The water in the pool churned as Ethan held the green-haired elf by her slender waist, her small, firm buttocks pressed against his thighs. The atmosphere was thick with steam and the scent of arousal, but Ethan's mind was suddenly pulled into a cold, analytical space.
[Master, listen closely] Crul's voice echoed in his mind [This is a rare opportunity. These elves are both at the Middle-Stage Spiritual Core realm. Individually, their internal energy density is higher than yours. Do not simply indulge. Cultivate. But do not use the main script. Access Page 3, Paragraph 2 of the Amethyst Records.]
Ethan scanned his mental archives, pulling up a sub-technique labeled [Yin Devourer: The Silent Siphon]. It was a predatory branch of his cultivation that focused on one-way energy acquisition—stealing Yin without returning the Yang.
