MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC73: True Battle
Chapter 73: Chapter 73: True Battle
The staff at the registration desk sneered internally at the audacity of the supposedly useless Young Master. Nevertheless, it wasn't his job to judge the foolishness of nobles. The official quickly accepted the challenge, drawing up a contract that legally absolved the Challenger Arena of any liability should the young master be severely injured.
Vahn signed the contract without a second thought and slowly moved to the Challengers' Waiting Room. The room was packed with a mix of ambitious young cultivators and hardened veteran fighters.
The moment he entered, Vahn's aristocratic appearance and striking red hair drew immediate attention.
"Hell, who is this punk now?" a fierce man growled, gripping his axe tightly.
"Why do you care, brainless Brute?" another participant replied, looking overly smart and dismissive.
One of them, with sharp eyes, instantly recognized him. "Hey, I know him. He is the Useless Young Master from Infernal Clan."
"Ohh, I remember now. He is the debaucherous young master who got humiliated in the White Lotus Holy Land and lost the Clan's face."
"Haha, really? Then why has the Clan not kicked him out yet? It isn't good to be on the White Lotus' bad book, don't they know."
"They do actually. But he is the son of the Patriarch, that's why they didn't do anything."
"Tch. So typical. He should die already!"
"Well, maybe he's here to wipe off his shame..."
Vahn didn't care about the insults. He wasn't Damien after all; the shame wasn't his. He was focused on the internal preparation necessary for his performance.
Vahn found a quiet corner and began a rapid, deep meditation. He needed to focus on his core strength and the newly acquired Fire Affinity.
Vahn's immediate, final internal preparation before entering the ring is to Refine the Affinity.
He quickly ran the Ninefold Heavenly Flames through his meridians. The new Fire Affinity had to respond instantly and flawlessly in the chaos of battle, cementing his disguise and ensuring his survival. He forced the fiery essence to intertwine with the chaotic energy of the Void Refining Manual, ensuring its integration was absolute.
Just as he finished the rapid refinement, a sharp-eyed golden-haired young man stood before him, blocking his light. The young man carried an air of aggressive superiority.
"You're looking very filthy, Damien," the young man sneered, his tone utterly condescending.
Vahn ignored the young man's foolishly condescending words, but he couldn't ignore the raw, powerful pressure radiating from him. This was no common challenger; this was a Foundation Establishment -level disciple or an elite talent surpassing it.
Vahn slowly rose to his feet, matching the young man's height.
"I don't believe we've been introduced," Vahn said, emitting equally cold and dangerous arrogance.
"If you don't have business, step aside. I have a fight to win."
"What did you say? You dare to pretend you don't know me. Die!" the golden-haired young man roared, abandoning all pretense of civility.
Whoosh!
The young man moved his fist to hit Vahn's face without another word, his speed astonishing. Everything happened so fast that most of the other Challengers couldn't even react to the sudden, brutal acceleration of the attack.
But Vahn was faster.
Bam!
He blocked the fist with his palm, instantly reinforced by his new Fire Qi. This was no mere elemental defense; Vahn funneled the raw, searing heat of the Ninefold Heavenly Flames into the point of collision.
Buzz!
Instantly, a wave of fiery heat swept through the waiting room as the two cultivators collided, the energy forcing the surrounding challengers to jump back.
Vahn's eyes widened slightly. His hand vibrated with intensity, confirming the immense power behind the young man's casual strike. This challenger was easily a Foundation Establishment Stage 5 or 6 practitioner (far above Vahn's current stage)
The young man was also taken aback, forced to take a step back due to the intense, foreign Fire Qi that burned through his own defensive spiritual energy. The attack, which should have shattered the hand of the 'useless Damien,' had met an equal, if not superior, elemental force.
"You... How do you have such a sharp spirit sense? And that power!" the young man spat, his face contorted in shock and fury.
He couldn't reconcile the lazy reputation of Damien with the raw, potent Fire he just felt.
Vahn slowly lowered his hand, the crimson glow of his Fire Qi fading. He didn't waste breath on an explanation.
"The old Damien is dead. I am reborn as new Damien. Now get out of my sight," Vahn commanded coldly.
The surrounding challengers, who had dismissed Vahn moments ago, now looked at him with profound awe and terror.
The golden-haired young man hesitated, knowing a full fight now would expend vital energy before the arena match. He retreated, but his eyes promised revenge.
"I'll see you in the ring, Damien. And when I do, I will end your pathetic life."
From the hushed gossips around him, Vahn quickly learned the identity of the golden-haired young man. He was Cedric Goldlight, the Heir of a rival clan.
Every member of the Goldlight Clan wielded an inherited variant of the Light Element, which granted them exceptional speed and sharpness. It was even said their Secret Art allowed their weapons to cut through almost anything.
Vahn was now sure: without hesitation, Cedric would be his most powerful opponent in this arena. But he wasn't scared like in the past.
This was the kind of challenge that would be his sharpening stone. Vahn was ready for him.
Outside, in the battle circle, the challengers faced off with terrifying power and brutality. The matches were relentless, each demonstrating how true combat should be like.
Some fighters spat blood, others had their teeth broken, and some suffered fractured bones. The defeated were dragged out of the arena like dogs bathed in blood.
Seeing this savage display, Delilah in the viewing box grew worried. Could her big brother really fight these terrifying monsters?
Moments later, a cheerful voice announced: "Ladies and gentleman, it's time you see something really interesting.
Challenger, Young Master Damien Infernos, versus Stonebreaker!"
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC74: The Unbeatable Heir
Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The Unbeatable Heir
The imposing figure of Stonebreaker instantly made his entrance, and the spectators erupted in cheers. He was an extremely burly man with a pair of fists that looked hardened like iron. These iron fists had earned him the nickname "Stonebreaker," a nod to his brutal, direct fighting style.
"Stonebreaker, you are awesome!"
"Stonebreaker, I love you!"
But as soon as Vahn, clad in a crimson battle robe, made his calm entrance from the opposite side, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Spectators began to mock him for his "pretty boy" appearance and the infamous reputation of the "useless Young Master" Damien Infernos.
Vahn ignored the noise, focusing only on the man standing before him.
The imposing figure of Stonebreaker filled the arena with aggressive presence. The body cultivator, looking fierce, roared, "Get ready, brat! Today you will learn a different way to crawl into your mommy's arms."
He charged at once. With each step, the ground trembled under his weight. His fists, like reinforced metal gloves, quickly thrust forward, intending to crush Vahn's head.
Vahn, already prepared with his Hellbringer Saber, made a casual slash onto the incoming fist, wanting to test the other party's power.
Clang!
Surprisingly, the collision made a loud clang, as if metal was clashing against metal. Stonebreaker was grinning, trying to outdo Vahn by sheer physical force.
Vahn, momentarily alarmed by the terrifying raw strength, quickly jumped backward in a swift motion. He instantly recognized the danger of matching a dedicated body cultivator in a physical brawl.
"Tch, why are you running back like a coward now, young master?" Stonebreaker mocked.
"Because I am not a fool," Vahn replied, his voice calm as ever. "Since you're a body cultivator who trained his body for years, I would definitely not be able to match it. But if that's all you have, big guy, then it's goodbye..."
"Arrogant brat!" the man roared, unleashing a barrage of fist strikes.
But Vahn easily dodged them, utilizing his refined Spirit Sense to predict the attacks and his elemental power to enhance his speed.
Vahn's body was practically overflowing with spiritual energy, an undeniable aura of power that made the spectators doubt Stonebreaker's imminent victory. Their perception of the "useless Damien" was rapidly changing.
"Amazing, Big brother! Beat the Bad Guy!" From the viewing box, Delilah shouted with loud excitement.
Some spectators frowned. "Damn! Who the hell is that unruly girl now?"
"That's Damien's little sister, don't you know?"
"Ohh, so he brings his little sister to his show. Hmph, let's see how long his show-off lasts."
Meanwhile, Lily and Maria quickly blocked Delilah's mouth, stopping her loud cheers that stung the wounded hearts of those who had bet against Damien.
Damien (Vahn), whom they had deemed unworthy and talentless, was suddenly showing overwhelming power. And some people definitely didn't like it.
Because Damien's unexpected rise meant the Power Balance of Fire Cloud City would have to shift in the future. The established higher Clans and powers wouldn't want that.
Vahn's public display of power was drawing targets, but also creating the perfect, terrifying reputation he needed.
"Now, it's time to end this," Vahn declared.
Vahn knew the time for theatrics was over. He needed to end the fight instantly to maximize his planning time.
With his command, the Hellbringer Saber instantly erupted into a blazing, multicolored flame as he summoned the raw power of the Ninefold Heavenly Flames.
Not only that, he channeled his full Foundation Establishment Stage 3 power.
Then, Vahn leaped upward like a leopard, the momentum of his jump focusing all his weight and spiritual energy into a single, devastating overhead slash aimed directly at Stonebreaker's "Iron Fist," which was currently pale with fear.
Crack!
The collision this time was truly groundbreaking. The famous Iron Fist, Stonebreaker's pride and defense, cracked loudly, the sound echoing throughout the silent arena.
The body cultivator was overwhelmed with the power this Strange multicoloured flame.
"Ahhh!"
Stonebreaker couldn't hold on any longer. He let out a agonizing scream as he collapsed onto his knees, shattering the stone platform beneath him.
His arms dangled lifelessly from shoulder.
He was defeated in a single, magnificent move.
The spectators rose from their seats in silent shock. The man they had mocked moments earlier had just shattered the renowned Stonebreaker's defense with what looked like terrifying ease.
They realized Damien was far stronger than he had displayed until now. He had just been toying with Stonebreaker all this time.
Even the other challengers narrowed their eyes, taking Vahn more seriously. Among them, Cedric Goldlight was fuming. He couldn't understand how this "useless guy" had suddenly turned out to be so powerful.
Then, the rumors of Damien getting a powerful Master's discipleship crossed into his mind.
"Is that Master really that strong? Or is there still something I am missing here?" he couldn't help but murmur in doubt.
Vahn still didn't move from the Battle Circle. As the victor, he had the right to choose his next challenger or leave with his reward. Naturally, Vahn wouldn't leave just yet.
He kept challenging more opponents. And with each battle, his battle experience soared, his control refined, and his techniques improved. The Arena was the perfect crucible to integrate his new Fire Affinity and the devastating power of the Ninefold Heavenly Flames into his fighting style.
He won five consecutive matches in a row, causing an uproar among the spectators and the Arena Management. Thinking this was their chance to spread the Arena's name further, the officials sent out even more powerful opponents, one after another, trying to find Vahn's limit.
Vahn managed to defeat them all, using a mix of blinding speed, crushing elemental power, and strategic dismantling of his enemies' defenses.
At the 10th Victory, everyone was speechless. The crowd could now watch Vahn's magnificent Saber Skills combined with his flawless Fire Arts with genuine admiration in their eyes. The memory of the "useless Damien" was fading, replaced by the legend of the Unstoppable Heir.
More and more people converted as Vahn's supporters, their initial mockery turning into fierce devotion.
Late into the night, under the silver moon, they chanted his name in cheers:
"Young Master Damien Is UNBEATABLE!"
Vahn stood in the center of the ring, not even a scratch could be seein on his crimson robe.
He looked slightly, but internally, Vahn was greatly satisfied with result.
He had grown from rookie to expert Warrior within just a day.
And now, it was time to face his final opponent.
The announcer came into battle Circle in jovial mood.
"Haha, yet another amazing victory for Young Master Damien! But, wait for it, the challenge is about to get personal!"
The crowd hushed in anticipation as the announcer's voice changed into a tone of reverence:
"Coming now to face young master Damien, the one and only—Young Master Cedric Goldlight! Our Former Champion with 15 consecutive wins!"
"YEAHHH!" A deafening cheer erupted from the spectators, the noise expanding like a tidal wave.
"BOOM!" The sound of drums echoed, and the atmosphere grew thick with the promise of a legendary duel.
"The night will end with a magnificent fight between these two prodigies. Let us see who will emerge as the final victor!"
The crowd roared,"Bring It On!"
"Ah, Cedric; My Champion, ah!"
Their voices reverberated like a chorus of excitement. Most of them were already Cedric's fanatics.
Vahn's lips twitched into a small smirk. The true fight was about to begin.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC75: Learning Weakness and Strength
Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Learning Weakness and Strength
Cedric enteree the battle vircle with terryfying calmness.
Despite having witnessed all of Vahn's dominating wins, Cedric still seemed confident he would emerge the victor.
From his waist, Cedric calmly unsheathed a Golden Sword, which had to be a Sky Grade Weapon at least, or perhaps even Saint Grade, radiating a sharp, brilliant light element.
He looked into Vahn's red irises and spoke calmly, "You know I could never have imagined you would have such dogshit luck. To be able to receive such a powerful master, and their Fire Arts, is truly a tremendous fortuitous encounter. But remember this, no amount of luck can make you a victor today."
Cedric seemed dead serious on destroying "Damien."
Vahn was sure: just a political rival relationship couldn't explain this raw hatred. There had to be another, deeper reason involved.
But Vahn knew he had to play his part as Damien to transform the humiliation of the past into the drive for future glory. This was the final step in solidifying his disguise as the ambitious, reborn heir.
He scoffed arrogantly, meeting Cedric's intense gaze. "Tsk, you really think this is all about luck, Cedric?"
Vahn raised his voice so the entire stadium could hear his dramatic declaration, weaving the truth of his own situation into Damien's narrative.
"Then you're dead wrong. The humiliation, the betrayal after my failure, are deeply etched into my heart. Since then, I promised myself to change. I vowed to join the same Holy Land that rejected me. I will show the world how I change my destiny with my own hand. I will be the Strongest."
The declaration shook everyone's heart. The powerful words resonated across the arena, painting a picture of overwhelming resolve. The spectators no longer saw a useless heir; they saw a warrior who was determined to walk through all storms to complete his dream.
Up in the viewing box, Delilah and the maids' eyes were cloudy with tears. They had heard similar words in the carriage, but the raw emotion and power behind the statement now, in the arena, felt heart-touching and utterly genuine.
Cedric, stunned, didn't know how to counter this. Vahn had just taken his weakness and forged it into the most powerful kind of emotional armor.
Meanwhile, Vahn was already focused.
He tightened his grip on the Hellbringer Saber, extended his Spirit Sense to its full limit, and then channeled the Ninefold Heavenly Fire within him.
Humm!
Instantly, his aura surged like a True Inferno, however...
The Fire Qi that erupted from Vahn was not the chaotic, brilliant red the crowd expected.
It was the same multi-hued, dense Ninefold Heavenly Flame that settled around his saber like a shroud of purified, scorching chaos. The heat was so immense it seemed to absorb the light around them, darkening the environment despite the arena's brilliant illumination.
Cedric's expression finally broke, shifting from confidence to wary alarm. This was not the simple Fire Art of the Infernal Clan; this was an elemental power that felt ancient and absolute.
On the other hand, Vahn had to end this very quickly. Because he only had one third of his total Internal energy remaining.
Swoosh!
He launched forward, initiating the attack before Cedric could fully analyze his new flames.
Vahn's Opening attack was: Second Sword of Nine Heavens Lightning Swords: Red Calamity Storm.
Vahn layered his elements: the Ninefold Heavenly Fire supercharged his Lightning Affinity and the destructive power of his Darkness Affinity. The Hellbringer Saber didn't just strike; it became the focal point for a devastating fusion.
Buzz!
A terrifying vortex of crimson lightning and swirling nine-colored fire exploded from Vahn, aimed directly at Cedric.
Cedric, utilizing his Light Element heritage, moved with blinding speed, attempting to intercept the attack with his Golden Sword.
BOOM!
The resulting collision wasn't a clash; it was an annihilation. The sword's brilliant light was overwhelmed by the volatile, chaotic firestorm.
Cedric was forced to use his supreme defensive art just to survive the initial impact.
"Thwack!!"
He was thrown backward, skidding across the arena floor, his Golden Sword ringing as it absorbed the immense shock.
Cedric was stunned, realizing instantly that Damien's power transcended luck.
And yet, Cedric didn't admit defeat. His speed increased twofold. His sword slashes, imbued with the Light Element, became truly difficult for Vahn to track. It was understandable, considering the Goldlight Clan specialized in speed and Cedric's higher cultivation base.
Slash, Slash...
Vahn, even after dodging most of the attacks, received a few faint cuts on his robe and skin. At that moment, he realized his own weakness: he lacked a proper Movement Art to match Cedric's speed.
But Vahn didn't panic like he might have in the past. He began to focus his Spirit Sense intensely, concentrating it into a small, highly sensitive area, tracking down Cedric's lightning speed with pinpoint accuracy.
After this adjustment, everything became significantly easier.
Clang, Clang, Clang!
Vahn blocked each of the light sword slashes with his Hellbringer Saber with terrifying proficiency. The battle circle became a chaotic scene: Shadows Dancing amidst brilliant Fireworks, all accompanied by sharp metallic noises.
In the end, Vahn was the one who stood tall, while Cedric Goldlight collapsed onto the ground, completely drained.
The reason for the disparity was tactical and fundamental: Vahn had used his energy reserve with maximum efficiency, barely attacking Cedric after the initial devastating strike. Lilith's lessons on energy conservation were effective, but there was also another critical contributor: his Void Refining Physique.
His special Physique had the terrifying ability to turn the pressure of an enemy's attack into his own energy. So, the more Cedric used his flashy, high-speed arts, the more Vahn quietly absorbed and restored his own spiritual energy. It was a terrifying cycle, one that left the onlookers disbelieving under the night sky.
They witnessed the birth of a terrifying legend, not even knowing its true origin.
--
Meanwhile, Vahn walked calmly to the exit, where he was instantly met by an ecstatic Delilah.
"Big Brother! You won! You were the strongest!" she cried, throwing herself at him.
The maids, Lily and Maria, followed, their eyes shining with admiration and pride.
Vahn accepted the praise with the cold dignity of the victorious heir.
He quickly guided them into the horse carriage, ensuring their departure was swift and dramatic under the admiring eyes of the Spectators who were now fervent supporters of Young Master Damien Infernos.
As they approached the Infernal Clan's Carriage, Vahn saw Steward Jinn waiting in front of gate. The old man, typically stiff and reserved, stood with an unusual posture of anticipation.
Vahn stopped and asked, "Steward Jinn, since when did you arrive here?"
Steward Jinn bowed respectfully, before replying,
"Long enough, Young Master, to witness all of your glorifying victories with my own eyes."
He admitted he had initially come to the arena only to check if Damien and Delilah were alright, fearing the "useless Young Master" would meet trouble. But what he saw had shattered his preconceived notions.
"Young Master, after seeing those battles, even I, an old man with dozens of years of cultivation experience, couldn't help but shed a tear. I realized the true potential of our Young Master."
He bowed deeply, the gesture conveying immense respect. "Young Master has finally grown into a sensible man. The clan's future is secured."
Vahn accepted the praise. The loyalty of the powerful Steward Jinn was now completely secured.
Afterward, all of them boarded the lavish carriage. The crowd had lessened a lot by them.
Still, with their gossips, today's events will surely reach every corner of City. Which is perfect for Vahn. That way they wouldn't suspect anything about his sudden rise, once Joins the Holy Land and in the Seven Saintesses Competition.
As the carriage pulled away, Delilah couldn't contain herself. She leaned out the window and pridefully boasted to the lingering crowds: "My Big Brother is going to join the White Lotus Holy Land! He's going to be the Strongest!"
Her words, drifted by the wind and the clamor, turned Vahn's public vow into undeniable fact, further validating his 'reborn' persona.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC76: An Unexpected Guest
Chapter 76: Chapter 76: An Unexpected Guest
Clap, clap, clap!
Arriving at the Clan estate of the Infernos, Vahn was instantly showered with warm applause. Not just Damien's parents, but many of his cousins and elders were present to greet him. The news of his dominance in the Berserker Arena had already spread through the city.
"Son, you have made your mother proud!" Rianne hugged him tightly.
Vahn felt uncomfortable under the display of affection and grumbled, "Mom, I'm not a kid anymore."
"No. No matter how much you grow up, you will always stay my precious Son, Damien." Rianne's eyes were moist with pride.
Dalian smiled heartily. "Haha... Leave our son some face, dear. Everyone is watching." His cousins and aunts and uncles revealed awkward smiles, witnessing the rare display of intimacy.
Finally, Rianne let go of Vahn, and he let out a spiritual sigh of relief.
"Mommy, I saw big brother's every fight with my own eyes..." Delilah said cheerfully. "He was so cool and powerful! Those baddies couldn't even last for a few breaths."
At this, both parents smiled proudly, their faith in their son wholly restored.
"At first we didn't believe that you defeated Cedric one-on-one, cousin. But since the whole city is talking about it, we have no choice. At least, now I feel the position of Heir truly belongs to you."
The younger members came forward to shake hands, trying to get into Vahn's good books with their signature flattering style. Even Boros came to shake hands, looking very happy and carefree, pretending as though there wasn't any enmity between them at all.
Vahn accepted their hands with a fake smile. These shrewd politicians really knew how to butter up to people, but Vahn wasn't so easily fooled. He knew all of their attitudes were fake and would last only as long as he continued to show promise to the world. And who knows, some might already be planning to kill him.
Nevertheless, he wasn't too worried. He had bigger, bloodier plans in motion.
Vahn quickly excused himself, feigning exhaustion from the battles, and entered his room. He had already condensed 3,500 droplets of Qi in his Dantian. Tonight, he was determined to push that count to 10,000, achieving a major breakthrough.
Crossimg his legs, he entered deep cultivation.
The gaseous energy entered through the Vortex of Void Refining Manual and condensed into Liquid energy.
He forced his foundation to expand, pushing past the limitations of an ordinary cultivator.
By the next day, Vahn had successfully broken through, becoming a Foundation Establishment Stage 5 Cultivator.
His power had increased, granting him access to an even larger reserve of spiritual energy and greater elemental control.
Afterward, just like the previous day, Vahn went to the Challenger Arena once again. He faced veteran challengers one after another until dusk. The process was grueling, but his growth was explosive.
His new Stage 5 power, combined with the continuous application of his four elements in real combat, refined his control to near perfection.
This routine continued for the next 3 days straight. Each night was spent cultivating and condensing more Qi, and each day was spent brutally dominating the arena. The Infernal Clan's Heir became an unstoppable phenomenon.
His fame reached its peak just as the Seven Saintesses Competition approached.
That same day, Vahn announced something earth-shattering to the gathered Infernal Clan members: He was going for the entrance test at the White Lotus Sanctuary once again. This was a direct, public statement that solidified his 'reborn' warrior persona and his vow.
"Damien, isn't this too early? I mean, you could train for a few more weeks then try again," one of his cautious uncles suggested.
Vahn immediately denied this, channeling the confidence of a man guided by an unseen, powerful force. "No. My master said I must head to the Holy Land at once and face my fear that once shattered my confidence. Only then can I become the strongest. Or else, I will forever stay in the dust."
His parents and elders nodded approvingly. "Well, since that esteemed Master said so, we shouldn't stop you. Go ahead, Damien. Make the Infernal Clan's name shine once again."
Vahn nodded and went over to Lilith's room to begin his journey.
But once inside, he found her nowhere in sight.
"Lilith! Where are you? I'm ready to depart."
He called lowly, but he got no reply. That would mean she had gone somewhere urgent.
"Strange, why would she leave at this time before departure? Just now she was saying I should head to White Lotus immediately since the Seven Saintesses Competition will be held in two days," Vahn muttered in confusion.
"Master Damien! Master Damien!"
"Where are you?"
He heard his maid Maria's voice from the hallways. He sneakily went outside, facing Maria with a jump scare.
The maid, though startled, quickly recovered and said in a hurried voice: "Master Damien, thank God you're here. Come quick! There is someone important to see you."
Vahn was slightly alert. "Who is it? Do you know that person?"
"No, Master. But he is waiting in the Guest Hall alongside other elders and the Patriarch. It seems he is very important and powerful. Maybe someone finally took notice of your potential. You should meet them quick!" Maria urged, excitement sparkling in her eyes.
Vahn said nothing more, his mind racing. Who could arrive now, just before his planned departure? A new political ally? Or an early agent of the Holy Lands?
He followed Maria to the spacious Guest Hall with quiet steps.
And very soon, he saw the person's face. And his face momentarily panicked upon seeing that party.
The Guest Hall was unusually subdued. Patriarch Dalian and several key elders were seated, their expressions a mix of deference and anticipation.
Standing before them was a man whose presence commanded immediate attention.
The man was clad in robes of deep blue and silver, marked with the unmistakable sigil of White Lotus Sanctuary.
"You're the new prodigy that everyone is talking about?" the man inquired in an authoritative voice, his sharp eyes locked onto Vahn.
I am Holy Son Veerion. I've come to judge your worth myself."
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC77: Nuclear Dragon Sword
Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Nuclear Dragon Sword
Yes, Vahn recognized the voice. It was the voice of the same enraged man whose life Lilith had taken away right after Vahn's initial departure.
This was not good news. Vahn quickly surmised that this was likely why Lilith had temporarily disappeared; so that this powerful individual couldn't detect her presence within the Infernal Clan estate.
It wasn't cowardice; she was trying to save Vahn by removing her spiritual signature.
Realizing this, Vahn's heart calmed down. He instantly began to play his role as the humble, newly reformed Damien.
He cupped his fists in respect before speaking, "Holy Son, it's truly a great blessing for my humble clan to have your Divine presence. Please, treat this as your own home."
Veerion's eyes nodded approvingly. "You're quite humble and courteous. But I heard you were an arrogant and prideful man in the past." He seemed suspicious. "What's the reason for your sudden change? Care to elaborate?"
Vahn maintaining his earnest demeanor, delivered the carefully crafted lie that explained his transformation:
"It's because of My Master." Vahn's tone became emotional. "After I was cast aside from White Lotus, I met him in a fortuitous encounter in a quiet cave, sitting like an immortal."
"He had eyes of wisdom and the kindness of eternity. He took me as a disciple, even though I hadn't a single exceptional talent at all. But he recognized my true talent: It's my Unyielding Dao Heart to become the strongest. He taught me many things. Patience, Discipline, and Strategies are just one part. He is a great man."
Veerion slightly narrowed his eyes, but found no obvious falsehood in statement.
But still, something felt off. "This Master of You're talking, is he female by any chance?" Veerion pressed on, his tone sharper.
Vahn's heart skipped a beat at the direct question, but he maintained the calm façade.
"No, Your Excellency. Like I said, He... He is a straight old man."
"Can I meet him?" Veerion asked, pushing the limit.
Vahn shook his head regretfully.
"Unfortunately not. My master is in secluded cultivation. After giving me his guidance, he instructed me to face the Mortal World by myself to temper my will and experience."
Veerion was clearly unsatisfied but had no solid grounds to press the issue further without losing face.
Instead, he quickly changed his tone to an apologetic one, realizing he might have misjudged the situation.
"You see, Damien Infernos, I am originally here in the city to find the Heretic: Vahn Necrotis and the Witch since they were last seen here.
But then your rapid progress and achievements caught my ears. That's why I am a little suspicious of you. I wanted if you're connected to them someway."
The elders jaw nearly dropped onto the floor. If that really happens, their whole Clan might be wiped from the world.
Their temples were already covered in cold sweat, waiting for Damien's firm denial.
But, Vahn didn't make any exaggerated reaction. He just smiled lightly, as if he found the accusation ridiculous.
He instantly raised his left hand toward Veerion and blazed it with scorching red Fire Qi. The aura was potent, aggressive, and undeniably Fire Affinity.
"Do you need more proof, Your Excellency?" Vahn challenged, letting the flame dance in his palm.
Veerion was momentarily stunned. From what he had heard, the heretic Vahn Necrotis only possessed the Light Affinity. Fire affinity was not something that could be awakened, then mastered at such proficiency in such a little time. The proof was right there.
Veerion's suspicions eased significantly.
Vahn seized the opportunity to solidify his narrative and hatred.
"Anyway, that heretic is the reason I failed at the Holy Ascension Stairway. I am definitely going to get revenge for that," Vahn replied, seething with genuine-sounding hatred.
"If that's the case, I shall sincerely wait for you to arrive at White Lotus Sanctuary, Damien Infernos."
Veerion stood up, intending to leave.
The elders and the Patriarch also stood to see him off with respect. Though they were older than the Holy Son, the other party was stronger and more influential, his status comparable to that of an envoy of the Holy Emperor itself.
Vahn watched the exchange with an impassive face.
After the Holy Son's departure, the Patriarch and elders were completely convinced of Damien's sincerity and power.
Vahn then went directly to his room, fully expecting to be alone, but he found Lilith already there, sitting on his bed and waiting for him.
Her expression was grave. She immediately explained her disappearance. "I saw him, Vahn. Veerion. He is incredibly powerful, and his purpose here was to catch my traces. I couldn't risk him detecting my core presence. It wasn't... not that I am a coward, but I had to disappear for your safety."
Vahn listened, understanding the extreme risk she had taken. The cold reality of being hunted by the highest powers hit him hard.
He walked over and made a bold move. He hugged her supple body warmly, expressing his gratitude for her protective consideration.
He said gently beside her ears, "Lilith, I know. You're the one who is protecting me, but I promise. One day, I will protect you even if it means going against the World."
The unexpected warmth and fierce vow of loyalty broke through Lilith's cold exterior. She shed tears, moved by the selfless emotion she had never once felt in her long, solitary life.
Emotional Connection: 51%(↑21%)
Physical Connection: 61% (↑19%)
Their Physical and Mental Connection increased exponentially through this profound emotional bond. The spiritual surge triggered an immediate system response:
[ Rewards Gained: Darkness Affinity +100%, and Nuclear Dragon Sword (Heaven), Invincible Dao Heart ]
The second reward sounded too powerful.
As he looked into System Log, the Heaven Grade Greatsword made of black dragon's bones, named the Nuclear Dragon Sword manifested onto his eyes in its full glory.
This magnificent weapon was capable of applying his power by 5 times, and its destructive capabilities were immense.
Vahn didn't have any experience wielding a Great Sword. But after examining this monstrous weapon, he was very much willing to learn.
But time was at the essence.
Nevertheless, with this Heaven Grade Greatsword now in his arsenal, Vahn was completely ready to dominate the Seven Saintesses Competition.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC78: Holy Ascension Stairway Again
Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Holy Ascension Stairway Again
Using a valuable Transportation Artifact, Lilith brought Vahn to the Imperial City of the Holy Light Empire.
The city was already in a festive mood, for this was the day of the New Emperor's Coronation Ceremony. Every corner of the city buzzed with activity as Projection Artifacts displayed the ceremony live. The artifacts showed the New Emperor, Tristan Light, solemnly taking over the Imperial Throne with a Sacred Vow. Beside him, the Second Prince, Tyrion Light, stood with a seemingly harmless smile.
Vahn, however, watched the Second Prince intently.
"Don't get close to that Second Prince yet, Vahn," Lilith warned, her voice low and serious. "I can feel the darkness within him that he is concealing from the world flawlessly."
Vahn could only nod, filing away the face of the enigmatic Second Prince and the unsettling warning.
"You should take a Thunder Bird Ride and head to the White Lotus Sanctuary. I will stay here, and wait for the Competition to begin."
"The Competition is going to be held in this City?" Vahn asked.
"Yes. It's going to be held in the Royal Colosseum."
"Ah, that's why the City feels so crowded," Vahn said, gazing at the sky. He watched people pouring into the city on their Flying Swords, Thunder Birds, White Cranes, Phoenixes, and even Dragons were seen. The sight confirmed the massive scope and importance of the upcoming Seven Saintesses Competition.
Vahn knew he could not delay any longer.
Vahn soared into the sky on the back of a majestic Thunder Bird, leaving the vibrant chaos of the Imperial City below. The powerful creature cut through the clouds, heading toward the sacred peak where the White Lotus Sanctuary stood.
As he flew, the gravity of his mission settled in, along with Lilith's final, crucial suggestion echoing in his mind:
"Tell everything about your suffering to Seraphina, she might join us once she learns their True Faces. She loves you after all."
Seraphina. The name invoked a flood of complicated emotions. Lilith was urging him to use the deepest bond he had as a strategic weapon.
But would she really follow him to the journey of a uncertain end?
Within four hours, he reached his destination: the Holy Ascension Stairway. The same perilous stairway he had climbed as Vahn.
The same place where he crushed Damien's dream.
But this time, Damien was not the same defeated youth. The world didn't know.
He landed near the base, the familiar, suffocating spiritual pressure of the Stairway already bearing down. This time, he didn't aim for mere entry. He was going to make a statement.
He decided to climb 500 steps, which was the requirement to become an Inner Court disciple.
The inner court diciple prestige would solidify his status as a true prodigy and give him maximum visibility before the competition.
Vahn looked up, seeing many aspirants climbing the stairs with mad fervor and determination, especially with the Seven Saintesses Competition at hand. The spiritual pressure radiating off the ancient steps was already testing the resolve of every single cultivator present.
He took a deep breath, his mind calm and focused. He was no longer the defeated youth of the past.
But as soon as Vahn took his first step onto the Holy Ascension Stairway, the entire scene turned chaotic.
HUMMMM!
The Holy Ascension Stairway hummed with an ancient noise.
HUMMMM! HUMMM....
It wasn't the usual grueling pressure; it was a profound, resonating acknowledgement that seemed to recognize an Unparalleled Prodigy.
Golden light erupted from the stair Vahn stood upon, shooting upward and bathing the surrounding area in a brilliant, sacred glow. The light wasn't just visual; it was a physical force that instantly alleviated the spiritual pressure on the steps around him, but intensified a hundredfold on the single step Vahn occupied.
Cultivators who were already struggling on higher steps were momentarily dazed by the sudden shift in energy, many faltering or falling back. They stared down at the base in astonishment.
The pressure Vahn felt was immense, a crushing weight designed to shatter the very will of a cultivator. But Vahn's Void Refining Physique and his Unyielding Dao Heart didn't break; they rejoiced. The immense pressure was instantly converted into a torrent of usable spiritual energy, accelerating his already blazing cultivation pace.
Vahn took his second step, and the golden light followed, drawing the stunned eyes of every cultivator, elder, and Holy Son present at the Sanctuary.
They were shocked.
He was not just climbing the stairs; he was triggering an ancient reaction reserved for talents that appear once in a millennium.
"He-he already crossed 100 steps!" one aspirant from below muttered in disbelief.
"Elder Mao, which family's prodigy is this?" an elder asked another, looking equally shocked.
"I don't either, Elder Roland. He just appeared from nowhere!"
Once Vahn crossed 300 steps without any visible struggle, the resident elders of the Sanctuary couldn't stay idle any longer. This wasn't just a good talent; this was a fundamental shift in the Holy Land's potential future.
"A Inner Court Talent has appeared!"
"Quick, someone inform our Peak Master at once! We must get him into our side before anyone else..."
"Yes, Elder. This disciple will inform at once!"
Everyone was like ants on a hot pan. They wanted to poach this Once-In-a-Millennium talent for themselves.
The competition for Vahn had just begun, not just with other aspirants, but with the Sanctuary's own powerful Peak Masters.
Vahn paid the commotion no mind. He was focused on stepping onto the 500th step to gain his Inner Court status. And earn some attention from the higher ups to let him join the Seven Saintesses Competition.
Just as Vahn neared the crucial 500th step, he glanced toward the location where Holy Son Veerion stood.
Holy Son Veerion's immediate, visible reaction was a wide smile. He quickly turned to the frantically moving elders and projected his voice, thick with public pride:
"Elders, there's no need to make yourselves busy. I know him well. He will be joining our Drunken Master's Peak."
The elders looked surprised. "Oh, you know the boy, Veerion? Who is he? How did he come into your attention?" they questioned, surprised he had secured such a monumental talent.
Veerion crossed his arms, basking in the sudden prestige. "He is Damien Infernos from Fire Cloud City. I was originally there in search for that heretic, but I didn't think I would find such a promising talent there." He said boastfully, not knowing Vahn was mocking him inside.
Fool, what are you getting all smiley for? Vahn thought.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC79: New Master?
Chapter 79: Chapter 79: New Master?
Vahn deliberately stopped at the 501st step. He knew this was enough to earn maximum attention while keeping his full talent at bay. Only a foolish person would reveal a higher potential than necessary.
The moment he stopped, the humming and golden light subsided. But Vahn also heard a deeper calling from the Stairway itself, something like a desperate, ancient cry for help. It was likely a residual spirit or artifact related to the true secret of the Stairway, a calling reserved for a cultivator with a unique core like his. But Vahn couldn't cross 10,000 steps just yet; he needed to stick to the plan. Whoever or whatever was calling would have to wait.
"Young man, Congratulations! Congratulations! You have great potential in you," shouted one ecstatic elder.
"I would love to take you into My Peak, but alas, that drunken bastard got really lucky," lamented another, clearly referencing the Drunken Master.
Once he stepped down, several elders and Peak Masters gathered around him, practically jostling to become his master. Even Elder Roland was present. Vahn watched him, finding a cynical amusement in the thought: If he knew I was the same boy who beat his nephew Gareth, how would he feel then?
Nevertheless, Vahn followed Veerion, his proclaimed escort, to the Drunken Master Peak.
While flying on Veerion's Flying Sword, Vahn decided to use the time to achieve two goals: intelligence gathering and Strength development.
Since he would no longer want to ride on others' coattails, he mentally noted to learn a Movement Technique that would allow him to fly as well.
But still, standing behind Veerion, his enemy, and successfully infiltrating a Core Peak, Vahn felt a strange sense of thrill. He was deep in the enemy's den, and no one could even recognize him.
He was deeply thankful for Lilith's disguise; it was truly flawless, just as she claimed.
Upon arriving at the Drunken Master Peak, Vahn was met with a scene of picturesque chaos. The Peak was very spacious but unkempt. And the air was dense with the scent of fermented spirits.
Vahn was led to the central hall where the Drunken Master sat, an old man with perpetually flushed cheeks and an easy, disarming smile.
The Master was immediately warm and boisterous.
"Young man, you must be the fire prodigy Veerion brought me! Come, come, sit!" the Drunken Master slurred happily, offering Vahn a jug that smelled dangerously potent.
Vahn exchanged pleasantries with the old man, and their conversation quickly devolved into a surprisingly warm-hearted and comedic exchange. The Drunken Master was clearly less concerned with politics and more interested in good wine and genuine talent.
Vahn observed the Peak's sparse population. There were only Veerion and one other young girl who were his only disciples, and Vahn was now proposed to be included as one.
Vahn, however, truthfully didn't want any master from his enemies. He knew that once they learned his true identity, they wouldn't hesitate to cut him down.
To the old man's question about taking him as a disciple, Vahn played the card of the devoted student. He cupped his fist and replied with sincere regret,
"Elder, I am deeply honored by your offer. However, I already have a powerful master who granted me his guidance. I would need to ask my master to gain permission to accept another master."
The old man was momentarily displeased, his lips forming a pout. But then he laughed heartily, finding the situation amusing. He jokingly slapped Vahn on the back, a deceptively powerful blow that Vahn's new Shadow-Woven Inferno Cuirass silently absorbed.
"Haha! This old man has many Fire Arts in his collection, so you should hurry if you want to learn them!"
Vahn nodded respectfully, "Thank you esteem elder. I will talk it out with my Master soom then give you my answer."
"Blurp... That's good. Till then, you can choose a spare Cave and live here."
That's how he successfully delayed the Master Discipleship ceremony for now.
Afterward, as Veerion left for his duties, the young maiden approached him.
"Junior brother, it's nice to have another additional member to the family. My name is Kimon Dellhaze, an Inner Court disciple just like you."
She introduced herself in a warm tone. She was beautiful, gentle, but Vahn noted she wasn't on the level of his wives.
Still, he politely cupped his fist. "The pleasure is mine, Senior Sister. My name is Va, no, Damien Infernos." He nearly slipped out his original name, but fortunately stopped before she could take it suspiciously. "Since we're in the same circle, I hope we would get along well."
"Indeed we will," Kimon replied. "Now, follow me. I will show you a good Cultivation Cave."
And that's how Vahn spent the rest of his day. He accepted the cave and settled in.
However, In the evening, Vahn quietly slipped from the Peak, using his Shadow Transformation Art.
Kimon didn't notice a thing; she assumed he was cultivating inside his cave quietly, as she had her own cultivation to attend to.
But one person noticed his disappearance after unconsciously using his Spirit Sense to propel himself: the Drunken Master.
Sleepy and drunk, the Master murmured, "Burp, where did this brat disappear at this hour? What secret is he hiding?"
He extended his formidable Spirit Sense further, spanning from the towering peak to the very bottom, covering dozens of kilometers.
And soon, he saw Damien.
The old man's eyes narrowed, not with suspicion or coldness, but with amusement.
He saw Vahn sitting on top of a tree, cross-legged, bathing under the moonlight, quietly cultivating.
"What a diligent brat... cultivating under moonlight to increase the cultivation speed. But still, have our caves' cultivation arrays become so weak nowadays that he had to resort to going outside? If other people find out about this, wouldn't I lose face? No, no, I will have to ask old man Dulhando to upgrade all cultivation arrays immediately."
Afterward, he retracted his Spirit Sense, leaving Vahn alone to his business, convinced the new disciple was simply a hardworking young man obsessed with finding the strongest ambient Qi.
But the moment his spirit sense was retracted, Vahn disappeared once again. And this time no one took notice.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC80: Seraphina's Answer
Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Seraphina's Answer
Vahn, in his Shadow Transformation Art, moved like an untraceable shadow through the pre-dawn darkness, heading straight for Serenity's Peak. He urgently needed to meet with Seraphina.
His decision to move now, coupled with his ability to evade the powerful Drunken Master's surveillance, hinged on his unique abilities.
As for how he managed to sense the old man's spiritual probe, it was because of his terrifyingly high Light Affinity. Each person's Spirit Sense bears traces of their individual affinities. The old Drunken Master's Spirit Sense was Light element infused, and Vahn could sense its approach long before it physically reached him. The heightened sensitivity of his Light Affinity gave him a massive, undetectable warning system.
Those confirmed affinity upgrades from his bonds with his wives were definitely not a waste. They gave Vahn terrifying control over his elements, making him highly sensitive to matching or opposing elemental signatures.
Once he reached the peak, he was met with serene scene.
He saw Seraphina standing near a cliff, watching the night horizon. She appeared perfectly calm and composed.
Seeing her peaceful demeanor, Vahn couldn't help but be struck by doubt: "Was she not worried about me at all? Were all my efforts in increasing the Connection wasted?"
For a moment, he thought she might not even remember him; he was just a passing memory. He thought he should leave already.
But, Vahn realized, these were all his misconceptions.
Nevertheless, he had to do what he came here for. He needed to know her answer. At the very least, she wouldn't hand him over to the enemies; he had this much faith in her.
So, he quickly came out of his shadow form and approached her from behind.
Seraphina noticed his presence almost immediately.
But as soon as she turned around, Vahn saw a truly heartbreaking scene. Seraphina's eyes were brimming with shimmering tears, rolling down onto her cheek like a broken faucet.
Her face, usually serene and beautiful, now held dark circles that were visible even in the dim moonlight.
She hadn't been calm at all; she was suffering too.
Then, without warning, she rushed toward Vahn like a desperate child.
She hugged him by the neck, pressing her body against his body as if wanting to melt into him.
"Vahn, you're back... I am sorry, I am sorry..." she apologized as if this was the sentence she had been holding back and wanted to tell him so desperately.
Vahn was surprised she could recognize him even through the mask, still he didn't miss the true emotions of this loving woman.
He, who was now almost similar to Seraphina's height, caressed her golden hair from the back with a gentle expression.
From her tone, he already realized she might have already learned the truth of their forbidden marriage ritual.
"Seraphina, it's not your fault," he said gently.
"B-but... I stole your power away..." She said quivering with guilt.
"Can you somehow get it back? I don't want to carry this sin on my shoulders. Please!"
Her pleading was genuine and raw.
Vahn shook his head in response.
"Unfortunately not. Anyway we were all young and senseless back then. If I were that unreasonable, I wouldn't have come to like you."
"You like me?" Seraphina moved away slightly, looking stunned by the unexpected confession.
Vahn affirmed. "Yes... I love you, Seraphina Dawnlight. I wish to make you mine, forever, for eternity."
Seraphina's heart beat faster like a war drum. This was his first time hearing from his mouth that he liked her, he loved her.
Her heart, usually reserved, beat only for him, like a young girl falling in mad love for the first time.
But then, Vahn's next conditions made her pause.
"But, Seraphina, if you truly want to become my family, you cannot stay on the land that took everything from me. You might even need to go against your Elders and Patriarch for me. Are you willing to go that length?"
He gazed into her blue eyes.
"Still, I will not force you, Seraphina. You can remain on their side as you are now. But the next time, we'll be strangers, maybe even enemies. It is all up to you to choose..."
Seraphina was in internal conflict. Her mind screamed, "Going against my own Elders and kinsmen for a single man—will it be worth it?"
Her mind told her no. Going against her own elders, her kin, her entire lineage would destroy everything she had ever known.
But her heart whispered his name again and again.
Vahn.
The man she once hurt. The man she thought she had lost forever. Yet he stood before her, offering not hatred, but forgiveness and a love so deep it shook her very soul.
She finally stepped closer, tears gathering in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Vahn, maybe I am a fool... but I would rather walk into ruin with you than live a peaceful lie without you."
Her words hung in the cold air, soft yet powerful.
Vahn looked at her silently. For the first time, his usual composure faltered. His eyes softened and his breath grew chaotic.
"Seraphina..." he said her name as if it was sacred, something to be cherished.
She placed her trembling hands on his chest.
"No need say anything more, Vahn. I do not care if the world turns its back on me. You were my first bond, my first promise, and now, my choice."
Their eyes met. Words became unnecessary.
Seraphina slowly leaned closer until her lips brushed against his. The kiss began uncertain and tender, then grew deeper as all the emotions they had buried poured out together. It carried warmth, pain, forgiveness, and something entirely new.
Vahn's heart pounded like a drum in his chest. The world seemed to fade around them. The faint fragrance of her hair, the heat of her touch, the trembling in her breath—everything was burned into his soul.
He had kissed a woman for the first time.
The sensation was thrilling and euphoric. As if a sudden, blinding jolt of warmth and connection that made him instinctively want more.
He hugged her by the supple waist tightly against his own, seeking to get more warmth from her. The kiss deepened rapidly, fueled by desperate need and long-repressed emotion.
Very soon, it led to the fumbling, intoxicating tongue battle of two inexperienced virgins.
It was a beautiful and chaotic expression of the love and commitment that had just sealed their new, perilous destiny.
When they finally parted, Seraphina rested her forehead against his chest.
"From this moment on, I belong to you. Even if the path ahead is filled with struggle and destruction, I will always be with you."
Vahn smiled faintly and ran his finger over tender lips he just kissed.
"You will not be alone. We all are going to be one big happy family."
As night deepened, the full moon bathed Serenity's Peak in a gentle silver hue.
Two figures stood embraced beneath the night sky, bound not by duty or fate, but by the choice of their hearts.
[ Congratulations! Your Emotional Connection with Seraphina Dawnlight Increased by 21%, Physical Connection by 30% ]
Emotional Connection: 94%
Physical Connection: 65%
[ Rewards Gained: Light Affinity +200%, Fire Phoenix Wings (Art) ]
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC81: Begin
Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Begin
Until the middle of the night, Vahn spent time with Seraphina. He asked for more kisses, wanting to taste her lips more, and she complied submissively, equally interested.
While doing so, she also asked about his future plans.
Specifically, how would they go against the Seven Great Holy Lands when they were so weak?
In reply, he said, "I have a good idea, Seraphina. But for now, we're going to enter that Secret Realm and steal as many resources as we can. Then, we will head to that place."
Seraphina looked worried.
"Why do you need to go to that Secret Realm, Vahn? That secret realm is not only filled with Spirit Beasts, but also the Five other Saintesses will be there too. What if someone finds out about your true identity and tries to kill you?
Lilith can't enter since she's a fugitive. And my offensive powers are very lacking. I won't be able to protect you even if I wanted to.
I think you really shouldn't go there."
Vahn gently pulled back from their embrace.
His gaze remained focused on her. "Seraphina, I know your concerns are genuine, but we have no choice. The Seven Holy Lands are vast and powerful. To fight them, we need resources—not just a little, but enough to rapidly increase our strength.
That Secret Realm is a treasure trove, and the opportunity won't come again soon."
He touched Damien's face saying, "As for the other Saintesses, I am sure this disguise can help me pull it off. Besides, my Shadow Transformation Art is far more advanced than you know. And my overwhelming Light Affinity is the key. It allows me to sense their spiritual probes, including the Drunken Master's. I can evade them all."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper. "As for your fear of not being able to protect me, don't worry. I am stronger than you realize. I didn't come here just to steal. I came here to use this opportunity to create something precious; something that will be vital for our future plans. It is a risk we have to take to gain the power we desperately need. Do you trust me?"
Seraphina responded, "Yes. I trust you, Vahn," with hopeful eyes.
---
Vahn left Serenity's Peak when it was middle of the night.
From there, he directly went back to the cave on Drunken Master's Peak and started cultivating with mad fervor.
He had everything ready; now all he needed was a higher cultivation base.
He had just two days until the competition started, and he hoped to reach the Peak of Foundation Establishment or maybe form a Golden Core, if possible.
And that's how his secluded cultivation began.
He closed off all connection from the outside world completely.
Even when Veerion came to meet him, or Kimon came to guide him to the Inner Court as he was new, he still didn't leave.
They were helpless...
But thinking he might be at a major point of breakthrough, they didn't disturb him again.
The Drunken Master used his Spirit Sense to pry a few times, but he only saw Vahn's unmoving shadow, sitting cross-legged, deep into meditation.
"Sigh, I hope this brat doesn't turn out to be a cultivation maniac..." he muttered before going to his business: drinking wine.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
[ Status ]
[ Name: Vahn Necrotis ]
[ Title: Master Storyteller ]
[ Lifespan: 17 / 150 ]
[ Physique: Void Refining Physique ]
[ Cultivation Level: Foundation Establishment - Stage 9 ]
[ Cultivation Arts: Art Of Healing (Verse - 1), Nine Heavens Lightning Swords, Dream Manipulation Art, Shadow Transformation Art, Ancient Shadow Summoning Art, Infernal Spirit Summoning Art, Fire Phoenix Wings ]
[ Elemental Affinities: Light (Bonded), Darkness (Innate), Lightning (Merged), Fire (Bonded) ]
[ Special Skills: Divine Cook, Saber Mastery, Curse Monarch's Halo ]
Vahn glanced inward at his Dantian, which had now completely transformed into a Spiritual Ocean of potent, liquefied energy.
He had condensed millions—no, precisely 99,999,999 droplets of Qi, entirely converting the gaseous energy that once filled his Dantian.
The reason for this speed was the evolution of the Void Refining Manual's Second Technique. The Black Vortex had responded to his ambition and will, evolving into a true Black Hole that devoured all incoming spiritual energy like crazy, delivering potent, liquefied Qi on the other end.
Without this sudden, heaven-defying evolution, Vahn never would have made it to Foundation Establishment Stage 9. His requirement for breakthrough at each minor stage was massive, demanding energy that would take any ordinary person years to accumulate.
Yet, this monstrous requirement was not without its benefits.
He felt almost ten times stronger than before. Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators were nothing but inexperienced kids to him now.
He had a vast, deep reservoir of energy to feed his demanding Heaven Grade Arts and Weapons.
Coupled with the Void Refining Physique's incredible energy regeneration speed, he was a terrifying contender poised to overwhelm any participant.
The world still remained ignorant of his astonishing, Heaven-Defying cultivation speed.
But the time had come. They would all soon witness Vahn Necrotis's true might.
---
The whole Imperial City was electric.
Spectators from 20 Empires, and countless smaller kingdoms had already gathered in the Radiant City.
In just a few hours, the long-awaited clash between the continent's top prodigies and Saintesses would commence.
The Royal Colosseum, a colossal marble structure capable of holding up to ten million souls, was rapidly reaching full capacity.
The air inside the city walls buzzed with a constant, low roar and the collective sound of a realm eager for spectacle.
The VIPs and nobles, cloathed in fine silks and radiating spiritual pressure, were escorted to their reserved skyboxes with calm, entitled ease.
But down in the main stands, chaos reigned. Ordinary pass holders were forced to navigate a crushing, desperate tide of people just to reach their benches. Scuffles and brawls erupted every few seconds; elbows were thrown, curses were spat, and flashes of minor spiritual energy flared as onlookers literally fought over the best vantage points.
"Bastard! Get your filthy hand off my railing! I've been here since midnight!" a burly man roared, shoving a student.
"Look at that! Isn't that the Third Prince of the Azure Kingdom? I hear he has a chance to be chosen by the Fire Saintess this year!" a woman whispered excitedly, straining her neck.
"Yeah, I think Saintess Of Fire has a great chance of being at the top spot."
"Nonsense," a gruff voice countered. "The only one worth watching is the War Saintess, Aria Stormsong. Her talent is untouchable."
"Brother, I was so eager to watch Saintess Of Darkness dominate the battles like last time, but alas, I heard she will not be joining this time."
"I feel you brother. She was such a strong warrior. What a shame."
The sun finally crested the horizon, its first golden rays sweeping across the city's vast rooftops. As the light struck the colossal granite façade of the Colosseum, a deep, resonating gong echoed, drowning out the ten million voices for a single, pregnant moment of silence.
DONG!
The sound signaled the start of the Seven Saintesses Competition.
In the center of the massive arena, surrounded by protective barriers and a palpable tension, all the key figures were in position. All the prodigies stood ready, and all the Saintesses were in their respective ceremonial spots, their auras like beacons in the dawn light.
However, unseen by the millions and unsensed even by the powerful elders, shadows of a greater evil lurked. They were a dark current beneath the excited surface, a fate no amount of cultivation or military might could yet perceive.
The stage was set, the players were ready, and the whole world was watching, blind to the true forces at play.
How this Competition would end up, and what catastrophe it might birth, no one knew.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC82: A Failed Romance
Chapter 82: Chapter 82: A Failed Romance
"Junior brother Damien, we're going to participate in the Seven Saintesses Competition. Would you like to come along?"
As soon as Kimon said this, Vahn came out of the cave at once.
His skin and his masculine build felt different today, making Kimon momentarily dazed. He was definitely stronger than he was two days before, that much Kimon was sure of.
"Ah, my junior brother is handsome and talented... how will I keep my Dao heart steady from now?" she thought inwardly, feeling a flush creep onto her cheeks.
"Senior sister, shouldn't we go now?" Vahn asked, his tone calm as water.
"Ah, yes, yes...!" she stammered, pulling herself together.
Afterward, they gathered together with Drunken Master and Veerion, then headed toward the Imperial City.
Their speed was extreme, breaking the sound barrier, as they were supported by the Drunken Master's internal energy, which felt vast and bottomless.
Vahn's pupils shrank, instantly understanding the true, terrifying power of a Void Shattering Realm Cultivator. Still, it was incredible to think that even this profound expert couldn't see through his disguise.
'Lilith was truly awesome...,' he thought,
They arrived at the Imperial Colosseum just as the battles between the Outer Court Prodigies had begun.
The group was quickly ushered to their reserved Sky Viewing Box, a privileged vantage point high above the chaotic arena. Vahn watched as Veerion and Kimon immediately sought the Drunken Master's permission to join the competition below.
With a dismissive wave and the sound of gurgling wine, the Drunken Master allowed them to leave, settling back to his business of drinking.
Kimon, her cheeks flushed with excitement, turned to Vahn, asking for his good wishes. Receiving a calm nod and affirmation, she left jovially.
Vahn then focused his attention on the battles unfolding below.
The Colosseum floor was a staggering display of ancient power: it was lined with almost 100 mechanized battle platforms, each one lifted and stabilized by some powerful Array formation. This setup meant the arena held the capability to conduct 100 matches in a single session.
The number of participants was huge, as everyone wanted to prove themselves. But of course, only disciples of the Seven Great Holy Lands were allowed to participate. This rule was a clear and cynical move: they didn't want their valuable resources and recognition to go to the weaker Sects and Kingdoms outside their control.
Vahn watched the chaos, his calm exterior hiding the torrent of strategic calculations racing through his mind. These initial, brutal skirmishes were a perfect way to size up the competition.
Very soon, Vahn noticed a familiar sight on one of the platforms: a chubby young man walked onto the stage with determined footsteps.
Vahn instantly recognized him. This was Fatty Liam, the person who had helped Vahn multiple times without ever asking for anything in return. Liam was matched against a pretty boy who was condescending as he looked down upon Liam. Liam, meanwhile, appeared mature and calm.
Vahn already knew who would win.
Bang!
Liam blasted his opponent off the platform with a single swipe of his sword. The handsome young man had clearly never expected Liam to be so fast and powerful.
In the end, Liam left the platform with calm strides, but his eye turned briefly to one of the VIP boxes where a gorgeous young woman was clinging to another young man.
Liam's eyes held a deep sorrow he never wanted to show to the world.
Vahn, who was already aware of Liam's romantic life, instantly understood everything.
"So, she chose another man, huh..."
Vahn couldn't help but feel sad for Liam. He mentally made a note: after the competition was over, he would definitely meet him.
His eyes also caught vague images of 5 other Saintesses.
They rested on the grand thrones set just beside the Imperial Family on the topmost platform. The Supreme Elders, proud and haughty, were also seated there.
He couldn't see their faces clearly through the haze of distance and prestige, but he could sense the immense power radiating from them.
A cold realization settled over him. He had been incredibly lucky with the bondings of Seraphina, Lilith, and Flama. The other four, however, were hostile; taming them wouldn't be easy.
His attention then shifted to the Imperial platform. He noticed the New Emperor, Tristan, seated on his throne, watching everything with regal elegance. Beside him, the Second Prince, Tyrion Light, sat watching the proceedings with his signature, unsettlingly amused smile. Something about Tyrion felt deeply unsettling to Vahn, but for the moment, he could do nothing.
His senses, sharpened by the bond, searched for Lilith. Though others couldn't see her real face, Vahn could sense her easily. She sat amidst the commoners' seats, perfectly blending in with the millions of excited spectators.
Nevertheless, for now, he focused on the competition. Although Seraphina had committed to choosing him as her follower after the competition, he still had to show some undeniable talent to convince those Top Dogs that "Damien Infernos" was worthy to enter the Secret Realm.
In the blink of an eye, six hours passed.
The battles had been swift but largely unexciting, as these were the matches between Outer Court disciples. The top powerhouses found no joy in watching these small skirmishes. To them they still learning to crawl on path of immortality.
The final victors of the Outer Court Division were:
1: Liam Marvin from White Lotus Sanctuary. Vahn smiled faintly, glad to see his friend advance.
2: Prince Helix from Darkness Creed.
3 & 4: One male and one female disciple from Divine Forge Valley (the place where the Saintess of War, Aria, resided).
5 & 6: Two young women from Gorgonia (the Holy Land of Charm and Seduction, where the Saintess of Nature, Valeria Rosethorn, resided).
"Damn, what's with this result? Our Holy Land just got one seat in the Outer Court Division... What a disappointment." A gruff voice from a nearby viewing box grated across the excited murmurs of the crowd.
"You're right, brother," another voice chimed in, equally vexed. "But how the hell did those Seductresses from Gorgonia manage to secure two seats? They're supposed to rely on charm, not pure combat!"
"Sigh, this year's result is really weird. Divine Forge Valley also secured two seats, while The Zenith Spires and The Frostgate Bastion got none."
(Vahn instantly connected the names: The Zenith Spires, the Holy Land of Stars and Divination, and The Frostgate Bastion for the Holy Land Of Ice and Purity. Their absence from the Outer Court victors meant their power was probably concentrated in the Inner Court Division.)
That meant, Vahn was going get hell of a competition.
The speaker continued, "It's going to be an unpredictable year. Now we wait for the Inner Court. That's where the real talent, and the real slaughter, begins."
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC83: The Man Of The Hour
Chapter 83: Chapter 83: The Man Of The Hour
Finally, it was the Inner Court's turn.
All the top prodigies of the Inner Court began to compete according to the arrangements decided by a lottery system. The level of spiritual energy flaring across the arena instantly became several magnitudes higher.
Vahn was waiting for the right opportunity—a moment where a decisive move would yield the highest impact.
Very soon, that opportunity arrived.
Inner Court disciples from the White Lotus Sanctuary were suffering repetitive defeats at the hand of a single person.
An Inner Court disciple from The Zenith Spires (Divination Land) named Falco stood alone on a massive platform, arrogant and domineering. He pointed his great spear into the sky and roared,
"See this, My Master! I have defeated all the White Lotus Petals just as I swore I would! I have taken revenge for the shame years ago when Elder Siegfried from White Lotus defeated you so humiliatingly. And today, I have taken revenge from all of their proud Disciples!"
Hearing his declaration, the crowd didn't think Falco was being arrogant—he had genuinely defeated all the Inner Court disciples from White Lotus with crushing finality.
"Oh my, is this all White Lotus has?" a seductive maiden from Gorgonia mocked from the sidelines, leaning on her spear. "And here I thought I might marry into one of them as a Dao Partner... What a shame!"
"Forget them. White Lotus is nothing without their Saintess," declared a young man from the same Zenith Spires. "They are losers. Marry me instead. I will keep you safe forever."
"Hehehe... That might actually be true, Warrior. White Lotus has no spine or power," echoed another voice.
All the other Holy Lands began to gang up on White Lotus, seizing the chance to mock them publicly. The White Lotus disciples felt a burning shame and humiliation, especially since this was happening on their own turf in the Imperial City.
Patriarch Dimidium, the leader of the White Lotus delegation, roared from his privileged seat, his face scarlet with fury. "This is ridiculous! Is there no one brave in our Inner Court to challenge him? Useless! All of you are useless!"
Still, no one dared to step forward. Most of their top warriors had suffered crushing defeats in Falco's hands; his terrifying Power of Thousand Stars had shown no mercy to the White Lotus disciples.
The humiliation was complete, and the platform stood vacant.
Even Zephya, standing beside Seraphina in the main viewing platform, felt the sting of humiliation.
"Master, I am going," she declared, her usually gentle face tight with anger. "I am going to teach that rude person some lesson he would never forget."
Seraphina stopped her, holding her little hand firmly. "Just wait, Zephya. Someone is going to do that in your place."
Zephya's eyes widened, seeing the same infatuated look on her master's face—the look she reserved only for that person.
'Could it be... he really came back?' she thought inwardly, a strange, burning anticipation running through her veins.
Meanwhile, Vahn, who had been sitting idle until now, suddenly stood up in their secluded Sky Viewing Box.
The Drunken Master raised a bushy eyebrow at him. "Where are you going now, boy?"
Vahn replied, his voice low but vibrating with feigned fury, matching his carefully crafted angry expression. "Elder, I cannot stand by while my seniors are humiliated. I am going to kill him."
The Drunken Master's jaw nearly dropped onto the floor, spraying a mouthful of wine. "Pfft... Don't speak nonsense, Brat! There is no need to get emotional. He is a Golden Core practitioner, while you are just Foundation Establishment. You cannot win!"
"Who said I cannot win?" Vahn's tone suddenly turned domineering and loud. He met the Drunken Master's wide-eyed gaze with an unyielding intensity. "As long as it's a matter of our Holy Land's pride and honor, I will win!"
With that dramatic declaration, he launched himself over the railing of the Sky Box and dropped like a falling meteor toward the arena floor.
BANG!
Under everyone's awestruck eyes, he landed straight onto the battle platform where Falco had been cackling arrogantly just moments before. Stone and dust erupted and rose high into the air, momentarily obscuring the scene.
When the debris settled, Vahn's figure was revealed, standing tall and resolute, holding a massive Greatsword in his hand.
Not just the Drunken Master, but every person in the ten-million-strong crowd was surprised by his sudden, reckless, and dramatic entrance. The entire colosseum blanketed into a shocked silence.
Falco, his spear still pointing triumphantly at the sky, slowly turned to face the newcomer. A frown replaced his arrogance.
"Who the hell are you now?" Falco sneered, eyeing Vahn's figure, drapped in white and blue robes. "I finished my sweeping of the White Lotus trash. Get off my platform, Foundation Establishment ant!"
Zephya was puzzled after seeing an unfamiliar face. "Wait.. That's not my master's husband.. But why is master still looking with same gaze? What's going on?"
Seraphina indeed looked at Vahn's figure with love and affection in her eyes.
Vahn stood firm amidst the lingering dust, the enormous Greatsword resting on his shoulder. His voice, enhanced by a subtle spiritual technique, resonated clearly across the suddenly silent Colosseum.
"I am Damien Infernos, a proud Inner Court disciple of the White Lotus Sanctuary! Your petty insults against my Holy Land end here, Falco," Vahn declared, his tone cold and steeped in righteousness. "You claimed my sect has no spine? Then prepare to be crushed by the spine you failed to see!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Vahn moved.
He didn't waste time on posturing. He lunged forward with devastating speed, the massive Nuclear Dragon Greatsword blurring as he channeled immense power into a strike.
Destruction Sword!
BOOM!
The air screamed as the greatsword slammed into Falco's expertly braced Heaven Grade spear. The clash didn't just meet a sound barrier; it created a localized shockwave that rippled out, causing spectators in the lower seats to instinctively shield their faces.
Falco grunted, his arrogant smile instantly wiped away, replaced by a face of shock and pain. The sheer physical force behind Vahn's strike was utterly disproportionate to his supposed Foundation Establishment level.
Falco's superior cultivation base might have held the spear steady, but the ground beneath his feet cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and he was violently pushed back several steps in this initial, devastating exchange.
The Colosseum erupted instantly.
"He pushed back a Golden Core expert with one blow!"
"Who is that young man with red hair? I've never seen him before!"
"Oh My! White Lotus has a hidden genius!" the White Lotus disciples roared, their
humiliation instantly forgotten, replaced by a surging tide of hope and fury.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC84: Vermilion
Chapter 84: Chapter 84: Vermilion
Falco stumbled backward while feeling the pain in his arms from the clash.
"Impossible! You... you're an ant!" he roared as the remnants of his arrogance shattered like glass.
The collective roar of the crowd who were now cheering for Vahn, only fueled his rage more.
He had come for victory; he would not be shamed by a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"Die, you ant! Power of Thousand Stars!"
With a deafening snarl, Falco poured his entire Golden Core energy into his spear.
The weapon wasn't just gold; it became a brilliant, blinding supernova.
Hundreds of tiny, rapidly spinning cores of concentrated star energy coalesced around the spearhead, forming a terrifying cone of destructive power.
He didn't bother to fight Vahn head-on again.
Whoosh!
With a massive heave, he launched the spear like a missile, a literal stream of deadly, condensed stars aimed straight for Vahn's heart.
"Shsssss"
The air shrieked and tore itself apart as the deadly projectile hurtled across the platform.
And yet Vahn didn't even flinch.
But a deep resonant pulse of spiritual energy erupted from his body, and with a swift, elegant motion, two massive wings of crimson and gold flame burst into existence from his back.
They were not mere projections but wings of terrifying, kinetic fire: Fire Phoenix Wings.
With a single, powerful flap, Vahn shot straight up into the air, dodging the blinding spear by a hair's breadth. The spear, robbed of its target, slammed into the stone where Vahn had stood only a moment before.
KA-BOOM!
The resulting explosion was catastrophic. A crater large enough to swallow a small house instantly formed, and the shockwave nearly swept the few remaining spectators from the lower stands.
Falco watched this wide eyes as his killing strike had been evaded so effortlessly.
Vahn landed lightly on the edge of the crater, the Fire Phoenix Wings folding back into his body in a shimmer of gold and red.
He then pointed the massive Nuclear Dragon Greatsword at the stunned Falco.
"You are too proud of your power of stars, Falco. Let me show you a power that devours them!" Vahn declared, his voice echoing with absolute certainty.
With a dramatic, theatrical sweep of his arm, Vahn thrust his Greatsword into the cracked platform.
Instantly, a massive, swirling pillar of intense, purplish-black flame erupted from the ground around him, climbing high into the sky. The temperature in the arena immediately increased, causing gasps and muttered curses from cultivators who felt their protective spiritual energies being strained.
Vahn closed his eyes. Then a single ancient word echoed in the silence between the cheers and the gasps:
"Awaken."
Buzz!
The black flames swirled faster, condensing and solidifying. From the heart of the inferno emerged a being of pure, raw power.
It was a humanoid Fire Spirit, towering over Vahn and Falco, its form made of blazing Flames and Magma. Its skin was the color of volcanic rock, crisscrossed with lines of glowing, red-hot magma.
It had two horns sprouted from its brow, it eyes were like two Infernos.
It exuded a palpable aura of ancient commanding might.
Vahn summoned him using Infernal Spirit Summoning Art!
But even he was surprised by this entity's aura.
The sheer, crushing pressure emanating from the newly summoned entity sent a paralyzing wave across the entire colosseum.
The Golden Core cultivators found their knees buckling, and even the Elders in the Sky Viewing Boxes felt a shiver of fear run through their spines.
Patriarch Dimidium's mouth hung open in suprise. "That pressure. It's must be a Commander-level spirit! No, it's something more. Could it be a King?!"
The Drunken Master spurted wines from his mouth again, "W-what in the blazes! That's not any spirit beast! What kind of summoning art is that?! It's a genuine Infernal Spirit! How could that Foundation Establishment brat summon this?"
Across the arena, Seraphina's eyes sparkled.
"He always does things spectacularly," she whispered in love.
Flama Astoria, who was just a few feet away from Seraphina, was completely mystified.
'Just what kind of art allowed this 'Damien Infernos' to summon such a high Level Fire Spirit?!'
And why did she had this familiar feeling as if she had seen him before?
The other Saintesses also took notice. But they said nothing.
Meanwhile, the Infernal Spirit, Vermilion, turned its sapphire gaze toward its new opponent. It didn't speak, but It's blazing flames around it spoke the volume of its power.
"Break Him!"
Along with the command, Vahn tossed his massive Nuclear Dragon Greatsword to the spirit.
Vermilion caught the weapon with a nonchalant ease that made the heavy sword look like a toy.
It admired the Greatsword for a moment, then it took a single, deliberate step toward Falco.
The ground beneath its feet cracked further.
Falco, though terrified, was a warrior on his own right. He had to act. He pickrd his spear out of the ground, channeling his spiritual energy one last time.
"Don't think a summoned beast can frighten me! Taste my power!"
He rushed forward, striking with blinding speed.
CLANG!
Vermilion didn't dodge. It simply swung the Greatsword with brutal, untamed force.
The clash was bone breaking. Falco's spear was flung wide, and his arms gone numb.
The spirit was ruthlessly efficient. There was no finesse, only unadulterated power and killing intent.
Bang!
Vermilion stomped its foot, sending a vertical ripple of spiritual force through the platform that slammed into Falco's chest, knocking the air from his lungs and sending him staggering.
Ahhh!"
Before Falco could recover, Vermilion launched itself into the sky with a massive leap. Then it descended immediately with the enormous Nuclear Dragon Greatsword held high, bathed in the infernal glow of the spirit's energy.
BAM!
The spirit bashed Falco's figure with the flat of the enormous blade. The hit was non-lethal, but it was absolute.
CRASH!
Falco was sent flying across the platform, skidding to a stop at the edge, coughing up a mouthful of blood and dust. His armor was dented, his cultivation unstable, and his will completely broken.
He was defeated utterly and definitively by a single hit from a summoned entity.
"Heavens! Truly A Magnificent Victory!"
The entire White Lotus delegation erupted in a delirious cheer that shook the foundations of the Imperial City.
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