Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

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Chapter 128 The Cultivator System

In Greenland Villa.

Bertha had returned to the Martial Arts League. She had only stayed at home for less than three days

because she was really busy, which made John feel missing for her.

In the end, he still couldn’t change his image in the mind of his seventh sister. It seemed that he could

only find time to go to the Martial Arts League and teach her a lesson.

At this moment.

In the room.

John explained some basic information about the cultivator to Alice, which he learned from the old

Taoist priest.

“The system of the cultivators is different from that of the martial artist. To put it bluntly, the system of

cultivators is higher than that of the martial artist. The realms of the cultivators are divided into nine

levels.”

“If you reach level five of the energy refining level, you can be comparable to a martial artist in the

transformation realm. However, It was very difficult.”

This was the current predicament of the cultivators and also the reason why there were very few of

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them. The conditions were too harsh.

According to the old Taoist priest, the highest level of cultivators at present were only at the golden. pill

stage, and they were all monsters that had not appeared for a long time.

At that time, John asked the old Taoist priest why he knew the later realms since the highest level was

the golden pill period, instead of thinking that the golden pill period was the highest level of the

cultivator.

The old Taoist priest said it was a secret and he would know it later.

As for other more profound questions, the old Taoist priest also smiled but did not answer him. He only

said that everything would naturally be revealed when the time came, which made John extremely

depressed. He burned several Painting Albums collected by the old Taoist priest and got a violent

beaten from him.

After telling the basic information about the cultivator, Alice blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, “Then

what level are you in the know?”

John thought seriously and suddenly snickered, “You can only guess it!”

“Well, I don’t want to know!”

Alice turned her head, her face full of depression. Seeing her expression, John finally realized the fun

of being an old Taoist priest.

“Alicia, come to bed. Let me help you with your cultivation,” said John.

As expected, Bertha was no longer depressed. Her beautiful eyes twinkled, and she asked, “Can you

help others with cultivation?”

“Of course, I can. You and my vital energy come from the same source. As long as I put my hand on

your body, I can flow with your vital energy when I operate my vital energy. Of course, I will control its

power of it. Your meridians are too weak now and can’t bear the flow of too strong vital energy.”

Without any hesitation, John told Bertha the secret that the two of them had the same origin of vital

energy. Bertha knew nothing about cultivation and didn’t know what that meant.

Of course.

John wouldn’t draw out any vital energy from her body because she was still laying a foundation. Every

wisp of vital energy was essential to her.

When Alice got enough level and could quickly produce vital energy, John could use her vital energy

because he could replenish that back soon.

“Great! Little bastard, help me with my cultivation.”

As expected, Alice didn’t think too much. As soon as she heard that it could help her cultivate, she

couldn’t wait to climb onto the bed.

“Now that you have accepted me as your teacher, you should call me master from now on. Don’t call

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me little bastard anymore.” John said helplessly.

It was all his seventh sister’s fault. She didn’t only ruin his image but gave him an inappropriate

nickname. It was really too much.

“I know, little bastard. I’m not that kind of unreasonable person. Since you ask me not to call you. little

bastard, I will definitely not call you little bastard again. By the way, what did you ask me to call you just

now?”

“Master… Haha, forget it. You can call me whatever you want as long as you are happy.”

“You are so considerate.”

It was not until then that Alice withdrew her fists in front of John. She sat cross-legged on the bed and

tore several wounds in her black silk stockings, revealing two white legs.

Seeing that she was still tearing up, John couldn’t help saying, “It’s just cultivation. Why did you tear the

socks?”

“It’s none of your business. I’m willing to tear it up. Stop talking nonsense.”

John sighed and walked to the back of Bertha. He sat cross-legged and put his hand on his back of

Alice.

Huh?

“There is a white rope protecting my hand. It will affect my cultivation.”

John grabbed the rope and then heard a rustling sound in front of him. Suddenly, Alice’s sun-top

obviously moved forward a little.

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