MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC91: Grand Finale (2)
Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Grand Finale (2)
The final confrontation began without the usual posturing. The stakes were too high, the animosity real, and the desire for ultimate victory absolute. Aria Stormsong, fueled by pure martial aggression and pride, faced Flama Astoria, whose newly enhanced flames pulsed with dangerous, unpredictable power.
"Don't you dare hold back, Flama!" Aria roared, her eyes burning with challenging fire. Her massive greatsword instantly became enveloped in a furious storm of chaotic, amethyst lightning. She launched herself forward, a blur of pure kinetic energy.
Clash of Elemental Fury
Flama did not back down. She threw her four massive cauldrons forward, not as weapons, but as anchors. From them, she unleashed the Coiling Crimson Serpent (Fire Art). Four massive pythons, composed of churning, sentient crimson flame, sprang out and wrapped around Aria's charging figure.
CRACKLE! WHOOSH!
Aria's chaotic lightning met the crimson fire.
The energy released was so immense it didn't just cause sound; it created a brief, blinding flash that temporarily overwhelmed the spectators' sight.
The Crimson Serpents were momentarily held in check, their forms flickering violently as the lightning tried to vaporize them.
Rumble!
Aria broke free with a burst of her Heaven-Shattering Thunder Blade, leaving behind a trail of superheated air and scorched earth. She was a whirlwind of motion, her greatsword strikes leaving cracks in the very foundation of the platform.
But Flama was different now. She was reckless, yet terrifyingly effective. She tapped into the source of her Transformed Soul in her Golden Core, channeling a chaotic spiritual energy that felt both familiar and alien.
Flama unleashed Cthulu Phoenix Conflagration, an Art far beyond her usual capabilities.
Buzz!
Her flames turned from bright red to a hungry, chaotic purplish-black. She conjured a Phoenix that was less a construct of fire and more an absence of light, a vacuum of heat that consumed everything in its pat
h.
"Thunder God's Wrath!"
Recognizing the existential danger of the black fire, Aria planted her greatsword, channeling her power into a static defense.
In an instant, a dome of crackling, dense Amethyst Lightning formed around her, designed to diffuse and nullify any elemental attack, no matter how potent.
The Cthulhu Phoenix slammed into the Thunder God's Wrath.
The chaotic flame battled the controlled lightning, pushing Aria's defenses to the absolute limit. Though the black flame was terrifying, Aria's experience gave her a sliver of advantage.
Recognizing that her static defense would eventually crumble, Aria tapped into a profound power reserved for only the most dire circumstances.
A Heaven Grade Art:
"Tribulation Lightning Sword!"
RUMBLE!
From the heavens above, not just the sky, a searing torrent of purplish-black lightning that resembled a true Heavenly Tribulation slammed down and converged onto Aria's greatsword. The energy was destructive, purifying, and irresistible.
Aria unleashed this focused, terrifying power through her blade toward Flama.
Flama instantly recalled her four cauldrons to block the attack, stacking them one upon the other, but they were futile.
The raw, divine force of the Tribulation Lightning Sword tore through the cauldrons as if they were made of clay.
Bang!
A backlash of spiritual energy and fractured metal slammed into Flama. She cried out, her energy reserves depleted, and she was thrown violently onto the ground.
Aria, still channeling the terrifying energy, stopped the descent of the Tribulation Lightning Sword just inches from Flama's head.
The lightning retracted, leaving the air sizzling and Flama defeated.
Aria Stormsong Won!
The Proud Warrior had triumphed, relying on the Heaven Grade Cultivation Art.
As allies of the same Righteous Faction, it was natural they wouldn't harm each other drastically. Flama was defeated, but unharmed.
Next, an extraordinarily handsome man with long silver hair gracefully floated to the center of the Colosseum, his voice amplified by immense spiritual energy.
"Dear guests and Elders, we have found Our Champion of this year's Grand Competition! As you all can see, it is Aria Stormsong!"
Instantly, the Colosseum erupted into a cacophony of noise. Cheers, love confessions, adoration, and shouts of respect swelled up from the ten million spectators. Aria stood on the platform with a proud, fierce smile, her purple hair billowing in the wind, bathing in the glory of her victory.
Once the cheers subsided, the announcer continued, his tone turning serious yet reassuring.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as most of you know, it has been months since the Demonic Faction made any significant movement. And it is all thanks to our Holy Saintesses, who stand as our steadfast protectors. Let's give them all a warm applause!"
As he spoke, the Six Saintesses gathered in the sky, forming a majestic horizontal line. Each one radiated a calm and powerful presence, a visual testament to the strength of the Righteous Faction. Their very presence assured the crowd that the protectors of righteousness were still alive and that the evil of the Demonic Faction stood no chance.
The announcer's gaze swept over the viewing boxes, landing finally on the areas reserved for the successful disciples.
"Now, let's welcome all the Top 6 winners of the Outer Court, Inner Court, and Holy Level Geniuses! Let us see if they have what it takes to catch one of our Saintesses' eyes and be chosen to become their follower, granting them passage into the Secret Realm!"
The stakes were immense. Becoming a Saintess's follower was not only a guarantee of fame and resources but also the key to the Secret Realm, a legendary training ground and potential source of peerless opportunity.
Hearing the announcement, the 18 winner became visibly tense. Every one of them desperately wanted to seize this opportunity.
All except one.
Vahn, who was watching from the Drunken Master's box, leaned back, a faint, almost bored expression on his face. He watched the nervous excitement of the other disciples with detached amusement. For them, this was the pinnacle of their ambition. For him, it was merely the final formality.
He knew exactly who would be choosing him, and he knew exactly what awaited him once he stepped through the Secret Realm's gate.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC92: Choice
Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Choice
The eighteen top winners, the crème de la crème of the Righteous Faction's younger generation were swiftly assembled on the central stage, their faces a mixture of strained anticipation and desperate hope.
Floating directly above them, the Six Saintesses: Aria, Flama Evelina, Celestine, Valeria, and Seraphina, regarded the disciples below with cool, scrutinizing, and judgmental gazes.
Among the anxious eighteen were the four winners representing the White Lotus Sanctuary: Liam, Vahn (Damien Infernos), Holy Son Veerion, and Holy Daughter Lumina. They naturally expected their own Saintess, Seraphina, to choose them first, but the rules were clear: the Saintesses could choose whomever they liked, irrespective of sect.
Valeria, Flama, Evelina, Celestine, and Aria all wore deeply thoughtful expressions, meticulously calculating the optimal choice to strengthen their respective delegations for the Secret Realm.
But Seraphina's posture was different. She seemed to have already made up her mind, her serene eyes fixed on a single figure.
Seraphina slowly extended her slender finger, prepared to make her selection. Her gaze was directed straight toward Vahn.
"I choose..."
But before the White Lotus Saintess could complete her sentence, a truly shocking event unfolded.
At that exact same moment, four other fingers belonging to Valeria Rosethorn, Flama Astoria, Evelina Frostheart, and even the victorious Aria Stormsong snapped out, all pointing directly at the same person:
Vahn!
Five of the six most powerful and beautiful women in the Righteous Faction spoke in a chaotic, synchronized flurry:
"I choose... Him!"
"He will follow me!"
"He'll be my first follower!"
"His power is necessary for my delegation!"
The entire Colosseum, filled with ten million people, went from buzzing anticipation to an absolute, deafening silence. Every single eye, from the nervous disciples to the shocked elders, was fixed on the solitary figure of Damien Infernos, who was now the subject of an unprecedented five-way selection battle among the Holy Saintesses.
Vahn, for the first time since his debut, allowed a fleeting look of genuine, if cold, surprise to cross his features. He had expected Seraphina. He had not expected the other four.
The only Saintess who didn't point was Celestine Starborn, the Oracle. She simply smiled, a cryptic, knowing look in her deep purple eyes, as if this chaotic outcome was the only destiny possible.
The silence that had gripped the Colosseum shattered into a flurry of competitive demands. Five Holy Saintesses floated above the stage, each fiercely vying for the attention of a single Foundation Establishment disciple: Vahn (Damien Infernos).
"My victory proves that only a true warrior can lead a delegation," Aria Stormsong declared, her lightning aura flaring. "His martial power is wasted on anyone else. He will follow me!"
"That is arrogance, Aria," retorted Evelina Frostheart, her voice frigid. "My delegation requires discipline and focused purity. His devotion to the White Lotus's honor shows the necessary focus. I claim him for the Frostgate Bastion!"
"Pure power is boring, darling," Valeria Rosethorn purred, her green eyes locked on Vahn. "The Secret Realm is about Nature and adaptation. His innate Fire and strength are a perfect match for my Nature Dao. He belongs with Life!"
Flama's reason for choosing him was the strange familiarity she felt. But she didn't say it loud.
Seraphina finally spoke, her serene mask cracking with quiet, intense possessiveness.
"He is a loyal disciple of the White Lotus. His righteous spirit was cultivated for our sect's benefit. He must be chosen by his own Saintess!"
Below the stage, the seventeen other top disciples, including the proud Holy Son Veerion and Holy Daughter Lumina, were utterly aghast. Their faces mirrored the envy of the entire crowd.
"Damn! Five Saintesses! For a Foundation Establishment kid? This Damien Infernos must have the luck of a true protagonist!"
"To be desired by the most powerful women in the world... I'd gladly take the insults!"
In the high-level viewing boxes, the elders and Patriarchs of the Holy Lands were utterly baffled. Patriarch Dimidium of the White Lotus was stammering, unable to comprehend his disciple's sudden, overwhelming popularity.
"Five... five Saintesses... is he the legendary reincarnated Daoist? Who is this boy!"
Into the chaos floated the silver-haired announcer. He paused dramatically, an amused glint in his eye, before amplifying his voice with spiritual energy.
"Hah! It seems our newest hero, Damien Infernos, is in high demand!" He chuckled, then gave Vahn a mock salute.
"Congratulations, young man! You have achieved what no other disciple in history has: five simultaneous requests! You must be a true prodigy of the heart, if nothing else!"
His tone immediately shifted back to formal. "However, according to the rules, in the case of a tie, the chosen disciple must make the final decision. Damien Infernos, please step forward."
The handsome announcer gestured grandly.
"This is a difficult choice, one that will certainly offend four of our Holy Saintesses. But tell us: Which Saintess do you wish to follow to the Secret Realm?"
Vahn, maintaining a veneer of humble surprise, stepped to the center of the stage. This was the moment his entire carefully constructed facade hinged upon. All eyes were on him, waiting for the choice that would either confirm his loyalty to the White Lotus or align him with a new, powerful patron.
---
Standing at the center of the vast stage, with the piercing gazes of five Holy Saintesses fixed upon him and the silence of ten million spectators heavy in the air, Vahn (Damien Infernos) executed the final, calculated move of his dramatic performance.
He performed a deep, humble bow, first to the victorious Aria Stormsong, then to the disappointed Flama Astoria, Evelina Frostheart, and Valeria Rosethorn. He maintained the image of the devoted, honest disciple, fully aware that choosing any of them would instantly give him greater political clout but utterly destroy the carefully constructed facade of loyalty he'd just built.
With perfect theatricality, he straightened up and turned to the one figure who truly mattered.
"Holy Saintesses, I am humbled beyond words by your faith in this unworthy disciple. However, I entered this competition only to restore the honor of the sect that gave me refuge and purpose." Vahn declared with emotion.
"I cannot, in good conscience, abandon the roots that have nurtured my spirit. My deepest loyalty and my sacred duty belong to the White Lotus Sanctuary."
He then looked directly at Seraphina. "Therefore, I humbly accept the grace of Saintess Seraphina and pledge my service to her delegation alone! I will follow only the Saintess of my own Sect!"
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC93: Endgame
Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Endgame
The announcement was met with a thunderous roar of approval from the White Lotus Sanctuary, and a wave of disappointed gasps from the rest of the arena.
Seraphina's face of serenity finally broke, replaced by a deep, radiant smile of vindication and victory. She hadn't just secured her husband; she had won the political loyalty battle against four of her strongest rivals.
The other Saintesses reacted with varying degrees of disappointment:
Aria Stormsong gave a dismissive scoff, though a spark of respect for his commitment remained in her eyes. "Loyalty is a strong foundation. Very well."
Evelina Frostheart's face remained cold, but a line formed between her perfect brows, betraying her irritation at losing a valuable asset.
Valeria Rosethorn simply chuckled, a knowing, seductive sound. "Such a good boy. Too bad for the fun we could have had."
Flama Astoria looked momentarily relieved that her unsettling connection to him remained secret, but also frustrated she couldn't understand it more.
Following Vahn's decisive choice, the remaining seventeen champions were quickly chosen by the six Saintesses. The process returned to formality, with Saintesses prioritizing talents from their respective Holy Lands to ensure cohesive delegations.
Holy Son Veerion and Holy Daughter Lumina were, unsurprisingly, selected by Seraphina, completing her official delegation and ensuring White Lotus's full representation.
The other Saintesses: Aria, Evelina, Flama, and Valeria, each filled their ranks primarily with their own Holy Land's top disciples, creating formidable, specialized teams.
However, one disciple remained on the stage: Liam
, the White Lotus Inner Court winner. He stood alone, his chubby, usually cheerful face etched with deep sadness.
None of the Saintesses had chosen him, likely because his plump physique gave the false impression of a weaker cultivation base, despite his victory.
As the ceremony concluded, Vahn, standing beside Seraphina, leaned close and whispered something into her ear.
Seraphina's expression softened instantly. Her husband had spoken, making a request she could not possibly refuse.
"Wait," Seraphina called out, drawing all attention back to the stage. She extended her hand toward Liam. "Liam, the White Lotus Sanctuary does not abandon its loyal disciples. You shall also accompany my delegation."
Liam's face brightened instantly, tears welling up as he rushed to join their group.
Seraphina genuinely felt bad leaving a loyal Inner Court disciple alone. Even if Vahn hadn't requested it, she would have accepted him anyway.
With that, the Competition officially ended.
--
Despite the sun beginning to set on the Imperial City, the ten million spectators still refused to leave. They were eager to witness the final, most mysterious event: the Gate Opening of the Secret Realm.
The Opening Ceremony required the spiritual contribution of Seven Saintesses. However, due to the prolonged absence of the Darkness Saintess, Lilith, they proceeded with six. In the empty, designated seventh spot, a specialized, ethereal dummy that perfectly resembled Lilith's spiritual aura and form was erected and positioned.
Lilith who was physically present among the spectators in her disguise, watched the dummy they created with cold emotionless eyes.
"So, they already casted me out. How typical of them."
But then, suddenly her focus sharpened. Her eyes narrowed further, not in resentment, but in intense concentration. She felt an unnatural, faint movement in the surrounding shadows and darkness
It was not the energy of the Righteous Faction. It was cold, predatory, and familiar.
Demonic Faction was approaching.
She immediately sent a rapid mental message to Vahn, to activate his defenses and prepare for immediate danger.
But to her surprise, the mental message was instantly blocked. She quick found out all spiritual communications within the immediate vicinity of the opening ceremony were completely jammed.
Lilith's eyes widened instantly. This was no coincidence.
The Demonic Faction hadn't made a major move for months. They had waited until this exact, critical juncture moment when the Righteous Faction's Saintesses were gathered, focusing their immense spiritual power on a single task, and when the top disciples were exposed on the stage.
The reason for their patience became terrifyingly clear.
"The Gate..." Lilith breathed, the word a silent curse that brought with it the chilling realization of their entire, grand scheme.
They weren't here to assassinate or simply disrupt. They were here to seize control of the Secret Realm Gate itself, Or worse they want to eliminate the Righteous Faction's future leaders.
---
Over the Ceremonial Stage under the twilight sky, the Righteous Faction's elite were gathered: Elders, Patriarchs, the six Saintesses, and the newly chosen Champions, including Vahn.
The moment of triumph had arrived.
The Six Saintesses floated together, their energies converging. The profound, spiritual connection of their individual Dao Marks—Light (Seraphina), Fire (Flama), Ice (Evelina), Lightning (Aria), Nature (Valeria), and Stars (Celestine)—all flowed into the central focal point. Though the seventh, Darkness, was represented by an ethereal dummy, the six powers completed the circuit.
Their converged spiritual energy forged into a luminous, swirling Dimensional Key.
HUMM!!
With a low, resonant hum, the Key engaged the void, tearing open a small Rift in Space.
This shimmering purple rift passage would lead them to the Secret Realm, the legendary treasury where Vahn intended to seize all the resources for himself.
Just as the rift stabilized, ready to receive the champions, the world suddenly darkened. It wasn't the slow crawl of twilight; it was an absolute, unnatural eclipse, as if a veil of purest night had fallen from the heavens.
Even without Lilith's warning Vahn could tell something very bad was going happen today.
This wasn't a ordinary skirmish; it was a carefully planned ambush targeting the entire core of the Righteous Faction.
He looked up, a cold knot forming in his stomach.
Ahhhh!
The Horrifying Screams of fear and pain from the millions gathered made the darkening world more horrifying.
Above them, the sky itself seemed to tear open. Not with the shimmering light of the Secret Realm Gate, but with a black, viscous rent that reeked of primordial chaos and Demonic energy.
A shadow descended.
It was no mere cultivator; it was a grotesque, gargantuan figure that pulsed with power capable of leveling the entire Imperial City.
The Demonic Faction hadn't waited for months for a small opening. They had waited for the moment when the six Saintesses were focused and their power was committed to opening a dimensional tunnel.
The attack was here.
The Secret Realm Gate was exposed.
The endgame had begun.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC94: The Shocking Revelation
Chapter 94: Chapter 94: The Shocking Revelation
The world was enveloped in unnatural darkness, and the horrifying screams of the spectators made it even more bone-chilling.
Above the ceremonial stage, the Demonic Patriarch (a grotesque, gargantuan shadow) was momentarily intercepted by the Righteous Faction's Elders.
Recognizing the immediate, existential threat to the city and the delegation, Patriarch Dimidium of the White Lotus acted instantly. His form glowed with incandescent light as he slammed his hands down.
"Heavenly White Lotus Barrier!" he roared, casting a massive Barrier of Light that expanded rapidly, seeking to protect the millions of ordinary citizens still trapped in the Colosseum.
"Honorable Saintesses, please enter at once!" Dimidium roared with urgency.
"We cannot let these fiends sully our holy ground!"
The remaining Patriarchs and Elders launched themselves into the twilight sky to meet the giant Demonic presence, buying precious seconds for the Saintesses to escape through the portal.
Just as the Saintesses prepared to dive into the rift, a chilling, mocking laughter echoed, cutting through the desperate cries of the combatants.
"HHEHEHE...."
From the enormous, grotesque creature above, a figure detached and floated downward with lethal grace.
He was an extraordinarily handsome man with flowing blood-red hair and a stunning black robe embroidered with complex, demonic symbols. On his chest, the chilling mark of his identity was clearly visible: a ferocious, skeletal Red Crown.
The sight of this man caused panic to seize even the top cultivators.
"I-it's Blood Monarch! We are doomed!" an Elder screamed, his voice shaking with despair and recognition.
The Blood Monarch was a name for terror and absolute destruction on the continent.
That same terror had personally led this ambush. Meaning something very important was in the secret realm.
The Blood Monarch stopped his descent just above the gathered Saintesses, his gaze sweeping over the seven figures (six Saintesses and the Lilith dummy) with cruel satisfaction.
"You thought you could slip away with your little prize?" the Blood Monarch's voice was deep and melodious.
But his eyes, glowing with malevolent crimson light, suddenly shifted toward Vahn.
Vahn, watching the Blood Monarch standing mere inches from the Saintesses, felt a wave of icy dread wash over him.
He prepared himself for the confrontation, expecting the Demonic Patriarch to either seize the Gate or attack the Saintesses.
However, the next words coming from the Blood Monarch's blood-red lips completely shattered Vahn's apprehension and sent a shockwave through the entire Colosseum.
After bowinng into one knee on the ground with a gesture of deep, chilling respect, he spoke directly to Vahn,
"Young Lord, your little game of hide and seek ends here. The Lord has summoned you back."
Seeing this shocking scene, a single explosive word echoed across the deadly silent ceremonial stage: "What!"
Instantly, everyone's minds went haywire. The millions of spectators, the powerful Elders, and the Saintesses themselves were paralyzed by disbelief.
Suspicious murmurs rippled through the crowd:
"So the Blood Monarch is here to take Damien Infernos away? But why is he calling him 'Young Lord'?"
"Heavens! Don't tell us we all were fooled all along..."
The entire Colosseum instantly erupted with faces of disbelief and shock. The whispers, laced with sudden doubt and betrayal, unsettled even the most seasoned Elders and Patriarchs.
Patriarch Dimidium, the most deeply invested in Vahn's new identity, instinctively defended him. Dimidium roared up at the demonic figure, looking protective and utterly confused.
"What trickery is this, Blood Monarch? He is Damien Infernos, a disciple of the White Lotus! Not your so-called Young Lord!"
The handsome man in black robes threw back his head and laughed:
HAHAHAHA
It was A long, cold, mocking sound that resonated with contempt.
"Oh, what a fool you're, " the Blood Monarch said, straightening with a smirk. "To think such ignorance could come from the Patriarch of the White Lotus himself. Though, I suppose I shouldn't judge too harshly. Even I required time to uncover his true identity..."
"He is Vahn Necrotis, the last heir to the Necrotic Lineage... The same boy whom you all, righteous dogs, used as a mere resource until now."
The six Patriarchs and Matriarchs of the Holy Lands, including Patriarch Dimidium and Xion Astoria were struck by genuine, agonizing shock. They had spent weeks scouring the continent for the Devil's Child, only to learn he was disguised as their own prized hero.
"This is ridiculous!" Dimidium spat, his eyes darting between the Blood Monarch and Vahn. "He was hiding right under our noses all along while we scoured the whole Continent?"
"Just what kind of Art did he use?" Xion Astoria muttered with wonder. "To think it could deceive the Supreme Elders as well. His disguise was flawless!"
The Saintesses, standing closest to the revelation, displayed a spectrum of reactions:
Aria and Evelina were rigid with disbelief, betrayed by the deception of the "loyal disciple."
Valeria became instantly curious, a predatory smile touching her lips as she realized the true depth of the game she had been playing.
Flama's eyes finally brightened with chilling realization. The sudden, chaotic power surge in her core was undoubtedly linked to the "Devil's Child."
Seraphin, however, seemed entirely unbothered by the revelation. But a fierce, protective aura suddenly radiated from her, signaling her stance to protect her husband, regardless of his name or lineage.
Vahn, the subject of this continental reveal, looked terrifyingly calm. He had anticipated this day since the moment he set foot in the Righteous Faction.
The Blood Monarch turned his crimson gaze directly onto Vahn, a look of paternal pride mixed with sheer malice.
"Young Lord, why don't you let the world see your true face?" the Monarch smirked. "It would be more fun, won't it? Let them, the righteous faction, learn how utterly useless they are in front of your extraordinary Talent... Let them know fear... Let them show despair. Shed this pathetic mask!"
Everyone's eyes turned toward Vahn in an instant. They really wanted to confirm everything that was revealed by the Blood Monarch.
Vahn, who was under everyone's scrutiny, exhaled a tired sigh.
He finally spoke,
"This wasn't part of the plan, but since it has come to this... Let me show you the face that will end your reign."
With that, he finally peeled off Damien's face and aura.
And the world finally got to see the face of the Devil's Child.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC95: The Truth
Chapter 95: Chapter 95: The Truth
The spiritual energy that peeled away the disguise of Damien Infernos did not reveal the handsome, menacing youth described by the Blood Monarch.
The crimson red hair changed its colour to midnight black. Then Damien's nose, mouth, and entire facial structure altered into those of just another ordinary-looking young man with a sunny, harmless face.
But the spectators were not easily fooled this time. The spiritual sense of every cultivator present pierced the facade. They could all see the cunning and cold calculation radiating behind that seemingly innocent smile.
This was no loyal disciple; this was the predator himself.
Vahn Necrotis smirked, as if taking cold pleasure in the awestruck faces of his enemies and the millions in the crowd.
"What? Are you all surprised?" he mocked without fear.
Hearing him, the shock instantly turned into searing, righteous fury.
An Elder, his face contorted with rage and betrayal, barked loudly:
"Y-You are indeed the Devil's Child! How dare you betray us, you evil fiend?"
Not just him, but the majority of the humans present, from the common spectators to the expert cultivators, erupted as well. Their gazes filled with blinding hate and disgust.
The deception was deeper than any treason; it was a violation of their faith in righteousness itself.
The cries of vengeance became a unified roar:
"Kill this Scourge!"
"He should be hanged for betraying our good faith!"
"Send him to Cold Prison for a thousand years! Feed him to the dogs!"
"Demon!"
"Demon!"
The chorus of hate and condemnation ringing through the Colosseum was suddenly drowned out by a sound more chilling than the Blood Monarch's mockery: Vahn Necrotis's laughter.
"Ahahahahaha..."
It was a loud, bitter laugh that silenced the massive crowd. Millions of eyes watched, convinced the Devil's Child had finally gone mad under the immense pressure of exposure.
Only Seraphina and Lilith, bonded to him by the System, could feel the deep, agonizing pain beneath the cynical sound. The other Saintesses, however, were clueless, concluding that their ex-husband had finally lost his sanity.
Vahn abruptly stopped the laughter, his face instantly settling into a expression of cold, ruthless contempt as he fixed his gaze on the Elders and Patriarchs.
"Did you hear them, old coots?" he mocked, gesturing to the furious crowds. "They are calling me a Demon. But who is going to tell these ignorant fools that you're the true demons here?"
His voice rose, thick with years of accumulated bitterness. "You all stripped away my rights, my family, my power, and produced these Saintesses as the hope of this era... But none of you will understand, how much I have suffered for your ambition."
Vahn's voice cracked with raw emotion, though his eyes remained utterly cold. "I know you have grand goals and ambition for saving the world. But why me? Why did you make me sacrifice? What have I done wrong?"
It was Patriarch Dimidium, the man who had championed Vahn's false identity, who answered,
"You were born into the Demonic Faction," Dimidium declared, his eyes hard. "That is your crime. There is nothing more to it. One day, whether you admit it or not, you would have come to bite us with your evil power. So that's why we broke your fangs before they could grow."
"Oh, really?" Vahn spat contemptuously on the ground, the sound sharp in the tension.
"You're wrong, Dimidium. But someone gave me the right lesson: Good or evil comes from one's heart, not by their birth..."
Vahn's gaze, filled with both defiance and a profound, secret tenderness, turned to the figure floating above him: Seraphina.
"Tell me, Seraphina, My wife," he asked, the possessive declaration echoing across the hushed ceremonial stage. "Would you follow me to the end of the Abyss?"
He already knew her answer, but he wanted the whole world to hear it. He wished to publicly mark her as his own, a final act of rebellion against the system that created both of them.
The crowd's reaction was immediate and earthshaking. The spectators' ears were buzzing as the Devil's Child called their beloved Saintess of Light his wife.
"What... What's going on? Why is that bastard calling our Saintess his wife?"
"Is this one of his evil schemes? Some kind of Demonic enchantment?"
"There's no way it could be true, right? How could a Saintess marry a demon? Wouldn't the Heavenly Gods be displeased?"
Most of the millions present were simply shocked and speechless, unable to reconcile the holiest figure of their faction with the most wanted Devil's Child.
However, when they witnessed Seraphina's action, every spectator was rooted to the ground, frozen, unable to utter a single word.
Seraphina didn't hesitate. She didn't offer a denial or a political explanation. She simply answered Vahn's public plea with serene finality:
"Yes."
With that single word, she dropped her elevated position, descending rapidly. She rushed toward Vahn, ignoring the surrounding danger and the open Secret Realm Rift, embracing him fiercely.
"I'll be always yours, Vahn," she confessed with tears clouding her beautiful blue eyes. "I will go wherever you go..."
Just as Vahn accepted his wife's desperate hug, a thunderous shout of raw agony and betrayal broke through the monumental silence.
"Abomination! Pure Abomination! What are you doing, Seraphina?" an elder from the White Lotus Section shrieked with rage.
Patriarch Dimidium also broke his silence. "Saintess, don't make this more shameful for us. Come back!"
Even Aria Stormsong, the champion of the competition, joined the condemnation.
"Seraphina, you fool! Do you want to go to hell with him too?" she demanded with righteous anger and perhaps a hint of professional jealousy.
Hearing the sharp rebuke, Vahn gently broke the hug. His eyes, now pools of dark cosmic energy, focused coldly on Aria and the other Saintesses floating above.
"She is my wife. And she is doing the right thing," Vahn stated, his voice resonating with cold conviction. He then swept his gaze over the remaining five Saintesses. "But what about you? Are you still going to remain faithful to them?"
"I know our relationship was built on a stupid ritual, but still, you can't deny you all were my wives once. So, I ask your consciousness again... Are you doing the right thing?"
Vahn's casual, yet devastating, revelation about the nature of their relationship shocked the already hysterical crowd into a new level of terror. The collective gasp was louder than any roar.
"Oh Heavens! Kill me! What am I hearing? All the Saintesses are his wives?"
"F**k! Somebody wake me from this nightmare!"
The most shocked person on the stage was undoubtedly Liam. First, the heroic Damien Infernos turned out to be his mysterious junior brother Vahn. Now, that same person was publicly engaged in a husband-wife relationship with all seven Saintesses of the Holy Lands! This single truth was the greatest, most existence-shattering shock of his life.
The political, spiritual, and moral foundation of the entire Righteous Faction was crumbling in front of the world.
Blood Monarch grinned proudly as if pleased by his Young Lord's performance.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC96: The Great Chase
Chapter 96: Chapter 96: The Great Chase
Vahn watched Aria, Evelina, Valeria, Flama, and Celestine stare back at him in stony silence.
Unsurprisingly, he got no public response from them. Flama seemed the most restless, her eyes flickering with internal conflict, but she could only go so far. Her ingrained loyalty and fear of exposure held her captive.
Vahn's smirk turned genuinely cold. "Very well... Light and Darkness is all I need. But one day, I will make sure all of you regret your choice."
With that final threat, he turned to leave, his hand firmly grasping Seraphina's. The shimmering Secret Realm Gate was their escape, their future, and their first objective.
However, in the next instant, Vahn found himself locked in place.
"What! Do you really think you can get away with our Saintess to the Demonic Faction?" Patriarch Dimidium roared, unleashing his powerful aura at once. He couldn't allow the Saintess of Light to be stolen by the Devil's Child.
"Never shall I allow you two to sully our name!"
The other elders and Patriarchs also closed in, their righteous fury overriding their fear of the Blood Monarch, all ready to fight to the death to reclaim Seraphina and capture Vahn.
Just then, the Blood Monarch waved his hand dismissively into the air, a cruel, easy gesture.
"Demon Patriarch," the Monarch commanded, his voice absolute. "Release them. Let them know the consequences of touching our Young Lord."
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh–ooooooooooohhh..."
With a deep, horrifying, resounding scream, the massive Demon Patriarch acknowledged the command. It opened the lower section of its massive, grotesque belly, and countless bee-like red creatures swarmed out, pouring down onto the ordinary citizens and smaller cultivators alike.
"Go, my Blood Beetles! Devour them!" the Blood Monarch decreed, the command like an absolute decree, his crimson long hair fluttering elegantly in the wind.
The Colosseum instantly erupted into an unparalleled wave of terror and chaos. Although half of the ten million people had already retreated in fear, the others were still stuck there like helpless lambs.
The Heavenly White Lotus Barrier was the only thing preventing the Blood Beetles from consuming the Patriarchs themselves. Children, women, and the elderly were crying tears of utter despair.
These were the same people who had just moments ago been shouting for Vahn's execution, the same people who lived on their blind faith. The bitter irony was suffocating.
Vahn, locked in a spiritual cage created by the Patriarchs' auras and facing the Blood Monarch, was struggling to save himself.
How could he possibly save them?
Meanwhile, the Heavenly White Lotus Barrier, strained by the assault of the Demonic Patriarch above and the converging auras of the righteous elders, finally reached its limit. With a deafening, resounding Bang, the spiritual defense fractured and shattered.
"Bzzz, bzzzz, bzzzzz!"
The Blood Beetles, a crimson tide of horror, instantly stormed past the broken barrier and descended upon the helpless spectators. The scene transformed into an immediate, gruesome massacre. The tiny, insectile demons latched onto the innocent, drinking their blood and leaving behind only skeletal husks in mere moments. The horrifying screams of the victims were a death knell to the hope of the Righteous Faction.
The remaining rogue cultivators, local elders, and law enforcers fought back desperately, unleashing every spiritual art and defensive technique they possessed. Yet, they were struggling; their dispersed power was no match for the organized, devastating assault led by the Blood Monarch.
The horrific carnage was too much for the Saintesses to bear. Despite their internal conflict and shock, their core duty to protect the righteous overcame their emotional turmoil.
"We must buy them time!" Aria Stormsong commanded, her focus snapping back to the threat.
The five remaining Saintesses (excluding Seraphina, who was still with Vahn, and the dummy) converged their immense spiritual power into a single, blinding beacon—the Moon Flower Art.
The shimmering, transcendent Moon Flower instantly burst into thousands of radiant, holy petals. Each petal, infused with Light, Ice, Fire, Stars, and Nature energy, struck the invading Blood Beetles with purifying force. The holy power neutralized the demonic creatures, vaporizing them in flashes of bright light. The Saintesses had successfully paused the immediate slaughter.
Vahn, still caught in the Patriarchs' spiritual lock but having watched the Saintesses commit their power to the battlefield, recognized his perfect chance of escape.
The Saintesses were distracted, the Patriarchs were focused on fighting the Demons, and the Secret Realm Gate remained shimmering behind them.
Vahn gave Lilith ( who was now standing at a close distance) a brief, intense glance. A silent signal that communicated everything: Now is the time.
Lilith acted with terrifying speed and stealth.
Utilizing her true power as the Darkness Saintess, she didn't just move across the ground; she instantly blended into the shadows of the people and structures present. In a fraction of a second, she materialized beside Vahn and Seraphina.
Patriarchs Xion and Dimidium, two of the most powerful cultivators present, noticed the unnatural ripple in the darkness and their eyes narrowed instantly.
"Come Out!" Dimidium roared, attempting to intercept the hidden threat. However, before he could reach Vahn's side, the spiritual cage he had cast to lock Vahn in place shattered instantly. Lilith's hidden power was superior to his containment technique.
Vahn seized the moment, his voice amplified by his unleashed Soul Power, ringing throughout the entire Colosseum:
"Revenge is due, Old dogs. Just pray you can catch me before I turn your Foundation upside down."
The domineering message reverberated across the stadium. Holding Seraphina's hand, Vahn, Seraphina, and Lilith drifted instantly into the shimmering Spatial Rift.
They were gone. Their beloved Saintess of Light was gone, openly choosing the Devil's Child.
The remaining five Saintesses—Aria, Evelina, Flama, Valeria, and Celestine—noticed the sudden escape. Though betrayed, their loyalty to the Righteous Faction's resources and their own sense of duty compelled them. The Secret Realm was too important to surrender.
They immediately followed Vahn through the open rift, along with their carefully selected followers: Veerion, Lumina, Prince Helix, and all the other prodigies of the younger generation.
However, the young generation of the Righteous Faction was not alone.
Using the chaos and the imitation dummy of Lilith, which provided a brief, temporary opening, the Blood Monarch also acted. He swiftly sent 10 Prodigies from theur faction through the rift.
Their mission was clear: protect their Young Lord, Vahn Necrotis, and bring him back safely, while simultaneously utilizing the Secret Realm's chaotic environment.
The elderly Patriarchs and Supreme Elders could only watch everything in speechless despair. They were legally barred from entering the Secret Realm; practitioners above twenty-five years old and without a Saintess's affiliation were automatically rejected by the spatial passage.
And thus, the grand political war between the Righteous and Demonic Factions devolved into a desperate chase between the Younger Generation within the confines of the Secret Realm.
Who would emerge as the true Champion of this unpredictable confrontation, no one could know.
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Chapter 97: Chapter 97: The Secret Realm
The blinding flash of the Spatial Rift was abruptly replaced by the stunning reality of the Secret Realm.
"Bam!"
Vahn Necrotis found himself slammed onto the earth of a entirely new place.
After looking around, he found he was alone.
The chaotic nature of the dimensional passage meant everyone including Seraphina and Lilith had been scattered, spawning randomly across the landscape.
Vahn quickly scrambled to his feet, taking in the environment. It was a realm of impossible geography: floating islands hung suspended in the air, defying law of gravity, while towering, jagged mountains rose impossibly high, piercing the low, mist-shrouded sky.
In the distant clouds, he could even see the faint, colossal shadows of gigantic creatures, hinting at the terrifying native fauna of this hidden domain.
He watched everything with a predatory wonder, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of unlimited resources.
But first he needed find his two Wives.
He quickly focused on the miraculous bond they shared.
Vahn could sense three subtle, invisible threads of spiritual energy leading away from him. These threads confirmed his bonds with the three Saintesses he had truly made connection with:
First one was a shimmering White thread leading to Seraphina (Light).
The second one was a dark, smoky Black thread leading to Lilith (Darkness).
Lastly, a restless Red thread leading to Flama (Fire).
The closest, most stable thread was the White thread, indicating Seraphina was geographically nearest to his current location.
Vahn mentally filed this information. He decided to first survey his surroundings to locate any immediate threats or assets. He needed a vantage point.
He channeled his Internal Energy and unleashed the Fire Phoenix Wings.
This powerful movement technique was just the thing he needed.
Buzz!
Instantly, two blazing wings of fire materialized on his back
Whoosh!
He immediately soared up onto the sky.
However, the ascent lasted only a few startling seconds before an overwhelming, invisible pressure slammed down upon him.
He lost all lift and plummeted back down like broken kite, hitting the ground with a loud Bang.
He quickly suppressed his phoenix wings, brushing the dirt from his newly revealed black robes.
Only then did he truly understand the Secret Realm's greatest restriction: No one can fly here.
This single, simple law instantly changed the dynamics of the chase. All aerial supremacy was gone. The entire conflict would be fought on the treacherous ground of this secret realm.
Vahn wanted to curse the realm's creator for the ridiculous restriction. But he stopped himself instantly. Why risk offending a being capable of establishing such powerful realm laws? He didn't dare.
Putting all jokes aside, he focused on the immediate course of action:
"First, I should reunite with Seraphina and Lilith, then we can search for the hidden Treasure together."
He sensed the faint pull of the three threads. The white thread leading to Seraphina was strongest and closest.
Following that faint guidance, Vahn set off.
His walk soon transitioned into a rapid sprint. The raging wind brushed past his body, and the sunlight, unusually bright and intense in this realm, shone down on the rugged terrain.
His speed was fast because he need to secure his assets and avoid the inevitable pursuit from the righteous prodigies.
He ran for several minutes until the white thread's path became impossible to follow.
Vahn stopped abruptly.
The white thread did not lead across the ground, but pointed steeply upward on the sky.
Before him, the terrain dropped into a canyon, and on the other side, an enormous floating island hung silently above the chasm.
Seraphina was clearly on that island.
Flying wasn't an option. The distance and height made a simple jump impossible, even with the strongest movement techniques.
The only path between his position on the ground and the floating island was a single, immense, moss-covered vine. It was thick as an ancient tree trunk and anchored itself to the ground nearby, stretching vertically to cling to the underside of the floating landmass.
It was the clear, intended path.
Vahn smirked. The creator of this realm loved restrictions, but they also loved puzzles.
Nevertheless, he approached the colossal vine, prepared for the arduous climb.
Vahn gripped the thick, rough surface of the colossal vine, beginning his vertical ascent.
The massive stalk was difficult to scale, requiring him to channel steady bursts of spirit energy to assist his grip and propulsion.
As he reached the middle of the climb, curiosity made him glance down.
He looked and a wave of raw survival instinct hit him.
The sheer height was terrifying. If he fell, even his formidable cultivation base wouldn't guarantee survival against the jagged abyss below. The realm's no-fly rule was a deadly serious constraint.
Buzz! Buzz!
Just then, the vine began to shake violently. Several small, fiercely territorial yellow monkeys with powerful limbs and intelligent, aggressive eyes came scrambling down the vine at incredible speed.
"Kikiki–kyaa! Kyaa!"
"Ooh ooh! Ah ah!"
They chattered and screeched, clearly viewing Vahn as an intruder attacking their high-altitude territory.
To Vahn's surprise, one of the larger monkeys stopped a few feet away, its chest puffed out, and spoke in a surprisingly clear, if high-pitched humna voice.
"Human, get down! This is the domain of the Stone Monkeys! Retreat now, or you will be slain!"
Vahn tried to talk it out, hoping to avoid unnecessary conflict. "I mean no harm to your territory. I am only passing through to the top. Allow me to proceed, and I will be gone after I meet my friend there."
But the monkeys didn't listen. They roared in unison, their aggressive posturing escalating into an immediate assault.
"Sheeeen.."
Vahn sighed, drawing his Long Saber. The need for talk vanished. He needed to make a clear, swift statement.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
The monkeys were also fast, possessing excellent agility and utilizing a surprising martial art: the Stone Monkey Fist. They launched coordinated, rapid attacks, their small fists striking with the impact of hardened stone.
However, Vahn's power was simply overwhelming for these poor creatures.
He didn't engage in lengthy exchanges. His Long Saber flashed with cold, black energy, moving with ruthless precision. Within seconds, a few of the aggressive monkeys were sliced down, falling from the vine to be instantly pulverized on the distant ground below, turning into unrecognizable meat paste.
The monkey leader, seeing the devastating, instant casualties, abandoned its bravado. The primal instinct for survival took over. It chattered frantically, raising its hands in a clear sign of surrender.
The leader had no choice but to immediately cease the attack and allow Vahn to continue his climb up to their home on the floating island.
The path to Seraphina was now open.
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Chapter 98: Chapter 98: A Dragon, A Wife, and A Choice
As Vahn resumed his climb, he kept a tight grip on the terrified monkey leader. He wasn't leaving anything to chance.
"Answer me," Vahn commanded, his voice cold and devoid of patience. He began to describe Seraphina. "Did you see a woman—radiant, with long golden hair, wearing robes of pure white and emitting an aura like soft moonlight?"
The monkey leader nodded frantically, confirming the description. "Yes, yes! A human fairy like that is here!"
Vahn's inner tension eased. Seraphina was safe, at least for the moment.
"She... she became a guest of the Stone Monkey King after she helped us," the leader chattered nervously. "She saved our tribe from a Sky Predator that had been torturing us for years, stealing our food and children!"
Vahn nodded in appreciation. Seraphina's kindness and powerful healing arts would naturally earn her allies. Her priority, even while separated, was to help others—a trait he both admired and found inconvenient.
The remainder of the climb was swift and uneventful. Very soon, Vahn reached the stable ground of the massive, floating island. The air here was fresher, the light clearer, and the landmass was covered in strange, glowing flora.
Following the humbled monkey leader, Vahn made his way through thick, mossy jungle growth toward the center of the island where the primate court was housed.
The path opened up into a wide, cavernous area surrounded by natural stone thrones. At the center sat the Stone Monkey King, a creature noticeably larger than the others, its fur the color of polished jade, wielding a heavy, crystal-tipped staff.
Standing respectfully beside the throne, clearly accepted as a powerful ally, was Seraphina (His Wife). She wore an expression of calm authority as she tended to a small, injured monkey using her gentle Light Arts.
She looked up at the sound of the approaching group. Her blue eyes widened in relief and a flash of surprise as she saw the familiar face of Vahn escorted by her own new subjects.
The tension in the Stone Monkey King's court vanished the moment Seraphina saw Vahn. Her surprise melted into profound relief.
"Vahn, I was just waiting for you," she said, her voice gentle as the dawn she was named for.
Vahn nodded, but offered no verbal greeting. Ignoring the Stone Monkey King's visibly surprised and questioning face, he strode forward, lifted Seraphina off her feet with sudden speed, and hugged her tightly.
"What's wrong, Vahn? Why are you suddenly—" Seraphina started, surprised by the forceful embrace.
"Shh. I'm just letting that king know that you already have a husband," Vahn whispered beside her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "He had bad intentions toward you. I can sense it." He inhaled her intoxicating, familiar scent, which he had missed in the chaos.
Seraphina smiled, her heart warming despite the serious situation. "Seriously, Vahn. You act like a kid sometimes."
Nevertheless, she didn't resist his embrace, allowing the tender moment to stretch out in front of the giant creature.
This unexpected display of affection only served to make the Stone Monkey King more furious. Since it was clearly the weaker party, however, it couldn't be forceful. It tried a gentler, more diplomatic approach.
"Fairy," the Monkey King asked, standing up from its throne, its jade-colored fur bristling. "Who is this human boy to you? Why is he clinging like that? Is he taking advantage of your kindness?"
Vahn broke the hug, his lips curled into a cold, mocking smirk. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering sweet taste of Seraphina before he replied, his voice ringing with absolute proprietorship.
"She is my wife. And I have come here to take her away. What's it to you, you big-ass monkey?"
The Monkey King's already furious face twitched uncontrollably. The air in the court immediately dropped several degrees as the powerful creature struggled to contain its outrage at the blatant insult and the aggressive claim on its honored guest.
Seraphina gently pulled Vahn's ear, a gesture of familiar intimacy. "Leave them be, Vahn. They are already so pitiful. Their entire tribe has been suffering as food for a massive Dragon until now."
Vahn rubbed his ear, his initial malice dissolving under her touch. "Oh, a dragon? How big is it?"
"Very big and tough," Seraphina confirmed. "I was only able to scare him off. I felt pity for these poor creatures when I learned their story."
"I see. But what does it have to do with us? Tell them to leave and hide somewhere." Vahn said, reverting to rational self-preservation.
"This is our home, Human! We shall not leave!" the Stone Monkey King abruptly declared, its face set in a look of suicidal defiance.
"Then, die," Vahn said without remorse. He was no longer the righteous hero; he didn't feel the need to save random creatures while putting his life on the line for nothing.
Seraphina knew the reason for his mentality. The scars of his past had made him selfish and untrusting. Still, she believed he was good and kind at heart. Her judgment, she affirmed, could never be wrong.
"Husband, please calm down and hear me first..."
Vahn's heart instantly felt struck by lightning. The word husband coming from Seraphina's mouth brought him immense joy and satisfaction he could never put into words.
"Wifey, can you call me husband once more?" he asked, his demeanor turning gentle and pleading in an instant.
Seraphina's face turned a delightful shade of red. She repeated softly, "H-husband, you should calm down."
Vahn was on cloud nine. For a moment, he felt he didn't deserve such a cute and beautiful wife. She was so innocent and lovely.
Seraphina seized the opportunity to appeal to his ambition. "I think that elder dragon is one of the seven Guardians of the Divine Treasury. If we can defeat it—or perhaps talk it out with it—we can receive the first portion of the treasury before anyone else."
Hearing this, Vahn became serious at once. His face turned thoughtful, his greed instantly piqued. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I felt the connection between us," she replied with absolute confidence, referring to the spiritual threads of their bond.
"Then, I guess we can take a look," Vahn conceded. "But before that, I need to form my Golden Core. Only then I can protect us well.
However, I have a feeling that it will attract a Heavenly Tribulation from the heavens if I attempt to breakthrough."
For others, the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation only arrived after the Void Shattering Realm, but for him, it would come early.
All because Vahn was an anomaly.
Seraphina understood this well. Still, the worry didn't ease in her heart.
Would her husband survive the Heavenly Tribulation?
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Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Infinite Core
Following the strategic plan, Vahn headed to a vast, open plain ground located under the clear, open sky of the floating island. He chose the spot specifically to avoid collateral damage to the Stone Monkey tribe and to face the inevitable Heavenly Tribulation head-on without hindrance.
Seraphina and the yellow monkeys watched from a cautious distance, curiosity and anxiety warring on their faces. Seraphina knew the devastating power of a Tribulation; even with her supreme Light Arts, she wouldn't be able to intervene without risking her own life and potentially escalating the Tribulation's wrath. Vahn would have to face this alone.
He sat down cross-legged on the bare earth, settling his mind. The terrifying Nuclear Dragon Sword rested horizontally by his side, its dark metal pulsing faintly in anticipation.
Vahn closed his eyes and began the Breakthrough process. Countless glowing Spirit Stones he had retrieved from his spatial ring scattered around him, their spiritual energy instantly absorbed to fuel the ascent.
His spiritual sense reached inward, concentrating entirely on the turbulent Spiritual Ocean residing within his dantian. The purpose of this breakthrough was not just an increase in power, but a fundamental transformation of his being.
He now had to turn this vast, liquid Spiritual Ocean into a condensed, solid form—the Golden Core. Once formed, this core would be the central nexus of his power, allowing all his energy to be further concentrated. It would then form an ethereal network linked with his veins and meridians, making the application of Spiritual Energy far easier, faster, and exponentially stronger.
As Vahn began to condense the swirling spiritual waters, a profound silence descended on the Secret Realm.
The sky, however, began to change. Dark, unnatural clouds gathered rapidly, drawn by the anomaly below. The Heavenly Tribulation was coming early.
Rumble! Rumble!
The attempt to form the Golden Core, even in this isolated realm, had triggered a violent heavenly response. The sky above Vahn boiled into a furious, swirling vortex. Chaotic Blue Lightning gathered and coalesced, forming immense, destructive bolts ready to shoot down and destroy the anomaly who dared to defy the natural progression of the heavens.
Vahn calmly opened his eyes and stood up, sensing the crushing pressure abovr. He was slightly tense but ready.
RUMBLEEE!
The first, thick pillar of blue lightning crackled through the vortex and rumbled down toward Vahn.
However, just before it struck, Vahn thrust the Nuclear Dragon Sword straight into the sky.
The ancient, dark blade was not used for defense; it was used for absorption and deflection.
The Tribulation Lightning, a pure form of destructive energy, slammed into the Nuclear Dragon Sword. Instead of consuming Vahn, the lightning was channeled and momentarily contained by the blade's fearsome power.
Vahn grinned coldly. "Destroy!"
With a violent twist of his wrist, he deflected the stored power, deliberately redirecting the colossal bolt sideways, aiming for a patch of barren earth near the edge of the floating island.
The reflected lightning struck the ground with devastating force. The very Earth cracked open, and the immense floating island shuddered violently from the power that should have been harmlessly dispersed.
The monkeys shrieked in horror, scattering wildly as their home was literally starting to be destroyed beneath their feet.
The terrified monkey leader scrambled toward Vahn, pleading with pathetic cries to save their home.
Heeding their pleas, or perhaps fearing Seraphina's disappointed face, Vahn instantly discharged the remaining stored lightning in another destination.
He channeled it out, far away from the island, releasing the powerful Tribulation energy randomly to a far-away place in the vast Secret Realm.
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"ARGHHH!"
Miles away, somewhere over the jagged peaks of a towering mountain range, the redirected Tribulation Lightning struck with the power of a divine hammer.
The target was Holy Son Veerion, who also had rushed through the portal.
Veerion had been recovering from minor injuries and was searching for resources. The unexpected, pure heavenly blast slammed into him before he could even raise a shield.
"What in the—"
Veerion couldn't even comprehend the sudden attack, his senses overloaded by the raw, chaotic energy. He immediately lost consciousness, collapsing onto scorched earth.
Thud!
He was just the first major casualty of Vahn's Tribulation.
Eight more destructive lightning bolts fell from the sky, tearing through the Secret Realm. Each strike was aimed at Vahn but landed miles away, bringing unexpected casualties. The chaotic energy of the early Tribulation didn't care about the difference between righteous and demonic. The pursuing prodigies and even some of the
Demonic faction's geniuses were also struck down or severely injured by the random, terrifying discharge, creating more chaos for Vahn's enemies than he could have managed with his own hands.
Meanwhile, after the ninth and final strike, the raging blue lightning retreated. The sky slowly returned to its normal, hazy place.
Vahn opened his eyes. He had survived.
Also, Vahn had successfully formed the Golden Core. However, his core was far from normal. It wasn't a core in the truest sense; it was a dualistic, terrifying entity. He had two distinct, yet linked, cores: the Black Hole and the White Hole.
The Black Hole core automatically circulated his cultivation manual, greedily sucking spiritual energy from the environment.
With this core awakened, Vahn didn't need to enter closed-door cultivation at all. He was a living, breathing Cultivation Engine.
The White Hole core's function was equally mind-blowing. It transforms the stored internal energy by black hole into a more purer state, enabling his body to upgrade and wield cultivation arts more effectively.
With the combination of the two, Vahn could be said to possess infinite Spirit Energy for practical purposes. He could use any kind of high-energy-consuming Cultivation Art—Forbidden Art, Heavenly Art, Divine Art—with restraint and limitation. The only constraints would be physical capacity of his meridians, not his energy reserve.
And that was also exactly why the heavens had marked him as the "Rebellious One."
The attention of the Immortal Gods was now on him.
This mark was obviously not good. The future consequences of possessing this Heaven defying core would prove to be quite painful for Vahn.
As it often said, the heavens do not easily forgive the one who had cracked their laws of cultivation.
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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC100: The Dragon's Proposal
Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Dragon's Proposal
[ Status ]
[ Name: Vahn Necrotis ]
[ Title: The Rebellious One
[ Lifespan: 17 / 250 ]
[ Physique: Void Refining Physique ]
[ Cultivation Level: Golden Core -Stage 1 ]
[ 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 ]
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Vahn closed the system window and opened his eyes. The world felt both sharper and infinitely more accessible. His consciousness swam in the boundless energy provided by his dual core.
Seraphina rushed forward, her eyes wide with immense relief. Seeing him alive after the terrifying Tribulation was all that mattered.
"Vahn!" she cried while rushing to him.
However, as she laid her hand on his chest, she paused. Her brow furrowing slightly. She couldn't sense his Golden Core at all. It was utterly invisible to her powerful Light Dao, residing somewhere beyond her spiritual perception.
The complete lack of a detectable core made her heart sink, and she momentarily suspected he had failed, but his confident, cold smirk immediately rejected the idea.
"My husband always surprises me," she murmured with a mixture of awe and devotion in her tone.
The Stone Monkey King scampered forward, now utterly convinced of Vahn's terrifying power. The Tribulation he had deflected was proof enough. The King bowed low, his flattery dripping with self-interest.
"Congratulations, Young Master Vahn! Your power is beyond the reach of the Heavens themselves! Now, with your mighty strength, we can go slay the foul Sky Dragon and free my people! The ancient treasure will be yours!"
Vahn snorted, the sound dry and contemptuous. He had little interest in the monkeys' freedom, but he was certainly interested in the treasure.
"Lead the way, then, King," Vahn commanded as he sheathed the Nuclear Dragon Sword.
The Stone Monkey King, ecstatic and energized, immediately began leading the way.
Vahn and Seraphina followed closely behind, through the unique landscape toward the Sky Dragon's lair.
Their path was loaded mossy slopes and across precarious natural bridges formed by ancient roots.
After a short, intense journey, the environment changed dramatically. The air became thinner and charged with lightning energy.
These signs confirmed that they had reached the terrifying vicinity of the Sky Dragon's Nest.
The nest was not built on the ground, but was crudely created into the underside of the highest floating island.
Its sheer size was visible even from a distance.
The surrounding rocks glowed faintly with concentrated spiritual energy were the clear sign of a powerful entity residing within..
Vahn's attention was fully focused now. The excitement of battle and the promise of ancient wealth had surpassed all other thoughts. He gripped Seraphina's hand in a silent promise to keep her safe, before turning his gaze to the sky above the lair.
The ancient, colossal Sky Dragon was the guardian of the Divine Treasury.
They were about to confront it.
The ancient, colossal Sky Dragon instantly sensed their presence. It opened its colossal eyes, which glowed with the blinding, static charge of raw lightning.
Its enormous form unfolded as it rose from iys slumber.
Vahn finally got see one of them in full glory.
The dragon was like a classic Western Dragon, blue in color and scaled like polished sapphire.
Its full height were about 200 meters, almost equal to a small terrifying mountain against the misty sky.
The creature's voice was akin a deep, rumbling force that shook the very foundation of the floating island they stood upon.
"Humans! You dare interrupt the sleep of a Guardian of the Divine Treasury? You trespass on sacred ground! State your purpose, or be reduced to ash!"
It was ancient, arrogant, and utterly domineering.
Vahn paused, his battle intent momentarily sheathed as Seraphina gently slipped her hand from his arm and stepped forward. Her aura shifted from protective wife to the dignified Saintess of Light.
"Oh, great Guardian," Seraphina began, her voice clear and resonant, untouched by fear. She showed her glowing Saintess Mark. "I am the Saintess of Light. I have come to retrieve the Ancient Treasury that you were promised to give to the next generation of Saintesses. Please, keep the pact, and we shall end this peacefully."
The colossal Sky Dragon, instead of unleashing lightning, drew back its mountainous head slightly. Its eyes narrowed as it analyzed the power and purity of her Mark. It did not refuse the pact.
"So, you're indeed one of them. The pact remains," the Dragon rumbled, the sound still thunderous. "However, the Treasury is sealed by the grief of the pact's original creator. I shall not yield the key until one condition is met: I must be reunited with my Partner: the Eternal Phoenix, who is dead."
The Dragon's gaze, now surprisingly sorrowful, settled upon Vahn and Seraphina. "The Phoenix can only be revived if a couple, pure by heart, performs the sacred Dual Cultivation Art: Dragon Phoenix Union. That act of shared, profound intimacy will channel the necessary life force to her essence."
The proposal was instantly outrageous to Vahn. But inwardly, he knew he was expecting it. He just hadn't had the courage to propose such an intimate act to Seraphina yet, despite their close bond.
Seraphina also blushed hard, her face turning the color of a ripe apple. As a shy and preservation-minded woman, she obviously knew exactly what Dual Cultivation entailed.
The sheer impropriety of the demand—performing such an intimate, sacred act in front of this ancient, old dragon— mortifying. And to do it without their marriage ceremony?
She turned to Vahn, her blush contrasting with the sincere worry in her eyes.
"Husband," she whispered in a low gentle tone, "I—I can't. We are already husband and wife, but... I also wished for a formal wedding. To perform... that... without your family, without a proper ceremony... I cannot."
Vahn was faced with a critical choice: respect Seraphina's desire for a formal ceremony and risk losing the Divine Treasury to the approaching enemies, or push for the "Dragon Phoenix Union" now to secure the treasure.
What should he choose?
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Chapter 101: Chapter 101: The Sacred Union (R-18)
Vahn gently rubbed Seraphina's back, his cold expression melting into tenderness. "Wifey, your wish is my command. We will have the grandest wedding the world has ever seen. We can secure the treasure later."
Seraphina should have been happy. Her husband had prioritized her emotional needs over his raw ambition. But she wasn't.
She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the increasingly volatile elemental vortex in the sky. She realized that if they lost the treasure here, the other Saintesses and the Demonic Geniuses might get their hands on it, leading to their doom in this Secret Realm.
Her small, petty wish for a perfect, formal reunion with her husband could become the reason for their mutual downfall.
If that happens, she would never be able to forgive herself for such selfishness. She was in an agony of dilemma.
Just then, the Sky Dragon's next proposal broke through all her hesitation.
"Don't be so hasty, Humans," the Dragon rumbled, still trying to grasp the confusing human customs. "I don't understand why you two are hesitating so much. If you two love each other, you should be able to mate anywhere. Mating is fine; we dragons mate anytime we want."
The Dragon, interpreting the "formal wedding" as merely a matter of privacy and spiritual acknowledgment, offered a compromise.
"Still, if you care so much about this 'marriage' thing, I can hold a marriage for you two with a Guardian's Blessing, and I assure you no one will be able to watch you two performing the Rite. My power can weave a create spatial isolation around you."
The Dragon's offer was ludicrous, yet it was the perfect solution. The Dragon was offering a private, sealed ceremony blessed by an ancient Guardian.
This acknowledgment satisfied Seraphina's spiritual need for a "wedding" while meeting the immediate crisis.
Seraphina's blush remained, but her dilemma was instantly resolved. This was her chance to do something for husband, and she didn't want to miss it.
Seraphina looked Vahn straight in the eye, her blue eyes shining with newfound determination that eclipsed any remaining shyness. The acquisition of the divine treasures and their own safety was more important than formality.
"Vahn, I think we should accept the Sky Dragon's offer now," she stated firmly. "I am ready to perform the Dual Cultivation with you."
"Are you sure?" Vahn asked, the question full of sincerity, though his own heart pounding heavily in his chest.
"Yes," she affirmed, looking absolutely resolute.
After receiving her unwavering confirmation, Vahn's eyes swept over Seraphina's holy physique, his cold ambition briefly overtaken by primal desire.
Her large, firm breasts, the luscious, sweet lips he had tasted before, her enchanting blue eyes—all stirred a forbidden desire within him, a hunger he no longer had to suppress.
The Sky Dragon sensed the shift in intent and responded immediately. Its powerful voice boomed, now filled with satisfaction.
"Excellent! The fate of the Eternal Phoenix lies in your hand!"
The Dragon raised one colossal claw, channeling its immense elemental power.
The air around Vahn and Seraphina instantly intensified, not with lightning, but with pure, life-giving essence.
"I offer the Guardian's Blessing!" the Dragon declared. "May your union be eternal, and may the power flow between you be complete!"
The light surrounding them was so intense it forced the Stone Monkey King to shield its eyes.
It was a formal, albeit bizarre, wedding ceremony—a blessing acknowledged by the ancient laws of the Secret Realm.
Immediately following the blessing, the Dragon used its innate power. The chaotic elemental vortex in the sky was momentarily suppressed.
A shimmering spatial curtain, thick and utterly soundproof, dropped down around Vahn and Seraphina, isolating them completely from the world.
Within the cocoon of pure spatial isolation, the true act began.
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(AN: Warning! Explicit sexual content ahead! )
Vahn and Seraphina found themselves seated on top of a massive bed, heaped high with soft silk and scattered with flowers that released a sweet, fragrant scent.
The entire environment felt explicitly crafted as a nuptial chamber.
The only thing missing was Seraphina's bridal gown and Vahn's groom attire.
Seraphina was visibly nervous, her usual Saintess composure disrupted. She kept her eyes lowered, avoiding Vahn's intense gaze.
Before proceeding, Vahn offered her a final way out, his voice filled with genuine concern rather than his usual cynical calculation. "Are you truly ready, Seraphina? I mean, you don't have to force yourself. We can fight that perverted Dragon to get the treasure as well."
Seraphina looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes resolute. She shook her head.
"No, Vahn. At first, I wasn't sure. But after meeting it face-to-face, I am certain we won't be able to defeat it. It's an Emperor-Level Beast from the ancient era. No one can defeat it by force. You'll have to pass its tests to get the inheritances."
A soft blush touched her cheeks as she continued. "Besides, I am not doing this against my will at all. I, too, eagerly waited for this. But I apologize that I won't be able to assist you much, as I was not taught well about this type of human pleasure."
Vahn threw back his head and laughed—a sound of pure joy and satisfaction. "Haha. Since you said so, let me teach you. Although.. like you, I am also an amateur in this field."
Saying that, Vahn gently leaned closer to Seraphina's naturally pink, luscious lips.
Then, without delay, he claimed them as if his owm. The initial kiss was tender and reverent, a soft promise shared between husband and wife. But the tenderness quickly gave way to a wild, unrestrained fervor, their lips moving together in a desperate, intoxicating embrace.
Huff, huff, huff..
The fierce, unrestrained kiss finally broke, leaving both Vahn and Seraphina huffing for breath, their eyes cloudy with immediate passion.
"Let's take it to the next stage, Wifey. I can't wait any longer."
"Next stage? But wait—"
Vahn didn't give them time to finish. With a swift movement, he lifted Seraphina up onto his arms in a classic Princess carry, then gently but decisively threw her onto the massive, soft bed. The mattress bounced, causing her two firm and bouncy breasts to jiggle beneath her robes.
With a wolfish grin that replaced his tenderness with raw hunger, Vahn jumped on top of her soft, plump body.
This time, he didn't immediately kiss her. Instead, he pressed their bodies together with an intense, desperate force, as if seeking not just physical release, but warmth for their souls itself, attempting to fill the void of his isolated existence with her pure, radiant light.
The Dual Cultivation Art, the Dragon Phoenix Union, was not just a physical act; it was a spiritual fusing of their two opposing and immense powers.
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Chapter 102: Chapter 102: The Sacred Union -2 (R18)
(AN: Once again, adult content warning! You can skip to ch 104 if You're not fond of it. This will not effect the plot.)
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Vahn then finally untied the sashes on her waist and, layer by layer, gets her completely naked.
His eyes held a complex of fascination, lust, and tenderness.
Her skin was smooth, creamy white without a single blemish. The curves on her body are neither too much nor too little. There were just the right amount.
Then, he slowly removed the white dudou covering her big breasts.
He didn't know much about breast sizes, but Seraphina's were bigger, rounder, and firmer. The pink areolas on top slowly became stiff and perkier.
Vahn was already salivating with hunger. He really wanted to suck them greedily.
They were that bouncy and juicy.
As soon as his breath reached her breasts, Seraphina shivered slightly and closed her eyes in shyness.
"Mmmph~"
But as soon as hus hot tongue began to lick around the boobs, she moaned, feeling a weird sensation she had never felt before.
She started squirming and clutched his head onto her bosoms as if never wanting to let go.
Vahn understood she was getting turned on.
Realizing this, he began to suck them harder by alternating between left and right. He wished milk would come of this. But still he knew he was never going to get tired of these.
"Mmmph~ Nngh..."
Her sweet moans were like an aphrodisiac, fueling his lust even more.
Sclk, schlk, slurp...
"Ahn~~ Husband... please stop!"
After ten minutes of intense sucking, her breasts emitted a steamy hot aura. They were swollen.
Only because of Seraphina's plea, he stopped.
His little brother under his robe was already rock hard, forming a small tent over his robe.
Seraphina felt it immediately. She touched it out of innocent curiosity.
"What's this, Vahn? It's poking me down there..."
Instantly, Vahn felt a pleasure he had never felt before. Despite the layer of fabric limiting the warmth of her palm, he felt it.
This fairy-like woman, a woman respected by millions, was personally grabbing his little brother, how could he not be excited?
He smiled.
"That's your beloved husband's manhood, wifey. And you have made a great mistake by touching it. I am going to eat you now..." he said with a wolfish grin, wiping the saliva from his mouth...
"His manhood?"
Gulp!
Seraphina gulped after knowing what she was holding. "Will this hard thing go inside there?"
She was a little scared, but she was also anticipating as well.
But then she felt Vahn's hand sliding off her curvy stomach to her lower region.
She instinctively wanted to stop it, but she was too late.
His warm hand touched her little sister over a thin layer of cloth. Instantly her back arched, an electrical sensation running throughout her whole body.
She never let another person touch that place, thinking the place was sacred for her husband. But today she understood what it means to be loved by the person she waited for for years.
His touch, his constant caress over her clit, sent her to an edge...
"Vahn, something is coming... coming..."
And that's how she experienced the first orgasm of her life.
Vahn grinned evily, watching the dark spot on her little sister.
He took a lick using his index finger, which earned a bashful remark from Seraphina.
"Idiot... That's dirty!"
"There's nothing dirty about it, my sweetheart. It tastes like divine nectar, especially because of your holy physique," he replied.
Seraphina wanted to die in shame. "You're shameless, Vahn. Why didn't I realize it before?"
"Because, my dear. I was always controlling myself. I have such a beautiful woman as my wife; how can I not be a little shameless?"
"Anyway, shall we delve into the main course, Wifey?" he suggested, flashing a sly smile.
"Main course?"
Seraphina gulped again, looking at his dangerous smile.
"Yes, Main Course."
While saying that, he slowly undressed himself. His black robe fell off his body, revealing a perfectly sculpted physique right before curious blue eyes.
In an instant, his little brother, about 7 inches long, flashed before Seraphina's wide eyes.
"So, it's this hard thing poking me until now. But isn't it a little too big...?" she wondered inwardly.
The tip of Vahn's shaft was already leaking out some precum.
"Can you touch it again, Seraphina? It feels so good in your hand." He requested with a sudden pleading look.
Seraphina couldn't possibly say no to this.
She immediately wrapped a fair hade like hand around his manhood.
"Wow! It's hot... It feels alive..." Seraphina commented with great curiosity as she observed it in a close proximity.
Vahn really wished she would take it into her mouth. But he knew well that women don't usually like this kind of thing unless they have a great kink or fetish with their partner's sexual organ.
If he requested it, she would definitely agree. But that would ruin their first time.
Truthfully, he was just a little insecure.
For now, he was just happy with her touch and stroking, which she learned naturally by observing his facial expression of pleasure.
She worked meticulously, driven by curiosity and the desire to please him more.
As a result, Vahn was already on the verge of exploding onto her body.
But he controlled himself. He could never sully her holy body. It was made to be loved, not tainted.
Instead, he told her to stop.
"Seraphina, my wife, please lie down. I cannot hold any longer."
Seeing his pained face, she grew worried. "What's wrong, Vahn? Are you okay?" she asked.
"No. I am not, my dear. I need to be inside you."
After saying that, he leaned closer and removed the last piece of cloth from her little sister.
She felt a sudden rush of coolness down there.
Because of her shyness, she instinctively wanted to cover that secret place with her hands.
But a firm hand grabbed hers, holding them off.
"Don't be shy, my sweetheart. Let me admire the perfect piece of creation..."
His eyes gleamed with mad fervor as he observed the jewel he never got to see in his life.
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