The spirit furs sensed their master's delight, and their spirits rose even higher. Pure faith power surged toward Ruger, brushing over the hair he had carefully tended until it was softer than ever. The Spirit-Suckers immediately grew more active. As he continued casting Spirit Fur Nourishment, each Spirit-Sucker swam about like a newly awakened tadpole, sensing and capturing the spirituality nearby.
The moment they truly captured and sucked in spirituality, they completed their final transformation. They became something entirely different, no longer ordinary spirit furs.
Ruger carefully sensed the changes. Stray Hair One also darted into his hair, weaving through it to inspect the changes in the Spirit-Suckers.
For more than a day, he had kept casting Spirit Fur Nourishment, solely to ensure success.
Normally, this would have been unnecessary. Even if several dozen spirit furs failed, it would still count as a highly successful cultivation worth celebrating. He simply wanted a better outcome-not because he was fixated on success or failure, but because he did not want these vibrant spirit furs to pass away without a sound.
Stray Hair One leaped up, and the Spirit Fur Followers stopped praying as well, drifting and dancing through the air.
Ruger also stopped casting.
All one thousand Spirit-Suckers had transformed successfully.
In fact, successfully stuffing them into the insects' bellies had already been the final step of the Spirit Fur Cultivation Method. Once they were spat out, awakening and capturing spirituality were their own affairs. It could be considered a form of survival of the fittest. Ruger had added this final step himself to meet his spirit furs' needs.
His spirit furs were all good furs. They did not need to undergo survival of the fittest or face unexpected trials.
Plenty of unexpected events still awaited him and them on the path