Quantum Cultivation by Jace Kang (simple e reader TXT) 📕

Her eyes widened in wonder. “We knew some humans in your ancient history could channel. We suspect they had some of our genes.”

“How is that possible?” Kentaro asked. “We didn’t even meet your kind until four hundred years ago.”

“A theory based on our research suggests a group of our people’s colonists settled an island in the South Pacific some twenty thousand years ago.  When glaciers melted and sea levels rose, they dispersed to the rest of the world, and some mingled with humans.”

“Research?” Kentaro asked, his tone dubious. “How could you know about something we don’t even have records of?”

Siena closed her hand, snuffing out the flame. “One of our commando teams was stranded on your planet a thousand years ago, during your late seventeen hundreds. They noted at the time that some humans had traces of our DNA.  However, it’s gone in XHumans now.”

Kentaro and Aya exchanged doubtful glances. It made sense to Ryu, however, since the recorded history of the World of Rivers and Lakes was about twenty thousand years old, and Siena looked a lot like a fairy.

“Please tell me,” she said, “how does your channeling work?”

Channeling didn’t sound right, but… “Cultivation.”

“Like farming?” She tilted her head, a cute motion.

“No, Cultivating oneself. Our Three Treasures: Qi, Essence, and Spirit.”

Her confused expression showed her disbelief.

“We all have these energies. Actually, I sense your people could be quite strong with it.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, your Core is dense.” Ryu extended his Qi through the water vapor and wrapped his senses around her Core. Curiously, it was actually a little less dense than before their match. Had she drawn on it to fight? To produce the flames?  “High-level masters would pay a thousand times their weight in gold to connect with your Core.”

“Connect with a Core? How does one do that?” she asked.

Not normally shy, Ryu felt heat rise to his face. He looked to the kids, then leaned closer to Siena. “Intimate relations.”

“Oh, is that all?” She brightened. “Will you show me?”

“You mean…”

“Well, that’s the other reason I came here.” She looked up through her lashes at him.

Kentaro and Aya both gawked, the former’s mouth just about touching the ground.

If blood had rushed up to his face a moment ago, it now rushed down to his nethers. “Are…are you sure?”

“The reason I told your apprentice she wouldn’t have to practice naked is that I planned on giving her my dress.” She unclasped a tie behind her neck, and the garment dropped away. “I won’t need it.”

Any question about the anatomical differences between Elestrae and human died on his lips. Ryu could only stare. With her gown, she’d looked like a sculpture carved by a master. Now, she looked to be sculpted by the hands of an Immortal. Her breasts were rounded as if gravity had paused to admire her pink nipples, while the flare from her waist to her hips would’ve made a priceless Ming vase jealous.

It was certainly making Aya jealous, the way she stared through narrow eyes; and it was apparently possible that Kentaro could gawk even wider than he had just a moment ago.

One leg crossing over the other, hips swaying, Siena edged closer and put her hand on his chest.

Sexual relations were an aspect of Cultivation, one which Ryu had engaged in often; but never with a being so beautiful. Whereas he normally maintained a cool and collected demeanor with women, his heart now raced.  No doubt she could feel it pounding through her hand.

He cleared his throat and looked around. They were in the middle of a park, surrounded by buildings, .and from the sound of it, the locals were waking and would probably soon be coming out. “Where should we…?”

Siena scanned the area and shrugged. “Here?”

Kentaro gulped; Aya gawked.

Ryu was not particularly modest, but this did come as a surprise. “You don’t want somewhere more private?”

She shook her head. “Our people like communing with nature, and there isn’t a whole lot of it nearby. Plus, it’s beautiful with the pink sky of dawn.” She gestured to the horizon, barely visible between the tall buildings.

“Well, if you don’t mind…” Ryu looked to the kids.

Aya’s expression was impossible to read. Disappointment? Ken’s face was inscrutable.

He’d been about to tell them to go practice the Zhan Zhuang somewhere else; but on second thought, this could be a learning experience.  He gestured them to the ground. “Sit as you did just before, connecting your Huiyin points to the Earth.”

Aya and Kentaro exchanged startled glances.

“Are you sure?” Kentaro said.

“Yes. Remember the visualization exercise I taught you?” With a finger, Ryu drew a long oval in the air. “With the Energy going up your Governing Vessel and down your Conception Vessel?”

They both nodded, and Siena listened with rapt attention.

“It’s called the Microcosmic Orbit.” Ryu beckoned the Elestrae over.

When she stood beside him, he turned her around so her back faced Aya and Kentaro.

“This is the Governing Vessel.” Trying to remain professional, he traced a line from her tailbone up the back of her spine, pausing at the small of her back. “This point is called Mingmen, the Gate of Life.”

It looked as if Kentaro’s eyes weren’t following the finger, instead staring at Siena’s peach-shaped ass.

Ryu couldn’t blame him, because he was, too. If he’d been the Monkey Sun Wukong, this is the peach he would’ve stolen. And to think, it was being freely offered.  He stopped his finger at the vertex of her head. “Baihui, the Hundred Meetings.”

Unlike Kentaro’s eyes, Aya’s followed the whole time.

Ryu turned Siena around and drew his finger down the front of her body. Her nose was beautifully slim, and he paused at her full lips, not because there was an important point there, but because they were so soft