It goes without saying that Hal was shocked, ‘what just happened’ he wondered, Melinda kept looking at him with a gaze filled with awe, what made it worse was that hal could feel her emotions, and could sense her loyalty to him he just didn’t understand why.

‘Your bloodline caused it’ grimoire told him telepathically

Hal had suspected as much, the fog of pheromones he had released and Melinda had inhaled had turned her into a loyal vassal. He felt conflicted as though he had robbed her of her free will.

“Order me master, I will do anything to satisfy you?” And now she was back to being coquettish and it was creeping Hal out, Don’t get him wrong Hal klint lived for the ladies but this particular lady didn’t seem to be in her right mind and being a respecter of females he could not take advantage of her.

…

An half an hour later Hal and Melinda were in her mansion trying to have a conversation in her study. Getting here without arousing suspicion had been difficult, Hal did not want the servants to know what was going on so he had asked Melinda to act normal and she took it as an order but now that they were alone in the study the look of awe returned.

“Master, what is the matter” Melinda asked when Hal remained lost in thought

Hal sighed and shook his head “Nothing” he told her

‘The fact that she had no bad intentions towards me makes this a little harder, I didn’t want to do it and even now that it’s done, she’s still her, she’s only eternally loyal to me” he reasoned

“Melinda, do you have a cultivation Technique?” He asked

“Yes,master” Melinda replied and put her hand Into a pouch hanging from her waist. Melinda didn’t bother asking what Hal planned to do with the technique, because through the aura he released before she slapped him conscious, she could sense that somehow he was now a cultivator as well.

‘You don’t need those thrash cultivation techniques, and besides you won’t be able to use them’ grimoire told Hal telepathically.

‘Why not?’ Hal asked

‘Because you have the Primordial Cosmic Grimiore and as such you have to practice it’s technique’

With a thought Hal was once again in his mind space and out of the Grimoire came a manual

“Primordial cosmic art : Energy sensing realm” He read aloud

“The first is free but you will need currency to redeem the others” It told him

“You primordial cheat!!” Hal exclaimed

“Hey, don’t sully my proud name, if I had hands I’d slap you right now”

“I dare you”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Did you expect everything to be free? If it was free it would only make you lazy, or cause you to coop yourself inside a room all in the name of cultivation”

…Silence

*Sigh* “I understand. I just felt wronged and broke”

He then studied the primordial cosmic art. The energy sensing realm was the basis of cultivation and requires a cultivator to sense cosmic energy, use it to refine their bodies and even store it in their body. A cultivator will not be able to harness cosmic energy until the next major realm.

Their conversation only lasted a few seconds in the outside world, by then Melinda had pulled a manual out of the pouch. “It’s a family heirloom peak Yellow grade ‘Swan feather art'”

Cultivation techniques are divided into Yellow, Green, Blue, purple grades, and each grade is further divided into low, mid and peak. The higher the grade, the faster the cultivation speed.

Commoner usually cultivated without a cultivation technique which was why thy hardly ever got past the energy sensing realm. A peak yellow grade technique was quite good and increased cultivation speed about five times, but Hal planned to buy her an higher grade technique from the Grimoire.

Speaking about money, Hal didn’t know how he could make some, he wished to destroy the slave house and in the process, rob them blind but he knew he was far from strong enough, so he decided to raise his strength first.

Hal went into the room he had selected in Melinda’s mansion, took a bath and changed into robes she had picked out for him. He lay down on his bed to try to come up with a plan, he had not forgotten the red haired man who had come after him or the words of the monk, neither did he believe they had forgotten about him.

To the Grimoire he asked “what was that pouch Melinda used?”

“Pay 100 gold coins for the information”

Hal:…