This spirit stone can only help him break through to the eighth level at most. He now needs far more spiritual energy to cultivate than he does at the sixth level. He should just take pills from now on, since he has no shortage of herbs anyway.

Then he stretched and yawned. He had a lifespan of over a hundred years now, so he had plenty of time and wasn't worried.

Then he went into the living room and called Hua Qingyue out of the spirit spring pool. Her cultivation these days had almost reached the third level of the Spirit Opening Realm.

Then he cut off a third of the tiger whip, which was about half a meter long, and handed it to her, drooping over.

"Process this and make me a soup," Gu Yan said, looking at the embarrassed Hua Qingyue.

Hua Qingyue blushed and grabbed the whip, walking upstairs. She then took out her phone and searched for tutorials, since she had never dealt with something this big before.

Before long, he picked up the knife, washed it, removed the membrane, and made the cut—a series of movements that were fluid and effortless.

Gu Yan trembled slightly, then withdrew his divine sense, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Then it transformed into a golden light, flew towards the warehouse, collected the flesh and blood, turned a corner, and flew towards the group's headquarters.

I looked at the factory, which was busily processing the Immortal Elixir. Every now and then, a large truck would leave the place. Old Zhou was lying in a simple house inside, acting as a gatekeeper.

After checking and finding no problems, Gu Yan flew back to the villa.

Upon discovering the other young girls and young women, they also blushed as they watched Hua Qingyue prepare the tiger penis.

Inside a base.

“Commander, that Gu Yan’s strength is very likely the same as yours, or even greater,” Chi Yu said.

"You mean there are women from the lower realms who are willing to become slaves?" the old man in military uniform asked.

"Yes, and I can't see the slightest bit of reluctance in him," Akabane said, sounding extremely distressed.

Strong women are already rare, and it's hard for her to accept that someone even stronger than her would be willing to do that kind of thing.

"Then just give him the position of a battalion commander. It's a nominal position anyway, so it won't cause any major problems. After all, it's a service to the country," the old man in military uniform said.

"Give him your answer in a few days. If you rush him, he might ask for something else. If he asks for more, there's no one else besides me, the team leader," the elderly man in military uniform added.

"If he really dares to ask for it, the captains of the Dragon Group won't agree. They'll definitely break his legs," Akabane said excitedly.

The commander, who has spent his life in the military, is a role model and idol for all members of the Dragon Group.

"Haha, you can go down now. I can't slack off on the cultivation techniques I'm passing on to you. Your cultivation level is already comparable to the top geniuses of those first-class sects, but it's still not enough," the old man in military uniform said seriously.

"Yes, teacher." Akabane said and went out to cultivate.

Gu Yan waited for half an hour before the pot of tiger penis soup was served. The aroma made Gu Yan's mouth water.

"As expected of a whip imbued with cultivation," Gu Yan sighed.

"Master, this is my first time cooking this, I don't know if the taste will suit your palate," Hua Qingyue said, blushing.

Gu Yan picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. It was incredibly tender. Then he said, "Call them all down here so we can all have a taste and nourish ourselves."

Hua Qingyue's lips parted slightly in surprise. She naturally knew the effects of this; could it be that her master intended to...?

Before long, several women, dressed in light gauze or white silk short skirts, walked down in a line, their pretty faces slightly flushed.

With each bite, Gu Yan felt a surge of strength, and with a flick of her finger, eight streams of water flew to their lips.

The women knelt on the ground, accepting the gifts from their master.

Before long, Gu Yan had eaten all the meat, and the soup had been divided among them. Their faces were all rosy.

"Let's go to the big bed," Gu Yan said, panting. After finishing his meal, he naturally wanted to exercise for a while.

The women lined up again and went upstairs.

Once in bed, Gu Yan pulled Wei Xiaomingyue into his arms, licked her ear, and said, "Why don't you go first?"

Xiao Mingyue let out a soft moan, then gently hummed in agreement.

Gu Yan was immediately excited upon receiving the reply.

A moment later, the sound of Xiaomingyue crying could be heard.

The women were also kneeling on the ground, waiting.

...

The sound of crying could be heard from inside the house from time to time.

...

At 6:30 pm.

When Wanqing returned home, she found no one there. After a few moments of suspicion, she went up to the second floor. Suddenly, she heard a sound, her expression changed, and she quickly opened the door to the large bedroom.

I saw her sisters lying in bed, with bruises and tear stains.

Especially Xiaomingyue, whose voice was a little hoarse, was lying on Gu Yan's chest, sobbing softly.

Gu Yan opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, put Xiao Mingyue down beside him, and said awkwardly, "You're back, baby."

"You, you, you actually indulged in debauchery in broad daylight, and even..." Wanqing blushed as she pointed at the scene, unable to speak.

“Oh, how can you say that? They’re not feeling well, so I’m giving them a massage, right, Mingyue?” Gu Yan said.

"Yes, Sister Wanqing, you misunderstood. Master was just giving us a massage, sob sob sob..." Xiaomingyue said.

"Alright, you can go now." Wanqing knew she wouldn't get anything out of them; they were like they'd been drugged, obeying Gu Yan's every word.

Then they helped them all to bed and covered them with blankets.

After Gu Yan emerged from the story, he exclaimed, "This feeling is so wonderful! Even a real emperor couldn't have experienced anything like this!"

Looking to the west, I saw that the sun had already set, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Then he went to the hut to refine pills. The Qi-Nourishing Pills he was refining were now worth about thirty of those light purple spirit stones. If he ran out of spirit stones in the future, he would have to rely on these for cultivation.

Then he took out the alchemy furnace, filled it with ten portions of medicinal herbs, and began refining them.

Looking at her exhausted sisters, Wanqing sighed inwardly. There was nothing else she could do but treat them well.

Then I went to take a shower and change my clothes.

Gu Yan continued refining the herbs until after nine o'clock, when they were almost impossible to mix properly, before finally stopping the flames.

There were sixteen bottles in front of him, all filled with Qi-Nourishing Pills, and all of them were of the highest quality.

After putting it away, it shrank into the wall and slowly moved upstairs. It saw Wanqing lying on the bed, wearing a silver silk nightgown that looked incredibly smooth.

Wanqing was just about to fall asleep when she suddenly felt someone pick her up. She panicked for a moment, but then she looked and didn't resist. She hadn't had sex for several days and missed it.

"Baby, why are you sleeping so early? You need to practice more too." Gu Yan said, slipping his paws inside his pajamas.

"Stop fooling around, take care of yourself," Wanqing said, then slapped his hand away. After all, she had been working hard all afternoon, and although she wanted to, she still needed to take care of her deadbeat husband's health.

"Alright, alright, go to sleep." Gu Yan didn't want to come any more, so he hugged that exquisite and shapely body and fell asleep.

Within seconds, Wanqing heard snoring.