MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC43: Tyrion Light
Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Tyrion Light
Meanwhile, inside the grand Imperial Palace of the Holy Light Empire, Seraphina Dawnlight could be seen walking down a long hallway with graceful, purposeful strides.
Her gentle, goddess-like visage immediately earned the attention of the passing maids and guards. Work halted as they stopped to stare, hushed whispers following in her wake.
"My God! That's the Saintess of Light. She is here in person? Am I dreaming?"
"No. I can see her too. She must be here to heal the Emperor."
"Aww, She is truly beautiful. I wish I could just as kind and beautiful like her."
At their admiration and complements, Seraphina just smiled faintly. For some reason, she now felt genuine joy in her humanitarian work, a warmth she hadn't experienced before Vahn had entered her life.
Just then, an elderly man with the appearance of a eunuch arrived, moving quickly but with deep respect. He immediately bowed low.
"Saintess, I am Head Eunuch Berthold. It is truly a blessing for us to receive your presence at this difficult hour. Thank you, truly."
Seraphina calmly replied,
"Don't mention it, Berthold. As a vassal empire of White Lotus, it is our duty to take care of the Holy Light Empire."
With that Head Eunuch Berthold scurried ahead of Seraphina, leading her deeper into the Imperial Palace. He was clearly flustered but utterly relieved to have the famed Saintess of Light present.
Seraphina moved with serene grace, her mind focused entirely on the grave task ahead.
Within minutes, they entered an immaculately decorated bedchamber. The air here was heavy, not with sickness, but with a dense, oppressive spiritual stagnation.
Lying motionless on a silk-draped bed was the current Holy Emperor. He was an old man with thinning gray hair, his features once radiating command and vitality, now withered and pale. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. The illness was visibly spiritual; there were no physical wounds, only the profound absence of life force.
Seraphina approached the bedside, her expression turning deeply serious as she appraised the old man. She could feel the subtle, dark contamination around his soul.
This was a chilling sign of an ancient soul curse.
She turned to the waiting eunuch and said,
"Please, pray tell what exactly occurred with the Holy Emperor? How was he inflicted with this soul curse?"
Berthold's hand and voice shook as he recalled,
"Saintess, it happened three days ago. The Emperor was presiding over a minor border treaty signing when he suddenly collapsed. The Imperial Physicians, the best healers in the Empire, were useless. They could find no physical ailment, only that his Soul was rapidly decaying."
He leaned closer, his eyes darting to the closed doors.
"The only clue came from the Imperial Seer. She determined that the curse was administered through an artifact, like a small tarnished jade disc left behind at the treaty site. The curse, she said, was called 'The Withering Shadow of Ages.' It's designed to leach the vitality directly from the soul, bypassing all physical and Qi defenses. We fear he won't last another day without divine intervention."
Seraphina pondered over the Eunuch's revelation, and her brow furrowed in concentration. The nature of the affliction spoke of malice far beyond a random attack.
"Head Eunuch, If what you're saying is the truth, there must be a bigger conspiracy involved," she replied, her voice firm.
"Someone deliberately wanted him to die. And that someone is likely close to the Emperor and probably has secret ties to a demonic faction."
Berthold nodded curtly, his expression grave.
"You're probably right, Saintess. But we have no proof who that might be."
"Bang!"
Just then, the heavy door to the imperial bedchamber opened with a loud slam.
Seraphina's eyes narrowed, seeing a young man in imperial robes barging in a drunken stupor. His costly clothes were rumpled, and he wobbled dangerously. The drunken young man's eyes immediately fixed on Seraphina, shining with a hidden lust that he barely concealed beneath his clumsy movements.
"Where am I? Why is the world spinning so much?" he slurred, clutching the doorframe. "Berthold... You're Eunuch Berthold, right?"
Berthold sighed in helplessness and leaned toward Seraphina, informing her in a low whisper, "Saintess, this is the Second Prince, Tyrian Light. And shamefully, he is drunk again. I apologize for such an unsightly display."
Seraphina, though observant, didn't seem to acknowledge the predatory look in the Prince's eyes. She simply shook her head and replied, "Maybe the Second Prince is in too much grief about his Imperial father's illness."
Whether she was mocking the Prince or genuinely believed her own charitable statement, Berthold couldn't tell.
"Anyway, let us begin. After healing the Emperor, I have a more pressing matter to attend to," Seraphina suddenly said, standing up. Her hands began to glow with soft, vibrant Light energy as she moved decisively to purify the curse.
Berthold's eyes instantly regained hope, seeing her unshakable confidence.
"Saintess, is it true? Can you really heal him? Can your grace truly erase away the ancient curse that is said to be incurable?"
"Of course, I can," Seraphina replied with calm confidence, her golden hair swaying slightly despite the quietness of the chamber.
"I have learned a new Healing Art that can even Heal Souls. This curse should be purified completely once I am done."
As soon as Berthold heard this, he could not hide his excitement.
"Then, It's truly joyous news, Saintess! Thanks be to the Heavenly Gods who blessed our empire with your divine presence.
Please wait a moment, let me inform the Empress Consort and the other Princes and Princesses."
The Eunuch rushed outside the bedchamber, screaming out the news with excitement and pure joy.
"The Holy Emperor Is Saved! His majesty will not die!"
Within seconds, the whole Palace learned the incredible news.
However, the Second Prince, Tyrian, seemed secretly displeased. Behind those drunken eyes, a venomous, calculating aura radiated from him.
Seraphina, who focused entirely on the Emperor's spiritual affliction, failed to notice.
As Seraphina began to heal the Emperor while humming old hymns, Tyrian slowly moved closer and closer, until he could he could smell her intoxicating scent.
After secretly licking his lips, he asked,
"Saintess, may I know exactly when you learned this Soul Healing Art? I thought healing a Soul was almost impossible."
He still looked drunk, wobbling slightly, and maintained a facade of clumsy curiosity, so Seraphina didn't suspect anything wrong with the question. That being said, she wasn't a fool; she would never reveal anything that could harm Vahn.
She answered to the question without turning back,
"There is nothing impossible, Prince Tyrian. I had the opportunity to learn it from a secret Text the world hasn't seen yet."
She wasn't lying; she was simply altering the truth. Since she couldn't not lie, that was the best way to frame the answer.
Even so, hearing the answer, a sharp, cold glint passed over Tyrian's eyes.
"Secret Text...? Something that could alter fate? But how? What's the reason? What's changed?" he asked himself internally, finding no immediate answer.
The timing of the Saintess's sudden acquisition of a Soul Healing Art was far too convenient to be mere coincidence.
Something was wrong.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC44: Secret Conspiracy; The Bidding War
Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Secret Conspiracy; The Bidding War
Under Seraphina's gentle, radiant light, the dark, spiritual contamination afflicting the Holy Emperor was slowly, meticulously burned away.
After a tense hour, the Emperor's eyes fluttered open. The gray pallor of his face was replaced by a healthy, if tired, color. The curse was completely purified.
The room, which had swiftly filled with the Empress Consort, the Crown Prince Tristan, and several other princes and princesses, erupted in joyful tears and exclamations.
They had all witnessed Seraphina's miracle.
The Empress Consort, a woman of sharp intelligence and great presence, rushed to the Saintess. The Emperor himself, still weak but lucid, offered profound thanks.
"Saintess Seraphina, You have saved the pillar of our Empire. In gratitude, and in light of the close ties between Holy Light Empire and White Lotus, I would be so bold as to propose a union. My son, Crown Prince Tristan, is a paragon of virtue and talent. We humbly ask that you consider joining our Royal Family through a marriage."
It was an outrageous demand, placing a subordinate prince on equal footing with the Saintess from White Lotus, but the Empress hoped the debt of gratitude and the long-standing alliance might make it possible.
Seraphina, however, refused politely but firmly, "Your Majesty, I am deeply honored by your proposal. However, my fate is already decided. There is already someone destined for me."
Empress Consort became stunned. "Who is that person, may I ask, Saintess?"
"Someone who is born to defy fate."
With those mysterious words as her parting reply, Seraphina prepared to depart.
Just as Seraphina was about to leave the bedchamber, Crown Prince Tristan, a handsome man who carried himself with a distinctly regal and refined air, joined beside her.
"Saintess. I must ask forgiveness on behave of mother empress, who made such an outrageous proposal. I am deeply ashamed." Tristan apologised, keeping his head low in respect.
Seraphina glanced at him, then smiled,
"You're good man, Crown Prince. There's no need to ask forgiveness for such small matter. I am not offended at all."
"Then, please allow me the honor of seeing you off personally."
Tristan couldn't help but admire her pure, serene beauty. He would certainly marry her if he could, but his mother had already informed him of Seraphina's clear rejection, and he was too dignified to force the issue.
As they walked through the palace hallways, Tristan spoke in a low, sincere voice, personally thanking her again for her life-saving intervention.
"We owe you a debt beyond measure, Saintess," Tristan murmured, looking wary.
He then suddenly leaned closer and said in a whispering tone, "But I must speak plainly. My younger brother, Tyrian... he is no longer the person I once knew. His emotions, his behaviours, feels fabricated, as though crafted by a unseen hand. Please, keep this in mind and report it to the Holy Land if possible. I fear there is something far greater at work here than any of us realize."
Seraphina listened to his advice seriously. The Crown Prince's direct warning confirmed the subtle feeling of wrongness she'd sensed from the Second Prince.
She thanked Tristan for his honesty and then, with a final elegant nod, quickly headed toward the main gates. She had a pressing appointment at the Twin Moon Commerce Auction Hall, where Vahn awaited.
---
Meanwhile, in the Twin Moon auction hall.
After the tumultuous, record-breaking sale of the Heaven Grade Body Tempering Liquid, the auction hall settled into a routine of high-stakes bidding. The auctioneer cycled through a variety of rare treasures and unique items.
The rogue cultivators managed to snag a few lower-tier spiritual items after emptying their life saving, while the top factions treated the acquisitions like toys, bidding casually on things merely to add to their vast collections.
In that sense, this world was no different than Earth. Without power and resources your wishes will to be buried under obscurity.
Vahn remained silent in his private box as he contemplated this. He wouldn't waste his newfound fortune on useless trinkets. His goal was singular: The Lightning Seed.
However, if a powerful weapon had appeared, he might have been tempted, but the current lots were purely supplementary and held no value for the rapid advancement of his Void Refining Art. Every single Spirit Stone was earmarked for one specific item.
And with each second passed, he was getting impatient.
At long last, the moment Vahn had been waiting for arrived.
The auctioneer returned to the stage, a solemn, reverent expression on his face. He was followed by several attendants, who carefully carried a long, velvet-covered table.
The attendants unveiled the objects: five square-shaped glass containers, meticulously sealed and glowing with different colored luminescence. Each container held a small, seed-like item suspended within a protective layer of spiritual liquid.
The atmosphere in the hall, which had been merely electric, now became suffocatingly tense. Everyone recognized the significance of the lot.
"Esteemed guests," the auctioneer announced again.
"We now present a collection of Elemental Seeds! These are Heaven and Earth treasures, fragments of pure Elemental Spirits, capable of granting an innate affinity to the cultivator who successfully merges with them!"
He pointed to the seven containers. "Tonight, we feature the rare Earth Seed, the flowing Water Seed, the fiery Flame Seed, the ethereal Wind Seed... and the final one, ladies and gentlemen, the electrifying, legendary Lightning Seed!"
Vahn's eyes remained glued to the final item on the table: the small, pulsating purple Lightning Seed. That was his primary target, though he wouldn't mind acquiring the other elemental seeds if their prices were low. He knew, however, that the chances of that happening were very unlikely.
The auctioneer, sensing the collective eagerness of the room, wasted no time.
"Esteemed guests, let's not waste time. For the Flame Seed, we are starting with 200,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones, with a minimum increment of 20,000 Spirit Stones. Let us begin!"
"220,000."
"250,000."
"500,000!"
"700,000!"
The price quickly shot up to one million Spirit Stones as various Fire-aligned sects and clans entered the fray, their voices booming with feverish hunger.
Vahn also joined in but quickly shut his mouth. He didn't need the Flame Seed badly enough to enter such an expensive, early battle. While a Fire Affinity would be useful for the future, sacrificing his budget now would jeopardize his main goal: the purple seed.
The bidding war for the Flame Seed was intense, fueled by desperation and deep pockets. In the end, it went into the hand of Patriarch Xion for a final price of two million Spirit Stones.
Vahn mentally noted that particular transaction. Xion, his so-called 'Father-in-law' according to the System, might potentially give it away if Vahn asked, but Vahn wasn't shameless enough to exploit that unknown relationship. Especially since their Daughter hates him.
The rest of the elemental seeds (Earth, Water, Wind) were sold away with similar, staggering price tags, proving that Vahn's earlier decision to conserve his Spirit Stones was wise. He needed every single stone from his Heaven Grade sale.
At long last, the time for the final, most anticipated item had arrived.
"Honourable guests," the auctioneer added, his voice reaching a dramatic crescendo. "Now for the final Elemental Seed: the Legendary Lightning Seed! With this, your precious child will take a monumental step toward becoming a greater prodigy. Starting price is the same, as well as the minimum increment. So Let us begin once again!"
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC45: Ambush and Intervention [Bonus -50PS]
Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Ambush and Intervention [Bonus -50PS]
Before the auctioneer could even finish his sentence, the first bid slammed down.
"300,000!" a sharp, demanding voice called from one of the private boxes, signaling a major Holy Land was immediately staking its claim.
"350,000!"
"400,000! My Bloodline requires this!" This was an aggressive voice from a powerful clan known for cultivating lightning-based techniques.
Vahn watched the initial flurry while remaining patient. He allowed the lower bids to eliminate the weaker contenders. This wasn't about saving a few Spirit Stones; it was about ensuring he was the last one standing.
He had over four million Spirit Stones now, a staggering war chest.
The price climbed past one million in less than a minute.
"One million, five hundred thousand!" a voice roared, pushing the bid into serious territory.
Vahn decided it was time to make his presence felt. He activated the discreet communication rune in his box, his voice slightly distorted by the mask and the internal filtering system.
"Two million Spirit Stones," Vahn announced clearly, doubling the increase and throwing down a gauntlet.
The hall went silent. Doubling the price after it had already crossed the million mark was a declaration of absolute confidence and deep pockets.
They wondered just who was inside VIP box 15? Nevertheless, they have no way to get to know the truth.
The earlier aggressive bidder was stunned. "Two million... and twenty thousand," he managed weakly, trying to regain momentum.
Vahn immediately countered, his voice steady. "Three million."
3 Million...
Hearing the amount, some instantly gave up.
A heavy, disgusted sigh echoed from the direction of the Imperial Family's box, signaling their disinterest after their earlier humiliation, but another powerful bidder emerged, clearly associated with a rival Holy Land focused on martial strength.
"Three million, two hundred thousand!" the rival called out, trying to scare off the mystery bidder.
But Vahn remained calm. Because he understood other party's intent.
His heart beat with excitement, but his reply was like pure ice, devoid of emotion.
"3,700,000."
He had spent almost every single coin he had earned. It was a massive gamble, but it was his final, non-negotiable price.
The sudden leap and the confidence in the masked bidder's voice were too much for the rival Holy Land to overcome, especially given their own depleted resources from the previous lots.
The auctioneer waited, his eyes sweeping across the VIP boxes, giving a full minute for any response.
"3,700,000! Going once... going twice...
...Sold! To the esteemed guest in Box number 15!"
Bang!
The hammer slammed down. The Lightning Seed was Vahn's.
Finally, a breathe if relief escaped from his mouth.
After the dramatic bidding war for the Elemental Seeds, the auction gradually wound down to its close. The common guests and the exalted VIP attendees alike began filing out of the hall, either walking onto the streets or launching into the air atop magnificent flying beasts.
Vahn stayed a little longer, waiting for the crowd to thin before proceeding to settle his payment and receive the hard-won Lightning Seed.
The owner of the auction house personally oversaw the final transaction. After deducting the colossal bid amount of four million two hundred thousand Spirit Stones, along with their 1.5% commission fee, the remaining balance was calculated. Vahn received 240,000 low-grade Spirit Stones—a small amount compared to the total sale, but still a considerable sum for a young cultivator.
The Spirit Stones, along with the precious Lightning Seed (which was safely encased in a preservation box) were transferred into a metallic Storage Space Ring. The owner presented the ring to Vahn as a complimentary gift, hoping, as he suavely put it, "to conduct business with the esteemed guest more often."
Vahn accepted the Space Ring with a thanks.
He glanced at the Soace Ring with shining eyes. Until now, he had only seen such spatial artifacts on Seraphina and other high-ranking figures; now, one finally belonged to him. The function was simple: inject some spiritual energy and give a mental command to store or retrieve items. Unfortunately, he couldn't fully pry into the spatial dimensions as he hadn't developed his Spirit Sense yet.
Nevertheless, he was happy with the transaction. While the final amount of Spirit Stones was less than he fantasized about, the Lightning Seed more than made up for the cost. Not to forget, he could always return to sell more treasures from the System later.
With his new wealth and treasure secured, Vahn finally headed outside. Despite the late hour, the atmosphere outside was still lively.
The streets were filled with the departure of powerful figures. The less affluent rogue cultivators left by walking or flying on simple swords, while the truly prominent factions departed with staggering grandeur.
Vahn watched as figures soared away atop Mythical Beasts like Winged Lions, Thunder Hawks, Moonlight Cranes, and the magnificent, Fiery Phoenix carrying Patriarch Xion and Medicine King Oswin.
Vahn, a mere plebeian in front of their grandeur, couldn't help but yearn for one of those beasts as a pet. But his current predicament quickly slapped him back to reality.
He could feel several malicious gazes settling on him.
"Could they have been secretly following me?" Vahn's mind raced. "If so, then it's a bad news."
Being tracked after such a high-profile purchase was a significant threat, especially since he had just spent so much on the most coveted item.
Vahn became alert. The Twin Moon Commerce auction house offered no security outside its doors; once he stepped onto the public street, he was just another target. Having just walked away with the single most coveted item of the night, he was seen by the surrounding factions as prey to be devoured.
He could feel the hostile gazes coalesce into actual figures. Their shadows grew detached from the large crowd, then slowly deliberately got closer to him. Their killing intent, though skillfully masked, was growing sharper. They intended to kill him right there on the street.
Vahn's fists clenched. What should he do? His current Qi Refining Stage 3 power, while fast for a novice, would be almost useless against the high-level cultivators stalking him. His only true advantage was exposing his identity as a disciple of White Lotus, but he couldn't expose that here. He had revealed too many secrets here that endanger his life even more once exposed.
Up above, on the back of the magnificent, blazing Phoenix, Medicine King Oswin Goldbranch watched the developing situation with concern.
"Patriarch, should we help that masked young man?" Oswin asked, his gentle face showing clear worry for the mysterious buyer.
Patriarch Xion raised an eyebrow, looking down at the masked young man below.
"Why are you expressing worry for an unknown young man, Oswin? He has no relationship with us." Xion's tone was mercilessly pragmatic.
Oswin quickly shut his mouth. He had spoken only out of his kind nature, but Holy Land politics rarely allowed for such sentimentality.
Just as the shadowy figures were about to make their move and Vahn was preparing for a desperate, impossible fight, a blinding flash of white and gold descended from the sky.
"Buzzz!"
The figure landed silently between Vahn and the converging shadows. Her presence was like the sudden arrival of pure daylight, instantly pushing back the darkness and the hostile intent of the attackers.
"Saintess of Light!"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise, including the retreating rogue cultivators to the mighty Patriarch Xion and Medicine King Oswin atop the Phoenix.
Seraphina had arrived.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC46: Prince Carry
Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Prince Carry
"Vahn, are you alright?" Seraphina asked quietly, her gentle features etched with genuine concern.
Vahn nodded, a deep sense of security washing over him.
"Yes... Now that you're here, I should be fine."
Vahn's pride wasn't so shallow that he would reject her help at such a critical moment.
He acknowledged he was currently weak, and he needed this powerful backing. She was perfect for it.
But he was working tirelessly for a future where he would be the one to protect her, not the other way around. It was a man's duty to protect his woman.
But for now, however, he would enjoy her protection. There was a unique joy in that, too.
Seraphina's usual gentle eyes turned ice-cold, noticing the palpable killing intent radiating from the hostile figures who had been converging on Vahn. Because of her deep spiritual insight (an ability that allowed her to judge a soul's nature) she instantly understood Vahn had acquired something that had invoked their deadly greed.
And now they sought to rob him, or worse, kill him if he resisted.
The mere thought of seeing Vahn's lifeless corpse on this cold night sent her heart into turmoil. The thought of losing him was a pain she would never allow herself to witness.
Her palms began to glow with a chilling, pure white light.
She gazed at the shadowy figures with cold wrathful eyes.
"The world always sees me as a kind Saintess, but they always forget I have emotions too," she stated, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed rage. "And when you target the person closest to me, you all have incurred a wrath I didn't want the world to witness. For your transgression and greed, you all shall be... perished."
The greedy rogue cultivators, who had foolishly chosen Vahn as their target, froze in terror at the statement. They had unknowingly provoked the fury of the Saintess of Light. This was not the same benevolent Saintess they knew of. This was a person who sought absolute punishment.
"F-Forgive—" one of the men started, desperate to beg for mercy.
But before they could utter another plea, Seraphina's rage found its physical form.
Slice. Slice. Slice!
Several Swords of pure Light Qi materialized in the air, streaks of dazzling white energy that cut through the dozen men with unstoppable speed and deadly efficacy.
Blood sprayed like a macabre fountain, and bodies fell like grass, dying the stone-made road a shocking, bloody red.
At that moment, the entire scene froze.
Even Patriarch Xion and Medicine King Oswin, observing from above, were stunned into absolute silence. They had never heard of the Saintess of Light being capable of killing so many people so mercilessly. Until now, she was only known for her boundless kindness and impartiality. She was rumored to forgive her enemies. She used to say everyone deserve another chance.
But now, everything had changed.
But how? By whom?
The question hung unspoken in the air.
Patriarch Xion's eyes narrowed on the masked young man standing beside Seraphina.
A suspicion intensely formed in his mind.
"Could it be him?"
As for Vahn, despite his ambition and burgeoning mental power, he was still a young man who had lived a sheltered life in Green Willow village.
As such, seeing such a bloody spectacle with his own eyes, made him a little ill.
He leaned against a pillar, swallowing hard against the urge to vomit. He knew he would have to get used to this kind of scene, maybe one day he would have to kill human with his own hand, so he was trying bery hard to adapt.
But it wasn't as easy as he thought.
Seraphina noticed his condition instantly. Her anger melted away, replaced by concern and a deep, protective tenderness. She gently leaned in, bypassed his protests, and scooped him up into her arms.
Vahn was instantly mortified and flustered. Isn't it typically the man who does the 'princess carry'?
What made the situation even more awkward was the tight embrace. Her generous pair of melons, like soft cushion beneath the thick fabrics of her robes, were pressing firmly against his shoulder and chest.
Vahn's cheeks instantly flushed red.
Before he could voice his embarrassment or protest the highly unusual gesture, Seraphina launched into the sky. She didn't rely on a clumsy flying sword or a beast. Her raw spiritual power alone was enough to lift them both and send them soaring through the night air with incredible speed and grace.
Seraphina's bold action nearly made the onlookers' jaws drop in disbelief. Below, the remaining cultivators, even the high-ranking Sect elders, were shocked.
"That... That can't be our Saintess," one mumbled in shock. "She never let a man touch her before, much less carry one!"
"It's true! She might be an imposter. There's no way the Goddess of White Lotus would do such a disgraceful thing!" others exclaimed, trying to rationalize the impossible sight.
Yet, underneath their judgment, a fierce, bitter jealousy burned in their hearts. Just who was that masked young man?
High above the Auction Hall, seated on the back of the magnificent Blazing Phoenix, Patriarch Xion flashed a mysterious smile.
"So, you're him, after all," he muttered, his gaze fixed on Vahn being carried through the air.
Medicine King Oswin looked utterly perplexed. "Who are you talking about, Patriarch?"
"No one," Xion replied dismissively, shaking his head. "Just someone from the past. Anyway, let's head our way. That lass is probably dying to add this Flame Seed in her collection."
"Haha, I can understand your pain, Patriarch," Oswin laughed, shaking his head. "Sometimes Flama even asks for my Spirit Cauldron to add to her collection. She really is hopeless."
With one last glance toward the east where Vahn and Seraphina were flying, Xion and Oswin departed toward the west, their fiery Phoenix a magnificent streak against the night sky.
In the eastern night sky, under the light of the full moon, a strange couple soared across the vast expanse.
Vahn still looked thoroughly embarrassed, his cheeks flushed despite the cool breeze. Seraphina continued to fly with effortless power, seemingly unaware of Vahn's flustered condition.
To be honest, Vahn couldn't help but enjoy the current situation a bit. Surrounded by her sweet scent and held in her soft, protective embrace, he felt he was truly in heaven.
Even the vomiting urge left his mind completely.
Everything was serene and peaceful, until Vahn finally broke it a question:
"Seraphina, I am really curious. How were you able to recognize me, despite the disguise I was wearing?"
Seraphina looked down at his face, where the black mask was now gone.
Her natural red lips curled into a gentle, loving smile.
"What kind of question is that, Vahn? I can smell your pure Soul even from miles away. So how could I not recognize you?"
Hearing her answer, Vahn felt an overwhelming warmth spread through his chest.
He was now sure of one thing: he would no longer be able to live without this loving woman .
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Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Unlocked
After flying for a few more seconds, Seraphina took out a Transportation Jade Slip and activated it without delay.
Swoosh!
The duo instantly arrived back inside Seraphina's quiet cave, Vahn still clinging awkwardly but comfortably to her arms. The scene was tender and romantic, sheltered from the world's chaos.
But before the moment could settle, they suddenly felt a few sharp stares from the cave's inner depths.
"Did you two have enough fun?" Patriarch Dimidium's ridiculing voice rang inside the cave.
"Y-Yes..." Vahn answered instinctively, his mind still slightly dazed from the flight and Seraphina's embrace, making him sound utterly naive.
"Great!" Dimidium smirked coldly. "Now, it's time for your punishment."
Vahn blinked, his flush receding as confusion set in. "Punishment? What punishment, Patriarch?"
"Oh, you will know in a bit."
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Early the next morning, Vahn found himself inside a sprawling, damp Wash House. Countless low-ranking disciples were hunched over massive tubs, scrubbing clothes. Some were sent here as punishment, while others performed the grueling labor to earn a meager sum of Spirit Stones.
Vahn, too, had been sent here to wash clothes.
"That old bastard!" Vahn fumed inwardly, his hands submerged in soapy water. "He tricked me in front of Seraphina, saying I was just going to be sent for outdoor training as punishment. But here I am, working like a slave. Truly infuriating! I didn't even have the time to consume the Lightning Seed because of this!"
He sneered. "But if they think they can slow down my growth like this, they are terribly wrong. Just you wait, you old fools, I will get you for this..."
Vahn muttered all this in a barely audible voice as he unwillingly scrubbed the fabrics.
Paah!
His spine suddenly tingled. An Elder was standing nearby, torturing disciples with vicious whip cracks, treating everyone like animal slaves. The Elder's eyes, cruel and bored, passed over the laboring disciples, searching for the slightest sign of defiance or laziness.
Vahn hurriedly increased the speed of his scrubbing, his hands a blur over the rough fabric. He did not want to get whipped like the others; the humiliation alone would be hard to bear.
"Junior Brother Vahn! Look here!"
All of a sudden, someone called out to him from beside him. He turned to his right, seeing the familiar face of Chubby Liam, equally soaked and doing the same laborious task.
"Huh! What are you doing here, Senior Brother?" Vahn asked, genuinely confused. "This shouldn't be a place for a senior disciple like you."
Liam sighed, rubbing a sore muscle in his shoulder. "It's a long story, but I'll tell you the short version. I had a fight with an Inner Court disciple. That's why I was sent here as punishment."
Vahn frowned. "But I thought the Sanctuary encourages fights for mutual growth. So why were you punished? Did you resort to any underhanded means, Senior Brother?"
Liam shook his head dejectedly. "No, that's not it, Junior Brother. I actually had a crush on an Inner Court Senior Sister. But somehow that guy, who also had a crush on her, found out about me and challenged me to a duel. The condition were set like this:
The person who loses has to wash the other party's clothes for a month. That's how I ended up here. Please don't tell the other junior disciples... otherwise I'll be too ashamed to face them."
Vahn glanced at him sympathetically.
"So that's how it is. Well, I can only pray for your success in your romantic endeavor, Senior Brother. Forgive this junior brother of yours."
"Cheeky brat," Liam muttered, shaking his head helplessly, though a small smile formed on his tired face.
"Let's talk about you, Vahn. Did you get the Lightning Seed you were looking for?"
At his question, Vahn smiled mysteriously.
"Maybe..."
He didn't reveal too much, knowing that once the news spread, there would be severe consequences.
Liam was now sure his junior brother was hiding something, but he knew he couldn't push him too much. As such, he remained clueless and acted the same as before.
The laundrymen worked without rest for hours. It was also kind of training for the disciples, though most of the time they were exploited too much. But no one could complain. They were already lucky enough to join the Holy Land. No one would foolishly go against their orders.
After that tiring session, Vahn crawled back to his hut at noon. His stomach growled with hunger, but he wasn't in any condition to fetch food or cook right now. Instead, he drank some water and lay on the mat to rest.
Once he recovered somewhat, Vahn stood up and sat crossed-legged. He took the Space Ring from his waist and then retrieved the Lightning Seed from it.
Crack!
He broke the glass container and swallowed the electrifying seed without delay. He had wasted time long enough; it was time he became stronger.
As soon as the seed went inside his stomach, his whole body crackled with electricity, and pain shot through his head like his entire brain was frying. His body fell onto the ground, spasming like a zombie. Blood flowed from his nose, eyes, and ears, but he held on.
He might have received great cheats and items from the Divine Bonding System, but he was resolved to work hard, to learn how to endure pain and grow. This was just another step.
Success wasn't guaranteed, but until the last moment, he wouldn't give up.
The torment went on for almost an hour, until a notification flashed in his eyes.
[ Lightning Affinity Unlocked ]
There was nothing more comforting than this glowing text from the System. He had succeeded. He could now wield the terrifying might of Lightning.
Though pained, his lips formed a smile.
Next, he retrieved dozens of Spirit Stones from the Space Ring.
He would now focus on increasing his Cultivation Base. Without a higher cultivation base, he couldn't effectively wield powerful Arts. Specifically, without sufficient internal Qi, he wouldn't be able to unleash the full power of the Divine Grade Lightning Art.
But this was not a problem for Vahn. With his Void Physique and the Void Refining Manual, achieving that power was only a matter of time.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC48: Void Refinement
Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Void Refinement
Holding a gray Spirit Stone in his palm, Vahn activated the Void Refining Manual at once.
Following the manual's instructions, he channeled the Void Qi out of his body through his right hand, forming a dark net that looked like small field of void.
The last time he used this Void net, it devoured the spiritual energy of the surroundings. But this time, he specifically targeted at a solid cultivation resource filled with rich energy.
The Void net soon enveloped the gray Spirit Stone. Then, under his incredulous eyes, the hard gray stone started dissolving into tiny, luminous essences.
The entire process looked magical, defying common sense.
Those rich essences quickly flowed into his body through his meridians and veins, racing to be stored in his Dantian and used later.
The process wasn't just magical, it was smooth and extremely fast.
It was commonly known that cultivators consumed Spirit Stones to increase their cultivation base, using their cultivation manuals to slowly absorb the energy within.
However, no one could do it as fast as Vahn.
Though he didn't know exactly how much time an ordinary cultivator required to fully use one Spirit Stone, he could tell his Cultivation Speed was fast. Very fast.
He wasn't just breathing in spiritual energy like them; he was practically devouring it. Moreover, he was sure he hadn't wasted too much energy in the process.
"So this is the true potential of the Void Refining Physique and the Void Refining Manual when combined together..."
Vahn murmured, his eyes flashing with a cold light.
"Now, no one can stop me."
With that realization, Vahn quickly began absorbing the Spirit Stones one after another with mad hunger.
His Cultivation Base began to rise at an astonishing pace:
[ You Have Achieved a Breakthrough! Qi Refining Stage 4 ]
[ You Have Achieved a Breakthrough! Qi Refining Stage 5 ]
[ You Have Achieved a Breakthrough! Qi Refining Stage 6 ]
....
The consecutive small breakthroughs made him feel exhilarated. So much so, he forget the sense of time and surroundings.
For now, he could only absorb one low-grade Spirit Stone at a time. He attempted to absorb two at once, but the immense influx of energy caused a sharp pain in his arm, signaling his meridians and veins were close to rupturing.
They simply couldn't handle such a massive influx at his current stage. Therefore, he settled on safely absorbing one Spirit Stone with each cycle.
While this process might seem slow, he had already achieved progress that would have taken ordinary cultivators weeks or even months to accomplish.
But with each subsequent breakthrough, the requirement for energy increased dramatically. Vahn paused his cultivation to quantify the expenditure, counting the Spirit Stones he had consumed.
He noticed a pattern:
* For Qi Refining Stage 4, he had refined a total of 100 Spirit Stones.
* For Qi Refining Stage 5, it was 300 Spirit Stones.
* For Qi Refining Stage 6, it was 900 Spirit Stones.
* For Qi Refining Stage 7, it was 2,700 Spirit Stones.
* For Qi Refining Stage 8, it was 8,100 Spirit Stones.
With each stage of breakthrough, he had to spend 3 times the amount of the previous stage.
The expenditure was becoming seriously high, but Vahn could also feel himself getting immensely stronger. The internal energy stored within his core felt abundant, like a massive, overflowing pond.
While the energy requirement for others was significantly lower, this immense demand brought a crucial benefit to Vahn: his Dantian could hold exponentially more energy than that of his peers.
Vahn realized this was actually a tremendous advantage. He could fight prolonged battles where ordinary cultivators constantly faced the problem of energy depletion. His deeper energy reservoir would grant him superior endurance and the ability to sustain the powerful arts he was now capable of wielding.
Although, the future requirement for cultivation resources worried him a little.
After who knows how much time had passed, Vahn finally stopped cultivating. He checked his stats and found out that he reached Stage 9 of Qi Refining.
[ Status ]
[ Name: Vahn Necrotis ]
[ Title: Master Storyteller
[ Lifespan: 17 / 90 ]
[ Physique: Void Refining Physique ]
[ Cultivation Level: Qi Refining - Stage 9 ]
[ Cultivation Arts: Art Of Healing (Verse -1), Nine Heavens Lightning Swords ]
[ Elemental Affinities: Light (Bonded), Darkness (Innate), Lightning (Merged) ]
[ Special Abilities: None ]
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He stopped not because of any kind of bottleneck, but because he didn't know how to proceed to Foundation Establishment Realm.
He needed knowledge and guidance.
But after going outside, he noticed it was already morning. The sky was bright and shiny with white cranes flying overhead.
He had unknowingly spent half a day and a whole night cultivating.
Vahn shook his head helplessly. Time really flies like flowing cloud once someone starts cultivating.
But at least the progress was enough to make up for the loss.
He closed the System screen and headed toward the Scripture Hall.
He decided to first gather necessary knowledge from the texts, then he would go to Seraphina's place to seek Insights from her personal experience.
He walked with his usual carefree steps, but suddenly, after channeling his abundant internal energy outward, he felt like he was gliding on thin clouds. He felt as light as a feather. This was a raw technique he had developed after copying Seraphina, hoping that one day he could truly fly in the air just like her.
However, on the way, he noticed an unusual atmosphere. All the Outer Disciples seemed far more diligent, more focused on their training, practicing their forms and techniques with newfound vigor.
Vahn became curious.
Very soon, he found out the reason: the public announcement of the Seven Saintesses Competition.
The grand event was scheduled to be held after one week. But it was not as simple as Vahn initially thought. While the main event was indeed the climactic battle among the seven Saintesses to see who was the strongest, there was also a critical secondary competition.
This secondary battle competition will be held between all the disciples of the Seven Great Holy Lands. Both Outer Court and Inner Court disciples would get the chance to showcase their talent and potential to the world.
The rewards were truly "Juicy," including millions of Spirit Stones, Heaven Grade Treasures, and powerful Artifacts.
There was even the prestige of the competition itself. The champions also had a chance to be chosen by one of the Saintesses to become their personal followers.
While the idea of becoming a follower held no interest for Vahn, countless ambitious individuals would be dying for the opportunity.
Vahn smiled. "Things are getting interesting."
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC49: Hunter Or Prey?
Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Hunter Or Prey?
After paying a hefty sum of 100 Spirit Stones, Vahn finally gained access to the knowledge concerning Foundation Establishment within the Scripture Hall. To keep his rapid advancement a secret, he paid the exorbitant fee without complaint, knowing the sect would never be generous with him.
His eyes quickly skimmed through the long, detailed texts, his powerful mind instantly grasping and retaining only the key points:
Condensation: Foundation Establishment is primarily about condensing the vast reservoir of internal Qi into a liquefied state. This dense, stable liquid effectively sets a permanent foundation inside the Dantian, which will later be used to form a legendary Golden Core.
Path Strengthening: The process requires strengthening the Qi Pathways to efficiently convert internal energy into various elemental energies, a crucial step for correctly executing his powerful Cultivation Arts (like the Nine Heavens Lightning Art).
Spirit Sense Development: To enter Foundation Establishment, one absolutely needs to develop Spirit Sense. This spiritual perception is vital for overseeing the complex, delicate procedure of foundation building perfectly and preventing internal damage.
Energy Control: Lastly, a practitioner needs sufficient experience in applying internal energy, whether through complex Cultivation Arts or raw manifestations of power. This control is necessary to effectively and safely condense strands of Qi into the required liquefied state.
Vahn realized he had the energy (thanks to the Spirit Stones) and the arts (thanks to the System), but he still lacked two crucial components: Spirit Sense and the necessary Energy Control.
To put simply, he needed a lot practical training.
Just staying couped inside his nest wouldn't him all powerful.
It's not like he relaised it just now. But he didn't got any time to go on practical training till now.
But looks like the time had now come.
After leaving the hall, Vahn walked directly toward Serenity's Peak to seek Seraphina's insight on the competition and to say goodbye before embarking on his rigorous self-training regimen.
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Vahn found Seraphina waiting for him at Serenity's Peak. When he revealed his exponential progress, reaching Qi Refining Stage 9 in a week, Seraphina was visibly impressed.
"You have reached Qi Refining Stage 9 in just a week. It's truly impressive, Vahn. Not even those Holy Sons might not have achieved what you did."
Her blue eyes looked smithen. "Although... after what you did at the Primordial Tower, perhaps I should no longer be surprised."
She paused and studied his face. "Still, Vahn, it isn't just your talent that moved me. It's your diligence. That is rarer than divine bones."
Vahn's throat tightened. His hard work amidst darkness and pain, finally felt recognised. He was happy, genuinely.
Now he finally knows he had someone who would appreciate his effort after each success.
She then gracefully shared her valuable insights into the Foundation Establishment realm. She taught him several ways to develop Spirit Sense, explained the subtle flow of spiritual energy needed for condensation and detailed the risks involved in forging a foundation. She also guided him through mental exercises, showing him how to weave his internal Qi into liquid strands to ensure he forged a Flawless Foundation.
They conversed easily, their instruction session filled with warm laughter. There were also several embarrassing moments when their hands and bodies brushed while she guided his movements personally, demonstrating the complex control required.
Zephya watched all this quietly from a sunny spot nearby. Any thought of revenge against Vahn had long since faded. Watching the genuine affection between the two, she had started accepting Vahn as a permanent part of their little family.
Afterward, Vahn said his farewells.
"I'm heading out on a training journey," he explained. "I need to gain practical control over my energy and develop my Spirit Sense before I attempt the breakthrough."
Seraphina, though visibly reluctant to see him go, stepped forward. She offered him another tender kiss on the cheek as a goodbye.
"Stay safe, Vahn," she whispered. "Don't let the world steal you from me before you find what you're searching for."
She then presented him with a beautifully carved jade amulet.
"This is an Escape Talisman. It's a Spirit-grade artifact. If you ever find yourself in mortal danger that you cannot talk or fight your way out of, activate this. It will teleport you far away, instantly. Promise me you will use it."
Vahn, still feeling her warmth on his cheek, acquiesced.
"I promise. I'll return before the competition starts. I will have to cheer for you, won't I?" h
He had already calculated his path. So, without delay, he waved them goodbye and climbed down the mountain.
Seeing him depart, Zephya, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up.
"Master, should I follow him?"
Seraphina shook her head gently. "No. If he finds out, I am sure he will be secretly displeased. He wants to learn and grow by himself, so I will let him be. And I have full confidence he will come back alive safely."
Zephya rolled her eyes. She was unable to understand why her master was so confident in her young husband. No matter how talented one person might be, the outside world would not be kind to them.
Outside the secluded peace of White Lotus Sanctuary, the world was unforgiving and openly cruel. Humans often resorted to killing for even a single piece of Spirit Stone.
Human livss were that cheap.
It wasn't just the threat of ruthless cultivators; the desolate lands were home to ferocious Spirit Beasts, always ready to devour an unwary soul without a moment's notice.
In that brutal environment, there were only two paths: Hunt or Be Hunted.
If you weren't strong enough, or intelligent enough to outwit your predators, death was the only ending awaiting you.
Vahn, who was determined to make this second life an absolute success, obviously wouldn't just go out to be hunted. For the next week, he would be a Hunter.
This wasn't just his inner resolve speaking
With his keen wits and newly overpowered Arts, he was confident enough to make that a reality.
But what he forgot to consider was that things rarely go as planned in the cultivation world.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC50: She Is Here!
Chapter 50: Chapter 50: She Is Here!
Vahn purposefully took a mission from the Mission Hall that would lead him out of the Holy Land.
Surprisingly, the authorities did nothing to stop him. If he were truly important to their plans, they should have intervened, which made him curious but also wary.
At Gate No. 8, before leaving the familiar territory, he checked his back and surroundings to see if anyone was following him.
Once reassured, he continued walking.
Ahead of him was a rocky path that cut through vast, plain, grassy land like a serpent. In the horizon he could only see mountainous terrains and big forests.
Behind him, the silhouettes of the White Lotus' mountains grew smaller and smaller.
Looking at him now, he only had an Earth Grade Silver Saber in his hand, which he'd bought from the Treasure Hall for 1,000 Spirit Stones.
The Saber wasn't a Spirit Weapon; it was just an ordinary enchanted weapon. Because of this, he feared it wouldn't be able to handle the full pressure of the Nine Heavens Lightning Art. He would have to be careful not to use his full force. Although the Nine Heavens Lightning Art specified a sword, he could substitute it with a saber, as their build was similar enough.
It wasn't strictly necessary to use a physical weapon with the Lightning Art; he could cast the art just fine. However, based on the knowledge in his mind, a good weapon could enhance the application tremendously, allowing him to do more damage.
So to say, a good weapon was truly important.
But this was the best he could manage to gather from the Treasure Hall. They had told him that "newbies" couldn't acquire higher-tier items than Earth Grade. He was furious back then, feeling the injustice, but there was nothing he could have done.
He would have to make do with this Silver Saber.
After crossing a few miles straight to the east from the White Lotus Sanctuary alone, Vahn took out the mission scroll. The mission was about gathering a rare Spirit Herb from the Venomous Valleys, a low-level hazard zone known for dangerous Qi-poisoned reptiles.
The reward was a mere 100 Spirit Stones.
The rewards were ridiculously low, and Vahn knew nothing about hunting Spirit Beasts.
So, he wouldn't risk his life unnecessarily. He planned to start with low-level Spirit Beasts to steadily increase his battle experience and energy control.
But for now, he was enjoying the beautiful landscape. This world had no pollution, no harmful air, nor any kind of noise from modern vehicles. On this lonely path, he felt a different kind of peace.
But all of a sudden, Vahn paused, feeling an eerie silence descend around him. He looked up to see the bright sun, which had been shining strongly until now, suddenly shrouded by thick, dark clouds. The sunlight struggled to pierce through the oppressive gloom. The air also went into a complete standstill.
"Something is wrong," he muttered and unsheathed his saber.
Just then—
"So, we meet again, Vahn Necrotis."
The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
Vahn felt a shiver crawl down his spine.
He hurriedly turned back, only to see a black-clothed woman standing there with demonic grace.
Her figure was beautifully sculpted, generous in all the right places, though a touch less voluptuous than Seraphina's. Her skin shone pale and delicate, smooth like porcelain touched by moonlight.
Beneath her gown, two long slender legs stretched out, the kind that could rival any supermodel's.
She carried herself with an effortless elegance.
The dress she wore was a deep midnight black with rose patterns. It wrapped around her body like liquid shadows, giving her the bearing of a queen who needed no crown.
With her arms crossed lightly over her chest, she exuded both power and majesty, as though the world itself needed to bow before her.
So why would he say she was demonic?
That's because of the layer of darkness that veiled her face, and also the aura she radiated was the true definition of darkness.
She was the Saintess of Darkness: Lilith Moonveil.
There's no way Vahn would forget her.
Vahn forced himself to stay calm and asked,
"You're Lilith Moonveil, aren't you? What do you want from me now?"
Lilith didn't respond immediately. Instead, she slowly started walking toward him with graceful strides, the hem of her dress swaying like flowing shadows.
Within moments she stood before him, her veiled face locked onto his. She was taller than Vahn, though only by a few inches, and the difference was enough to make her presence feel oppressive.
She extended her porcelain right hand toward him.
"You will come with me..."
Her voice was calm, yet heavy with command.
Vahn furrowed his brows. He didn't like the forceful tone she was using. It made him feel like she was looking down on him.
Besides, there was no telling what sinister intention she might be hiding behind that veil.
He was about to refuse, but then the air split apart. A figure, or perhaps an object, shot toward them at blinding speed.
No, not at them. It only targeted her.
The light howled through the air, its sheer force tearing the ground and blasting shockwaves in every direction.
Dust and debris flew, and Vahn staggered back, shaking on his boots as the pressure pressed against his body.
Yet Lilith did not flinch.
At the last instant, just before the radiant sphere could reach her, she moved. Not her body, only her outstretched right hand.
Her pale fingers glowed with a sinister black energy, so heavy and violent that the very air buzzed and cracked.
Buzz!
Then, with the ease of swatting an insect, she struck the light sphere aside.
Whoosh...
The blinding sphere hurtled off its original path and smashed into a distant mountain.
Boom!
The explosion tore straight through its peak, carving a blazing hole that burned like a wound in the land. The rumble of collapsing stone echoed across the horizon.
Seeing this with his very own eyes, Vahn's forehead was covered with cold sweat. If the attack had actually hit her, he would have died too.
Ba-dum, Ba-dum!
His heart hammered in his chest. He had never seen such effortless destruction. Even nuclear missiles from Earth might fail to match its destructiveness.
Just what kind of Art was that? Light elemental, yes. But he never thought that element could have such destructive capabilities.
But then, before he could even blink, Lilith was gone from where she stood. She appeared right before him, her cold hand closing around his own.
Before he could react, darkness surged like a tidal wave, swallowing his sight and breath.
The last thing he heard as the world vanished was a furious voice, filled with wrath beyond forgiveness:
"Curse you, Lilith! I will never forgive you for this!"
The shout belonged to a heroic young man, who was enraged to the very core.
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