LOST CULTIVATION METHODS

The evening sun cast a crimson hue across Valeria as the city buzzed with progress.

Soldiers trained in formation, construction crews worked tirelessly, and the atmosphere pulsed with disciplined energy.

But in the Lord's Hall, the air was thick with a different kind of intensity.

Selene stood by the window, watching the city she might now call home. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from something else. From him.

Jin approached her, unhurried but firm, stopping just behind her.

"You said this world uses marriage as a weapon," he said softly. "Let me show you what real connection looks like."

Her face flushed. She turned to him, her eyes shimmering. "I'm not afraid."

What followed that night wasn't just passion—it was a melding of two powerful forces.

As their bodies entwined, Jin channeled the ancient dual cultivation arts. Selene's Divine.

Dual Spirit Body responded, moaning softly into the night, the sounds echoing through the manor.

[System Notification: Cultivation boost +70%]

[Bloodline Synergy: Divine Dual Spirit Body compatibility confirmed]

[New Technique Acquired: "Primordial Cycle Scripture" — A lost art of the Ancient Gods and Immortals.]

Their connection wasn't just emotional or physical. It was spiritual.

The next morning, Jin awoke with renewed vigor. He kissed Selene gently on the forehead and quietly left the room.

Today, he would uncover the origin of the beasts.

Traveling through dense forest, 150 kilometers from Valeria, Jin noticed a thick miasma hanging in the air. Any other man would have collapsed under its corruption. But his Tyrant Body, fortified with both Dragon and Demon bloodlines, endured.

He moved with practiced caution. Fallen trees, half-eaten corpses, and mutated plants decorated the path.

Then, as the sun began to dim under the oppressive mist, he saw it.

A massive clearing.

The Monster Camp.

Jin crouched behind twisted roots and observed.

It was a grotesque abomination of a settlement. Tent-like structures stitched from beast hides dotted the area. Some structures pulsed with unnatural life. Bone stakes marked the borders, dripping red ichor. Fires burned green, and strange beasts of all shapes and sizes roamed freely.

At the heart of the camp stood a colossal black tent, clearly belonging to the leader.

Beasts of various species — some humanoid, some monstrous quadrupeds — marched, carried meat, sharpened bone weapons, and even trained like soldiers.

A group of mutated goblins hauled a cart of writhing organs toward a ritual circle where two ogre-mages chanted dark spells, fusing new beasts from dead flesh.

[System Notification: Beast Forging Detected — Manual Beast Creation using dark spells.]

Jin narrowed his eyes.

Then, the central tent flap parted.

An old man with a long gray beard, hunched but radiating dark power, stepped out. His eyes were white, and his staff was carved from a dragon's femur.

The beasts bowed as he passed.

Jin's blood chilled.

[Warning: Necromancer Rank - Supreme Grade. Estimated Danger: Lethal.]

He had to know more.

Jin opened the system shop quietly and bought a transformation scroll.

[Beast Transformation Manual Purchased: Temporary transformation into Mid-Rank Alpha Beast - 60 Minutes Duration]

With a deep breath, he used it.

His form shifted, fur sprouting, arms thickening, eyes turning amber. He became one of them.

He entered the camp, mimicking the posture and grunts he observed.

It was worse up close.

Organs hung on wire poles, drying in the diseased wind. Jars filled with twitching meat lined tables. Some beasts were stitched together, barely alive, screaming quietly as they were dragged away.

Jin almost vomited.

[System Alert: Evil Dragon Skeleton Detected - 70 Meters Northeast]

He turned and saw it.

A monstrous skeletal structure, hundreds of meters wide, its skull cracked and chained with black iron. From its remains, beasts were being infused with power—a corrupted version of cultivation.

He muttered to himself, "Dragons are supposed to be rare. How did they get this?"

Before he could retreat, a large beast bumped into him.

It was a boar-headed ogre, muscular and towering.

It grunted something. Jin stood still, sweating.

The ogre barked louder, then shoved him.

[System Warning: Communication Breakdown Detected. Immediate danger.]

Jin opened the shop again, heart racing.

[Skill Acquired: Beast Tongue - Intermediate Level]

Language data surged into his mind.

"You... new one. Get to storage. Bring fresh hearts. Leader is displeased with slow progress."

Jin nodded, chest tight. "Yes. Will obey."

The ogre stomped off.

Jin exhaled shakily. He needed to leave soon.

But he needed one more thing:

Proof.

Something he could show.

Something he could kill...