In another world, at the headquarters of the Jiuju Sect.
As a well-known evil sect in their cultivation world, the top leaders of the Jiuju had gathered in a deserted, cursed forest.
They stared at the looming, swirling vortex in front of them.
Some of them were worried about whether the rumors of an "Ascension" to the Upper World were true or false. They didn't know exactly when this dimensional channel had appeared, if there were others like it, or how long it would last.
So, they had thrown a timid, low-level disciple into it as a test subject.
Being timid meant cherishing life. At the very least, he would survive longer in a dangerous environment than an arrogant disciple.
The elders looked at the vortex with uncertain eyes.
It seemed that the portal was becoming unstable, about to dissipate.
If it is really a channel to Ascend to the Upper World, wouldn't we miss a great opportunity if it closes?
However, they finally received news.
One of the top leaders quickly grabbed a piece of cloth that was spat out from the vortex.
It was the uniform of the disciple they had thrown in. The cloth was exclusive to the Jiuju Sect.
After signaling to each other, they spread out the rag.
Written on it in hurried blood:
> The Upper World is rich in resources, like entering a supreme treasure land.
> The cultivation paths are infinitely higher.
> There are also large cultivation sects similar to our Jiuju Sect.
> The Elders can bring their disciples to Ascend, so that we can gain a foothold in the Upper World!
>
The more impatient elders' eyes lit up with greed.
Just as they were about to shout orders to mobilize the sect and charge into the portal, they realized the scene had gone dead silent.
What… what happened?
Didn't the message say ascending to the Upper World would bring great benefits?
Seeing that the vortex was about to dissipate, the impatient elders were about to rush forward, but they were violently yanked back by the Sect Master.
The back of the Jiuju Sect Master's robes was soaked with cold sweat.
He held the bloody rag in his hand tightly, not even daring to look at the vortex channel again.
There is a problem!
There is a massive problem!
A ball of green ghost-fire erupted from his palm, directly burning the rag to ashes.
Immediately, a shrill, agonizing cry sounded from the ashes, ringing out like a death knell. It was the true voice of the disciple, or perhaps the Cultivator who had just fled back from Tokyo.
"DON'T ASCEND!"
"DON'T ASCEND!!"
Instantly, a terrifying shock washed over everyone present.
They watched the vortex shrink and disappear, but no one moved a muscle.
"Gulp..."
Someone couldn't help but swallow nervously.
The look in their eyes when they stared at the empty space where the vortex had been was no longer filled with yearning. Rather, it was as if they had just avoided stepping into the deepest, most sinister layer of the Netherworld.
The Upper World… is Hell...
Tokyo: Mizunotsuki Residence
Seiran Mizunotsuki crushed the Evil Cultivator's soul in his palm with a little regret.
It wasn't time to develop the Other World yet. He had to wait a little longer.
So for now, extracting the cultivation manuals from this fleeing "appetizer" would have to suffice.
It is enough to get a little practice method.
Seiran had been worried about the lack of bottom-level Extraordinary powers to hand out to his followers. It wasn't impossible to exchange low-level skills directly from the System, but Seiran didn't want to waste System Points on garbage tier magic.
He looked at his panel again.
[System Points: 270,000]
Very good.
The [Chibaku Tensei] is not too far away.
Finally, Seiran checked the maintenance logs for his "Vests" (his summoned illusions/personas).
He noticed that the consumption rate for maintaining the appearance of Ashiya Douman was much less than the first time he used it… and the same went for Abe no Seimei.
As time went by, the System Points required to maintain these Vests were decreasing drastically.
This led Seiran to a very interesting speculation.
Is it the Faith of the people?
Or has the Vest taken root in the World's Logic?
Seiran was more inclined toward the former.
With the blessing of human belief and awe, the Vests might be able to break away from needing constant System Point upkeep and become self-sustaining concepts under Seiran's control.
This was a fantastic development. It meant that as he created more Vests in the future, the consumption of System Points wouldn't snowball into an unmanageable astronomical figure. It solved his long-term worries.
Then...
Slurp, slurp.
Seiran looked down.
Ai Hayasaka was kneeling between his spread legs beneath the heavy mahogany desk of his study. She was dressed flawlessly in her classic, highly stylized Gal (Gyaru) persona: a dangerously short plaid skirt, loose white socks, an unbuttoned blouse that pushed her heavy, pale breasts up into a deep cleavage, and glossy pink lips that were currently wrapped tightly around the base of his massive, throbbing erection.
She bobbed her head rhythmically, her throat working hard as she swallowed the last, thick ropes of his morning load.
Gulp.
Hayasaka pulled off his slick, veiny cock with a soft pop, a thick string of white semen bridging the gap between his glans and her glossy lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of his cum.
Normally, she took pride in her impeccable service, but this morning, her beautiful blue eyes were a little blurry, clouded with a mix of lingering lust and deep, bubbling resentment.
Something big happened.
The Mistress of the Harem has changed.
She grumbled internally about the stupidity of the Yukinoshita family. At the same time, she was complaining about Eri Kisaki's good luck.
It shouldn't be like this…
I obviously serve Lord Mizunotsuki perfectly.
Almost every morning when she woke up, she had to pour "milk" into her mouth. Logically speaking, Eri Kisaki couldn't compare to her in that regard.
So Hayasaka felt she should have taken over Reiko Yukinoshita's position as the head of the household.
I am in charge of all the affairs of the family, inside and outside!
What does Eri Kisaki do?
Just stick her butt out and look dignified?
That's definitely not fair.
Hayasaka couldn't understand it very well.
She couldn't figure out the political math.
But Reiko Yukinoshita could figure it out.
She understood it perfectly.
Tokyo: The Yukinoshita Estate
"PAH!!"
A sharp, violent slap echoed through the living room.
For the first time in her life, Reiko hardened her heart and struck her youngest daughter, Yukino, across the face.
The force of the blow knocked Yukino to the floor.
But Haruno stood to the side, making no move to stop her mother.
Because Yukino had caused too much trouble this time.
Even if Yukino was beaten half to death right now, Haruno knew she could only watch and bear it.
Beat her. Beat her hard… at least we have to show the other factions our attitude.
We have to give Lord Mizunotsuki an explanation.
Looking at Yukino, who was holding her red, swelling cheek with tearful eyes, Haruno couldn't bear to look anymore and turned her head away.
"Do you admit your mistake?..." Reiko asked, her voice trembling with cold rage.
Admit it.
Whenever Yukino thought of the extremely sad, broken look of Kyoaki Hashimoto, she was overwhelmed by a crushing feeling of shame.
I admit it.
Noticing her sister's attitude of accepting fault, Haruno finally closed her eyes in pain.
And Reiko's eyes became colder and colder.
What are you admitting!?
Was it your fault that the Onmyoryo lost the Seimei Fan?
Stupid!
TOO STUPID!
Who do you think you are?
Can you take on this responsibility? Even if you stand up and admit it yourself, are you qualified to take the blame for the destruction of a God's relic?
Reiko originally thought that her second daughter would mature and improve after the initial supernatural incidents, but Yukino was still as naive as before.
Yes.
Naivety is not inherently a bad quality. In normal society, it is often associated with positive traits like idealism and innocence.
But Yukino could not afford to be naive anymore.
People have to learn to think according to their position in the hierarchy.
Is it reasonable for a Prime Minister to think about how to carry manure every day?
Perhaps some idealists say that high-ranking officials and street sweepers are the same, and both are contributing to the country.
That is just for fun. A lie told to children.
The butt determines the head. (Where you sit determines how you must think).
Yukino could maintain her previous idealistic beliefs, but she had to first ensure that she had a strong background to support those concepts!
She used to have it.
Because her mother and sister had secured Seiran's favor, so many powerful people had allowed Yukino to do whatever she wanted. Even entering a restricted, sacred mountain like the Onmyoryo with complete strangers was allowed because she was a Yukinoshita.
Reiko believed that her little daughter had been raised astray.
Yukino could not see reality clearly, nor could she understand the cruel truths of power.
"Yukino!" Reiko snapped, demanding her attention.
Yukino silently accepted the scolding from her mother, tears streaming down her face.
Yes. Today, Reiko had to tell Yukino everything.
"Yukino… why didn't you tell us right away when those women approached you?"
Because Yukino wanted to make some achievements independently. She wanted to improve the Yukinoshita family's status through her own merit, so they wouldn't have to be slaves to Seiran. Her starting point was actually good.
If she had done it well, everyone would have praised her.
But she failed.
So she was wrong. And she was very wrong.
But the most important thing—the unforgivable sin—was not the failure itself.
"Why didn't you report it to Lord Mizunotsuki?..." Haruno asked, her eyes filled with deep disappointment.
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