Plant cultivation? Taylor thinks. “What the fuck is that?” He asks himself.

Anything can be pushed further with the assistance of cultivation energy. Some items are pointless to cultivate, but there are a few things that cultivators would find useful, given enough cultivation energy was provided to it. One can cultivate plants in a similar way, but it is simpler to provide energy to water. The process of accepting cultivation energy for a plant should be natural.

“Fuck can you do that?” Taylor asks himself.

He went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

His cultivation energy was limited, but he could try it.

His hand held the glass of water, and he tried to move his cultivation energy towards it. He could feel it enter the glass and disperse in the water.

He put his all into it until all his cultivation energy was gone.

Is there a difference? Taylor wondered.

Maybe it tastes different? Taylor thought before moving the glass closer to his mouth.

“Fuck, I'm hungover.” Daryl says as he walks into the kitchen. “Is that water? Thanks bro.” Daryl says as he takes the water from my hands and begins to gulp it down.

“Fuck that’s good. What kind of water is this? Is this imported?” Daryl asks.

“It was made with my cultivation juice.” Taylor says absent-mindedly as he looked at his empty hand.

Daryl’s eyes begin to open. “Bro, did you jizz in this?” Daryl asks before beginning to gag.

Taylor laughs. “What? No, I'm just saying that that's not ordinary water.” Taylor admits. “Do you feel any different?” Taylor asks, genuinely curious.

“What? No, why would I… wait a minute. I think my hangover is gone. That's wild. What the fuck is in this?” Daryl asks.

“What do you think?” Taylor asks with a smirk. “I jizzed in it.” He says with a laugh.

“Fuck you.” Dary responds. “What's in this thing, really? If you can make more we can definitely sell this. We’ll call it Burnout Water.” Daryl says with some excitement.

“This way you can pay me back for letting you chill here. All you have to do is make more and I’ll figure out how to sell it. We'll be fucking rich. And the best thing about this is that it isn't even illegal.” Daryl says with a laugh.

…

…

“Well would you look at that.” Daryl says as he looks at the pile of money on the ground. “Not bad for a few days work. There's a… there's a lot of crack addicts around here… Do you… Do you think we should start some sort of rehabilitation clinic?” Daryl says with a look to Taylor.

“Nah. Let's just make money.” Taylor states nonchalantly.

“Alright. Also, I feel like I should tell you. People have been asking about this stuff. Where it's from, how it’s made. I wouldn’t be surprised if a few gangs and the cops start looking for it.” Daryl informs Taylor. “Do you think we should stop while we're ahead?” He asks.

“Maybe. We could lay low for a while.” Taylor says. “But it has only been a few days. Maybe we should just start selling in a different neighborhood.” He says.

“Yeah, fuck it. What's a little risk, right?” Daryl says, thinking about their future income.