahaha! That’s the way to do it, Brother Mo! Come, try out the chairs I recently bought!” Jia Shizi issued a command, strolling over toward a pair of antique couches arranged facing each other, a coffee table placed strategically in the center.

Bubai cast another glance below before obediently following Jia Shizi, taking a seat across from him.

Settling onto the wooden couch, Bubai observed with a hint of anticipation as the slender daughter went to show filial piety to her father, who was reclining on the couch with arms spread wide in a relaxed manner, while the “virtuous” wife crawled towards Bubai...

10,000 omitted words of "professional" activities later...

Bubai etched every detail of the activity into his memory as he let all the pent-up censorship burst forth, unexpectedly aggregating into another high-quality memory Qi, just a shade behind WeiWei's.

Holy smokes, this Jia Fei... what a good cauldron. Too bad only a rich man could afford to raise her.

“Good aren’t they?”

As Jia Fei began cleaning up the material that failed to be censored, Bubai finally shifted his gaze toward the opposite side, his narrowed eyes meeting Jia Shizi's deep gaze. The devil grinned, “Brother Mo, how about considering a trade?”