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Rias had to raise her hands and protest what was happening. Issei was blindfolded and tossed into a dark room where people beat him with sticks to teach him to be psychic. That didn’t add up at all. It sounded like some nonsense. She heard one of his bones break and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The Gremory heiress was moments away from helping her future pawn or rook when a purple glow appeared on someone’s hand before it hit Issei.

The redhead with bazooka titties watched a...

BCJch41

Mind cultivation with an immortal’s cave full of psionic energy was a breeze. That was the point of preparation to make cultivation run smoothly. With enough resources, it wasn’t hard to break through the prenatal realm all in one go. It's why he borrowed the idea of a sub-dimensional space to produce psionic energy in the first place.

Silas knew how to build a space in the natal realm, and his bug collection filled in an important ingredient. The psionic crystal needed thoughts to ...

BCJch40

Sweat pooled down Silas’s back as he struggled to slide a thread through a needle from a mile away.

“I told thou it’s impossible without raising thy mind refinement. Stubborn stallion, why don’t thou listen to me.” Dotty said.

Silas narrowed his eyes at her verbal thrust. He was a great listener and knew how to pick apart sound through his spirit sense alone. It helped him stay up to date on the plotters around the farm while he extended his fence a couple miles.

L...

BCJch39

Vergil hovered slowly towards Gwen’s waiting tentacles while Hank Williams Jr played in the background. It was a tradeoff; she taught him to use basic telekinesis to hover while he translated the song.

He lost control of his levitation and hit his head on a rock as he dropped 6ft. He hated translating songs; because there were too many questions.

Pain had become his friend in the hours before dawn while he tried to sneak in body refinement. Vergil felt that if he managed to get ...

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BCJch38

Eugene could hear the war drums and howls for violence from his office in the cultivation research building. A small notebook on body cultivation made from what he could pry from Silas’s mess of a text was slowly being copied by his hand. A kettle of hot spirit water bubbled in the corner.

Eugene breathed in the new building smell as Yoshino left, and Franklin, his assistant and test subject, made his way inside. While Franklin wasn’t a genius, as Silas would put it, the man was a h...

BCJch37

His workshop still had a new building smell and a great view of the surrounding lands. A chicken, the size of an ostrich, clucked happily in a nearby box nest, happy as the pigs in feces in a nearby pin. Despite their odd looks, Silas’s few servants looked happy enough.

Spring wasn’t in full swing, but the snow had melted, overfilling the lake, forcing the levy to be built up higher to prevent flooding, and the ground had dried enough to be moist. It was in the magic twilight betwee...

BCJch36

Flavor and texture, while normally terms used for taste, worked fine for his spirit sense. Maybe it was because the spirit sense worked back into his mortal senses to his mind. Sharks could taste their prey long before they got a bite of it, and the spirit sense worked similarly. The monsters he didn’t want to call vampires tasted had the flavor of blood and hunger with the texture of a human body. Before entering the building, he had a little taste of what was in there while he kept his au...

BCJch35

A cold wind whistled past his ears and filled him with strength. He had taken a piece of the cold into himself, and the cold wind felt homely in the late evening ride to the Douglass’s place. A sign waved back and forth on rusty iron rings as they galloped to the closed gate.

A Fredrick Douglass, a mulatto that Winery Douglass always claimed belonged to Mr. Douglass, met him at the gate. The boy was claimed as Mr. Douglass’s son and for years was treated the same as the natural-born...

BCJch34

A wet leather-wrapped sandbag from 50ft away swung as Silas laid into the bag. Every blow felt like he was touching the rough leather bag as he shortened the distance with his Dao. Sweat poured down his naked back and soaked his hose as he practiced using his Dao and body. The first stage demon beast used to wrap the bag was tough enough to let him beat on it all day without worry.

99.3% of his lungs had been cultivated, and soon he would move on to a new organ, and already he could fee...

BCJch33

The blizzard howled, and branches snapped as fear and spirit energy mixed with the storm feeding it with the lives lost during the cold winter. A reaper had come to the province of Pennsylvania, and it swung its scythe liberally. The wind carried the comforts of warmth before the peaceful end the storm promised as once-plus souls bathed in the storm’s Dao of blizzard. It was the first phenomenon created by the altered spiritual energy flowing from the land tainted by the battle against the ...

BCJch32

The pounding of hooves almost drowned out his own guilty thoughts. Phillip left his cross behind because he didn’t want God to see what he would do. Wild men did evil deeds outside the eyes of polite society, and Phillip would say he was wild from time to time. The savages had to be cleared to make way for his people, and someone had to put the fear of God and King into them.

His throat was too dry. Swallowing wasn’t a problem, but he felt chaffing from his throat and needed a drink...

BCJch31

It’s believed that when binary neutron stars collide, gold and other extremely useful heavy metals are created. So while Silas didn’t have the pressure necessary to turn obsidian or ivory into plasma, that didn’t mean their interactions bore no fruit.

Soifon’s visit had given him far more than anticipated. “Don’t feel guilty friends should exchange gifts when visiting,” Dotty said.

“Why should I feel guilty?” Silas asked.

A small grain of Shinigami power ro...

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BCJch30

He walked down to his wine cellar where the beast was kept and lit the torch on the wall. Behind strong iron bars, the beast’s eyeless skull flashed with its own light. A rumbling shook the cellar and wine sloshed in their bottles before he chose the bottle gifted to him by Silas. He filled a wooden chalice halfway before approaching the beast. It felt right to get close to the beast better than it should. The beast raised its shackled limb and held its wrist out of the bars. He took a knif...

BCJch29

A white needle of pure malignant spirit energy condensed by his filter sat on his desk in the former piss distillery. The needle told Silas many things, like transforming energy wasn’t as simple as he thought. He had his bounts led by Eugene, investigate the posts. The man’s report was written on his desk, and Silas planned to discuss it with the man after he finished reading it. Bits of hardened malevolent spirit energy appeared within the posts as they transformed malevolent energy.

BCJch28

Jericho Francis Cain gripped the rosary in his hand, a gift from his mother who died giving birth to him. Growing up in the orphanage, it was the only thing he truly owned. Jericho gripped it for its reassurance while he listened to the chiefs go back and forth about some colonists from Britain. Again, he was reminded of the orphanage. He had to fight for everything since the day he drew breath. The midwives thought he was dead when his bleeding-out mother put the cross around his neck, and h...

BCJch27

A belligerent blizzard rammed its way down from the north, painting the recovering world white after it passed, freezing the poor to death and blanketing the land with 3ft of snow. Frost covered the one glass window he had to allow him an easy view of his homestead. The layered crystalline ice structures covered his window, filtering the dim sunlight.

Once again, he awoke an hour before sunrise and stared at the high ceiling, refusing to get up. His bladder was full, but he was comforta...

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BCJch26

Silas tossed a ball to Eugene, who caught it before throwing it back. One of the girls he stole was good at leatherworking, so he had her make some gloves. The ball impacted his glove at around 200mph, and he tossed it back, adding a bit of force to his throw.

Eugene caught it with a smirk before the wind picked up, and he threw it back hard. The sun was setting, and the kettle of vegetable soup needed another hour to boil.

A week after the raid and distribution, his servants seem...

BCJch25

Silas gripped the pommel of his saddle, an old dry hunk of leather-wrapped bone, and hoisted himself up, pushing himself to stand in the stirrups before sitting. He never felt taller than when riding Dotty and the old nag seemed sprier than the other horses, excited even. As the bounts lined up two horses wide, three deep behind him, he kicked lightly. They left in a gallop out of the gate armed with loaded muskets a few hours before sunrise.

They followed behind him while he focused on...

BCJch24

The chicken coop had been built well by his own hands. The walls were thick and nailed in well to prevent foxes from slipping a paw inside to drag out chickens piece by piece. The donkey near the coop chased off any canine that came close and wasn’t fond of raccoons either.

He let them roam to forage and eat the lime disease carrying ticks during the day. Silas hated those, especially when he had to pull them off Dotty’s anus. That wasn’t the type of attention his nag enjoyed the ...

BCJch23

Yoruichi held a hand on Soifon’s shoulder, preventing her from acting. That was good; he didn’t need her acting on his behalf arrows and lances weren’t deadly unless they hit him in the eyes. Eugene looked completely unamused cluing Silas in that it wasn’t his doing. Silas wasn’t sure if the woman Yoshino wasn’t involved, but the braves clearly couldn’t see the Shinigami.

A part of him, the pure rational cultivator who cared nothing for feelings, already wrote off the brav...

BCJch22

Silas hadn’t been awake long before he heard a pen scratching against paper.

He turned his head to the side to see yellow eyes watching him with Soifon on his chest. Then, as the sun peaked in through the window, lighting up the room, he saw the purple hair of Yoruichi slowly drawing them. To say he was surprised was like saying water was wet. She smiled at him when she looked up before turning her work around to show Soifon and him sleeping together.

So far, he hadn’t really ...

BCJch21

Silas sat at his homestead cook fire surrounded by Shinigami, bounts, and his wayward former slaves and overseer. Grease smeared his mouth, and his stomach bulged with salty pork and cabbage boiled in spirit water. Silas drank spirit water with crushed grapes added for flavor and cultivated quickly.

More spirit energy entered his body than most would handle, and he pushed it into the remaining veins and capillaries. Cultivation wasn’t supposed to be sped up or forced without building ...

BCJch20

After getting her head around the situation, Yoruichi Shihouin decided to send several of her subordinates to track down the hollow and assess the situation. Little Bee looked so cute with her new friend, but the entire situation was a headache waiting to happen. If she didn’t push her weight around as an heiress to a noble clan, the situation would end with executions. They were threading the needle across the room by tossing the thread.

She rode in the wagon with Kisuke while her ma...

BCJch19

Silas had a lot of preparations to complete before he was ready to leave. While he watched the mounted soldiers carry the hollow away in chains, Silas tracked down 25 bodies of Red Indians. He found their supplies in the hollow-out interior of a massive oak tree and wrote formations on them. After that, most of his work included rolling the bodies in them and tying them to a wooden sled he threw together. Two of the wizard guards John brought stayed with him as he worked.

John left with...

BCJch18

Another post splintered and liquid spiritual energy sprayed from the crack in the post like blood from a wound. Pops rang out from his formation as the amount it absorbed became too much, and chunks of wood blew off the fragile materials. Plans upon plans to create better materials ran through his mind as he watched his hack job crumble under power beyond its scope.

With the hollow taking on a false body, its malignant nature was stronger than ever. It had to be close to evolving into a...

BCJch17

Formations had almost no limit to their utility, not limited to gathering spiritual energy in a spirit-energy-parched land. Once he learned the fundamentals, Silas had been put to work in the cultivation world, troubleshooting for wealthy young masters, miracle talents, and a few old monsters. He wouldn’t call himself a prodigy at all; there were many far more talented, but Silas knew the fundamentals even if he wasn’t a talent rarer than phoenix feathers. Knowing how to create formation ...

BCJch16

Dotty repeatedly shook as Silas tightened her loaned saddle. The straps were easy enough to put on her, and he liked the saddle bag for his flintlock rifle, powder, paper, and ammunition. He brushed the nag beforehand, and she was excited when he mounted her. The mare trotted forward in front of the other horses in the town stables until she reached the end, turned around, and galloped down again to make sure a beautiful pure white mare saw them before galloping up to a mounted John.

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