Rise Of The Cosmic_Emperor Chapter 305
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When Hal left Lucile's room, he immediately turned invisible and took care to walk only around those whose cultivation fell within the range he could hide from which were two realms ahead of him.
Even while he did that, he did not fail to notice that the Shek's party was still in full swing and the sound of enjoyment still rang out in the hall clearly.
Once back in his room, Hal did the one thing that felt right which was to head into his Harem space and farm essence for the progress he was already feeling coming.
All he needed was to arrive in the mansion and all the ladies immediately left what they were busy with while Hal noted an increase in all of their cultivation.
Marla was already attempting the construction of her cosmic armament while also solidifying the Awakened Mastery of her Divine Physique and honing it even further for an eventual breakthrough.
Rita had completed her advancement to the Cosmic Phenomenon realm and was glad to have finally caught with Melinda who was also at the Cosmic Phenomenon realm.
Hal, who detect her thoughts more or less and did not quite share the sentiment as he was almost totally certain that Melinda would have advanced by now even without his presence for Dual cultivation.
All of the ladies in the Harem space had advanced their cultivation and further honed their skills since the Mansion was fitted to fit their every need, they had arenas to practice duels and in the cases of the semi-succubi, they had been taking target practices with their skills with Lust flames.
Most of the time, they practiced the use of the flames against each other and things had a tendency to almost get out of line.
'Almost' because Rita always eventually got involved and got them settled.
She was head succubus of their little lust Demon club and the only one they deferred more respect to other than her was Hal and Melinda.
Although to be fair, the harem was not yet that large.
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A situation they were all convinced would not remain so for that long.
Especially considering their man's promiscuity.
Anyway, Hal conducted another Orgy in which they were all eager to get into most especially because they wanted more of that wonderful essence that was limitlessly improving their constitution and cultivation.
After several hours after which he left them all lying in the hall, now dubbed 'Orgy Hall' due to its wide space capable of occupying them all, with satisfied and fucked silly expressions on their faces which showed their deep content and also an evidence of how powerless they were in the face of Hal's boundless stamina and libido.
Hal did not get up from the heap immediately and found himself lying with his head on Rita's bosom as she slumbered while he reveled in the pleasure he just experienced as well as anticipation for future sessions.
When he did get up, he cleaned himself up, and with one last smile at the view of the multiple pussies filled to the brim with his perverse seed, he retreated to the outside where he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.
He refined all the essence he had gotten and did not divert any of it anywhere besides his cultivation.
Much to the disappointment of the two Demons within him.
'You should focus a little more on your Bloodline.' Tiberius said in a gruff voice.
'The Mid-world Devil is just the beginning. Surely you understand how paramount it is for you to advance and eventually have access to the Primeval Devil Armament.' Myra said.
Hal sighed,
'I will advance my bloodline but right now, my cultivation is more important as it is the one I can usually let loose discriminately without worrying about someone trying to get me.
As advantageous as my Devil bloodline advancement is bound to be, without being able to let it out, it becomes a hindrance.' He told them and the two became quiet as they saw the sense in her words.
With that, Hal completed his advancement, and with it came the release of a cosmic phenomenon around him which was clearly thicker than before.
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The advancement was anything but underwhelming and Hal could feel a substantial increase in his strength and speed as well as the volume of Cosmic energy he could hold in his body.
However, while Hal reveled in the increment, he was more interested in the number of stages ahead he could battle.
Without the complete use of his bloodline in which case he would rely more on his cultivation, he could battle and very likely defeat anyone in the Cosmic Phenomenon realm.
As for a cultivator at the early stage of the Cosmic Aurora realm, he could most likely end it in a stalemate.
When his bloodline is an active factor, however, he was quite confident in battling it out with someone at the Mid-stage of the Cosmic Aurora realm.
Any more ahead of that becomes uncertain and a defeat was a more than likely outcome.
There were still hours before noon when the auction would finally take place so he decided to sit cross-legged and cultivate in the conventional sense.
Slowly absorbing Cosmic energy from the surroundings and finally getting a sense of the wide gap he needed to traverse before an advancement to the late-stage...
....
Hours later...
Hal opened his eyes and the first words that came to his mind which he then spoke out was,
"Holy fucking shit!"
Once he had said it, he had a change of heart...
"Oh wait I'm a Devil. Unholy fucking shit!"
... Sort of.
'That's the best you could come up with? 'Unholy?'' Grimoire poped.
'Yes, Grimmy. It was the best I could come up with. The opposite of holy is unholy, it's not rocket science.'
'Fair enough'
Hal's exclamation was born of his frustration that even after several hours of cultivation, the advancement he experienced was abysmal at best.
The gap truly was immense.
He could not help but think to the ladies in his Har space who although would notice a significant decrease in their cultivation would not really experience the gap as he had since he was a regular supply of prime essence which had undergone pseudo-refinement through his experiences.
He sighed and stood from the bed to stretch while showcasing his disgust for this sort of cultivation and by extension, its speed.
"Maybe after this mission and an eventual visit to Doxon, I search for resources that can truly boost my cultivation." He mumbled as he began to freshen up for the auction.
His preparation did not last long and soon he was in a mildly casual attire that was good enough for the auction.
However, when he was out of his room, he met an equally well dressed Ehrlich out there, and on his way out,
"Where are you off to?" Hal could not help but ask.
Ehrlich raised an eyebrow,
"Is that not obvious? I'm going to the auction"
"What?" Hal said with wide eyes.
Ehrlich smirked,
"Why does that surprise you? This could be the moment you finally discover the supplier's identity and not to mention that you are only to do reconnaissance after which I will take care of the rest, you forget that I am still your supervisor and I need to keep an eye on you." He told Hal.
Hal shrugged,
"I just hope you realize it does not matter how long you watch me, I will not be interested. I just don't swing that way."
Ehrlich's eyes narrowed,
"Get it into your head that this is a mission for me as well which means the princess got me an invitation to the auction. Also, it is not a mission I particularly enjoy, you damn narcissist." He snarled.
Hal was not bothered by his retort or tone as he walked past him and down the stairs,
"Okay then, if you say so. Don't stay so close though, It's creepy"
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