Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 250 - 250: Concern for the City

[: 3rd POV :]

On this normal routine day, the 2 sun's golden rays painted the world in their usual warmth and brightness.

Yet, this day held an undercurrent of significance for it heralded the imminent arrival of the Heavenly Harem Sect.

Not long ago, a wave of disturbance had swept through the world as inexplicable voices resonated in people's minds, sowing confusion and turmoil.

However, the whispers that once perplexed and troubled many now pointed to a specific city.

They would soon bear witness to the mysterious and formidable presence of the Disciples of the Heavenly Harem Sect.

The streets buzzed with an unusual mix of apprehension and curious anticipation as the city braced for the enigmatic and potentially transformative encounter.

Within the bustling streets of Mivana, there was a faction held sway.

It was the infamous Heavenly Demonic Pavilion.

Their name alone hinted at their nefarious inclinations and the sinister undertakings that colored their existence.

Their deeds, echoing the darkness of their title, ventured into realms of wickedness that surpassed the bounds of imagination.

The origin of this ominous faction remained shrouded in mystery, appearing suddenly and without explanation.

What set this faction apart was its complex structure.

It was a combination of five sects, each devoted to treading a path steeped in demonic influence.

Rather than a singular entity, it stood as a Alliances of these distinct but interconnected sects.

All of them had one common goal and that was to overthrow the current rulers of the City.

Their sudden alliance stemmed from the overwhelming challenge posed by their formidable nemeses.

Their common goal was disrupt by their nemesis and it drove these once-opposing factions to forge an unlikely unity.

Within the boundaries of the City, there was a population with over 100 million residents, and they hold a ranking of 100.

This elevated status set it far above the commonplace, a place where the extraordinary reigned as the norm.

Cultivators within this unique city wielded powers that surpassed the usual standards.

While the average cultivation level reached the esteemed stage of Transcendence, the pinnacle for these skilled individuals culminated at the revered rank of Martial Emperor.

This level of prowess was considered the zenith within a city graced with such a lofty ranking.

In the heart of the Heavenly Demonic Pavilion, within the confines of one of its five secretive sects, stood the Sect Master.

He was a figure revered and feared, bearing the esteemed cultivation prowess of the 6th Stage of the Martial Emperor.

Standing atop on a tower that epitomized the might and influence of his sect, the Sect Master surveyed his domain.

His gaze was rather commanding and authoritative.

From this vantage point, he peered down upon the sprawling expanse of the sect, a ruler watching over his dominion with an aura of absolute control.

With a voice that resonated authority, he addressed the empty air, or so it seemed.

"Azaroth, how's the situation recently against the Ethereal Sword Sect?"

The query echoed through the space, though no visible recipient stood in sight.

It was as if the Sect Master conversed with an unseen presence.

His tone carrying both expectation and a tinge of underlying concern, hinting at the ongoing conflict that held the sect in a delicate balance.

In the secluded shadows surrounding the Sect Master, his loyal men concealed their presence, their figures blending seamlessly into the darkness.

These trusted individuals, devoted to the Sect Master's cause, stood as guardians and agents of the sect's interests.

"Sect Master, we have suffered some injuries, but our losses were contained, not substantial enough to cripple us."

"it was merely enough to prompt the Ethereal Sword Sect to withdraw,"

One of his men declared, breaking the silence with a report that echoed the ongoing skirmishes.

Suddenly, as if emerging from the very essence of the shadows themselves, a man clad in obsidian robes materialized beside the Sect Master.

His sudden appearance was marked by a respectful gesture, a fist planted firmly on the ground as he delivered his report.

It was an embodiment of loyalty and efficiency within the clandestine operations of the sect.

"But if we apply more pressure, we can force them to the brink, overwhelming their defenses, ultimately positioning ourselves to seize the Realm Inheritance,"

The figure in black attire reported astutely, his words carrying the weight of strategic insight.

"I see,"

The Sect Master acknowledged, absorbing the information with a calculated demeanor.

"Then bolster our forces. Ensure that within a month's time, we receive favorable tidings,"

He demanded, his tone firm and resolute, outlining the urgency and expectation for a swift and decisive outcome.

"Yes, master,"

The man in black clothes responded promptly, displaying unwavering loyalty and commitment to executing the Sect Master's orders without a hint of hesitation.

"But Azaroth, is there any news within the City that I should be concerned about?"

The Sect Master inquired, his voice a blend of authority and curiosity, his gaze fixed on his trusted subordinate.

"There is, master,"

Azaroth responded, his tone weighted with significance, acknowledging the gravity of the information he was about to relay.

"Really?"

The Sect Master's interest piqued, a subtle arch forming on his brow as he leaned forward, his demeanor shifting to one of heightened attention and readiness to absorb the impending news.

The air crackled with an intense aura of anticipation as the Sect Master prepared to be enlightened about this undisclosed revelation.

"Recently, the cultivators from the Black Serpent Sect returned, yet their homecoming bore an unusual mark,"

Azaroth elucidated, his voice laced with a touch of apprehension and a sense of the unknown.

"Hmm, in what way?"

The Sect Master probed, his intrigue evident, as he leaned in, absorbed in the intricate details being unfolded.

"It's a perplexing matter to convey, but it appears their mental state has been corrupted,"

Azaroth elaborated, his words laced with a sense of unease.

"No one can discern the cause, but they've been incessantly muttering incomprehensible phrases, words that seem to stem from a place of unsettling obscurity,"

He explained, outlining the disturbing anomaly that had gripped the returning members of the Black Serpent Sect.

It shourded their return in an eerie mystery.

"They kept muttering, 'Glory to the Sect Master of the Heavenly Harem Sect,'"

Azaroth revealed, his words laden with an air of incredulity, as the implications began to sink in.

A moment later, the Sect Master's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of recognition dancing in their depths.

"Heavenly Harem Sect? That name again?"

The Sect Master's surprise was palpable, evoking a sense of bewilderment as the familiar name resurfaced.

"Master, forgive me for the boldness, but is it possible we remain clueless about the existence of such a sect?"

Azaroth's query hung in the air, his words tinged with a blend of deference and concern.

The Sect Master remained in thoughtful contemplation.

His mind entrenched in deep consideration, pondering the implications of this revelation.

After a measured silence, he finally broke it with a response born from his careful consideration.

"It's uncertain whether such a sect truly exists, but the mere resurgence of its name indicates some level of activity or movement,"

He speculated, his voice carrying a tone of speculative caution, hinting at the potential implications of this sudden resurgence.

"Should we be concerned about this sect, master?"

Azaroth voiced his concerns, his apprehension tangible in the air.

It hinted the worries and unease pervading their ranks regarding the strength and intentions of the enigmatic Heavenly Harem Sect.

The Sect Master's contemplative expression shifted, conveying a subtle air of confidence despite the enigma surrounding the Heavenly Harem Sect.

His discerning gaze reflected a depth of understanding regarding the intricacies of power projection.

It was a feat representing a formidable level of cultivation.

"Hmpf! There's no need to concern ourselves with this sect,"

The Sect Master retorted, exuding a confident assurance through his unwavering gaze, attempting to quell any emerging worry within his ranks.

"Even though their ability to intrude upon our thoughts is commendable, it amounts to nothing more than a petty trick"

"There's no cause for alarm,"

He declared with a touch of disdain, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.

He attempted to downplay the significance of the intruding voice, aiming to instill a sense of unwavering confidence within the sect's realm.

"In fact, the Heavenly Demonic Pavilion has initiated collaboration with other Demonic Sects in higher-ranked cities to apprehend the individual responsible for this intrusion,"

The Sect Master disclosed, shedding light on the ongoing endeavors within the sect, as well as the alliance formed with similar factions in more influential cities.

The revelation of their strategic alliance hinted at concerted efforts to identify and neutralize the source behind the vexing interference, framing it as nothing more than an elaborate prank.

"There are plans in motion to address this so-called Heavenly Harem Sect, perceived as nothing more than a group orchestrating an elaborate jest,"

He explained, outlining the sect's forthcoming strategies to counter what they believed to be a mere playful maneuver, revealing a resolve to quash this perceived prank by any means necessary.

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