Xuenyi? That self-centred, narcissist, sky-high arrogant bitch!?"
Lyssandra’s face twisted further; it was the face of a woman who had swallowed sothing really nasty.
"Oh? Now, I’m even more interested in her. Forget the Empress, tell about Xuenyi," Rahu spoke, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. Even though he had obtained a bit of information about Xuenyi from Vivianne, it was vague...general information.
"She...is honestly a mystery. Xuenyi had appeared out of nowhere, and with her own hands, she conquered the entire north. And as much as I hate her personality. I couldn’t deny she is a monster on an entirely different level."
Lyssandra spoke, seeing that his jug was emptied, she hurriedly poured another one.
"Conquered? Which House was ruling there before she arrived?"
Rahu asked, swirling the liquor lightly in his hands.
"It was...The Cinderveils. One of the most notorious assassins production house. They were the second strongest House on the Holy Sun Continent."
"...I see, well, that answered so of the questions alright." Rahu nodded. It was funny, actually. Even when he was rely a Body Structuring Realm cultivator, he had gone and destroyed two of their bases and thousands of their assassins.
Yes, they were the Cinderveil Syndicate mbers. From their past glory, they had been reduced to a re syndicate.
But he was a bit confused here, raising his gaze from her breasts, he asked, "Conquered the entire north? I guess with an overpowered cultivation realm...you could achieve that with a bit of tricks."
Hearing his words, Lyssandra chuckled. "When she had established the House Crimson, she was a Vital Core Realm cultivator."
A bomb...a hydrogen bomb of curiosity and awe exploded.
"Vital...Core Realm?"
Rahu was flaggerbasted; this was the first ti he was genuinely experiencing shock. And who could bla him?
Although he, as of now, with all his powers, could definitely conquer an entire House...which he just did. No way in hell he could do that when he was a Vital Core Realm cultivator. A finger of a single Elder was enough to crush him into nothingness.
Well, that was if he didn’t take The Laws into consideration.
"Yes, and that was a few centuries ago. I guess three or four. I don’t know about her cultivation now."
Lyssandra paused, "The last ti I had seen her was for a Crimson House recruitnt tournant. And that day, when I tried initiating a conversation with her. She...That bitch told to get lost on my face! ! Lyssandra Bloodforge!!"
Lyssandra hissed in anger, especially towards the last part.
"Heh, I see. Alright, I have decided. We will first get Xuenyi, then plan the future ventures."
There was no way he could let go of such a woman. And honestly, he was curious about the woman, too.
Lyssandra hurriedly got off his lap and stood on the side. A luxurious robe materialised on her body, covering her assets.
Turning towards Rahu, she opened her mouth to speak. "But...even with the Inheritance, how are you so strong? And I can’t even sense your cultivation realm!"
She finally asked him what was troubling her. She had long guessed his identity; she knew and had researched about Rahu plentifully.
But now, even she couldn’t sense his Cultivation.
"Heh, you’ll know soon enough," Rahu smiled as he slowly stood up.
The earlier purple Orchid was one of the abilities he had mastered by combining one of the abilities of his physique and his understanding of the law.
And finally, after countless trials and errors, the Purple Orchid of servitude was created.
As the na suggests, it binds a cultivator to the host of the Orchid completely. Infinitely close to a soul bondage.
After ascending to higher realms, Rahu peered into many secrets and laws of this realm. It was honestly surprising to see how vast and complex a re realm of Varnath could be.
His physique was actually a truly Divine one. Of the won present in the Harem, most of them were in the Spirit Realm, and a handful of them were in the Origin Realm. Due to that, his cultivation had risen drastically...So was the cultivation of the won in his Harem. It had gotten really big. But Rahu shrugged, they have gotten an entire dinsion to them. And so of the skilled won were now working on a Vast Castle in the na of their sovereign.
Glancing around, he waved his hands with a smile on his face.
Instantly, the gore and carcasses on the ground vanished!
Lyssandra’s eyes widened in horror as she observed the reality twist and the Elders materialized in whole, albeit only the strongest five.
She snapped her back at him in wonder, her eyes were screaming. Seeing this, Rahu chuckled lightly.
"Just a minor illusion, and I have killed the rest of them. They were all wastes, only these five are sowhat useful."
Dreams and illusion, thanks to a certain chatterbox’s virgin blood, he had gotten these abilities, although Lucy was better at controlling them. But so minor tricks were doable; it seems he had to plow that field a bit more to understand it more clearly.
Turning towards the stunned Lyssandra, he spoke, "Would she detect if I infiltrated House Crimson?"
He asked, because the last thing he wanted right now was conflict with won who could be potentially called the strongest.
The reason he was going after that woman was that if he bagged that woman to his side. The entire Holy Sun Continent would be beneath his feet, and let’s not lie here, who wouldn’t be curious to see such a figure?
"I...don’t know."
Heck, how the fuck could she know? She was weaker than both of them!
"Waste," Rahu spat, so much for the won known for collecting information.
"Also, one of my won will contact you later for your next tasks. Don’t laze around"
Saying that, he vanished into thin air.
The mont he disappeared, the Elders zapped back into existence. They turned around, confused until they saw the trembling figure of their matriarch. Soon, their calm faces were shattered, replaced by sheer panic.
One of the Elders hurriedly stood and shouted.
"Matriarch! A few minutes ago, so guy ca from the main door, drinking liquor and sat on your throne!!"
"S-Shut up! You imbeciles"
"...Huh?"
...
In the far North of the Holy Sun Continent.
Outside the borders of the main City of the House Crimson.
Rahu materialized behind a large Inn. His senses spread and wrapped the entire city.
A second later, he retracted his senses. A small smile blood on his otherwise handso face.
"Well, well, it seems the city hasn’t changed even a bit. Heh, not like I used to roam around all day."
The previous Rahu, who was taken as a slave here by Elder Mo Rath, didn’t have much freedom. Mo Rath used to work the poor guy all day and was only given a few hours of rest.
"Heh, a small revenge wouldn’t hurt anyone...How holy of , this guy had given his beyond broken body and an inescapable situation, and I’m still taking revenge for this guy."
He laughed lightly. It’s been more than a year since his transmigration from Earth. He could already be considered one of the top powerhouses in the entire three worlds. That is...if we don’t consider his law.
Till now, he hadn’t figured out about those mysterious bracelets. It had beco a small thorn in his side lately.
After all, even if he had drunk the juices of lady luck in his past lives...this—this was way too much.
After just entering the first threshold of law mastery, the ans and abilities he could use were already more than what re mortals could comprehend.
Shaking his head of the useless thoughts, he focused on his current situation.
The endless chatter and conversations of the Market, the cultivators roaming around and bargaining. A few skimrishes here and there.
"Although I did inherit his mories of. But that was only after Mo Rath had found him. Precisely at the age of 15. Before that...everything is blank. I have to be careful and not kill him instantly."
Rahu smiled; his face began to morph slightly. His height slowly decreased.
His handsoness was reduced a bit... at least the woman wouldn’t go crazy the mont they saw his face now.
His face was eerily similar to the previous Rahu’s. Well, it was his face only. The only difference is that, unlike the previous Rahu who always kept his face down, trembling in front of every strong cultivator. But this...this one was a mountain of confidence.
Confidence...it was the primary factor that differentiated and narrowed down to each and every man.
In a woman’s gaze, confidence was the silent line that separated n. A confident man could turn weakness into charm, hesitation into allure, and even fear into sothing barely noticeable.
Turning his head towards the gigantic mansion in the distance. "Should I first go towards that woman or that old man?"
Well,
the answer was glaringly obvious.
With a smirk on his face, he vanished!
...
(A/N: Hello readers, I just wanted to tell that the reason I’m posting 1 chap per day is because I’m not in my country at this mont and I’m solidifying the outline to reduce the plot holes. But I’ll get back to the regular updates in a day or two. I hope you guys are enjoying the new volu. Good day! :)
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