Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 252 - 252: The First Conquer

[: 3rd POV :]

As Rezia unleashed her immense pressure throughout the sect, all the disciples, the Sect Master, and even Azaroth were forcefully driven to the ground.

They were unable to withstand the overwhelming aura emanating from her.

It was as if an indomitable force had materialized.

It had rendered them utterly helpless against her imposing presence.

The intense pressure triggered a wave of memories for Azaroth, bringing back the vivid recollection of that terrifying day.

In shock and disbelief, he couldn't help but connect the dots, muttering to himself.

'I-It's the same kind of pressure that I felt on that day! I-It can't be!'

The startling realization flooded him with a mix of horror and disbelief.

He had grappled with the possibility that the same formidable force he had encountered earlier was now present in Rezia's overwhelming aura.

The sudden realization overwhelmed Azaroth, filling him with an insurmountable fear of the woman before him.

Struggling to muster the courage to raise his gaze towards her, what he saw was nothing short of a terrifying spectacle.

The sky was an ominous canvas.

The clouds were roaring with thunderous echoes, portraying an atmosphere dripping with power and foreboding energy.

The aura emanating from Rezia spoke volumes about her might.

It instilled a sense of impending doom and the fragility of life in that moment.

It felt as though any spoken word could bring about an untimely and irreversible consequence.

Perhaps even the loss of his own life.

The paralyzing fear wrapped itself around him, rendering Azaroth speechless and motionless, trapped in the chilling spectacle before him.

Initially, Azaroth found himself completely silenced by the overwhelming aura.

It reduced him to incapable of uttering a single word.

The intensity of the presence seemed to petrify his very being.

Despite his immobilizing fear, Azaroth dared to shift his gaze towards the Sect Master, only to witness a sight even more distressing.

The Sect Master, in stark contrast to his usual composed demeanour, seemed to have lost his composure entirely.

His behaviour bordered on the irrational, continually murmuring, 'It can't be'

He was struggling to accept the shocking truth he was unwilling to accept.

It became apparent to Azaroth that the reason behind the Sect Master's denial was rooted in fear.

The profound terror of facing the reality before them seemed to be the force driving his rejection of the chilling truth.

Suddenly, Rezia's demeanour shifted as she lifted the oppressive pressure from all present.

Chuckling mischievously, she seemed to dismiss the intense atmosphere as though it had all been an elaborate jest.

"W-What?"

Azaroth's confusion was palpable.

He couldn't grasp the sudden shift in the woman's behaviour, left puzzled by the inexplicable turn of events.

Why had she rescinded the pressure, especially after making a statement about her intentions to harm them?

"Come on. Don't give me that serious expression,"

She laughed, her voice ringing with amusement.

It had further confounded Azaroth and the others present with her sudden change from a threat to playful banter.

"It was just a joke, and Elder Sister Elizabeth told me not to kill anyone,"

Rezia clarified, referencing Elizabeth's directive, which was in alignment with orders from Daniel, thus explaining her change in demeanour.

The very idea of facing punishment from Daniel kept Rezia from acting with any intention to harm them.

It was this fear of reprisal that prevented her from taking any drastic measures.

Since the consequences of defying such orders were too severe to risk.

"S-So why did you come here...?"

The Sect Master inquired, his once authoritative demeanour now replaced with a pitiful and fearful expression.

He appeared to be on the verge of collapse at any moment, utterly overwhelmed by the situation and the abrupt change in Rezia's intentions.

"Well, it can't be helped,"

Rezia nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, seemingly dismissive of the necessity to make an appearance.

"If I don't show myself, there would be people who think that the Heavenly Harem Sect is a joke,"

She explained, recognizing the importance of maintaining the sect's reputation in the eyes of others.

"Cultivators are known for their pride, but that doesn't quite apply to my Sect Master, of course,"

She added, deliberately exempting Daniel.

In Rezia's eyes, Daniel was more than just a cultivator.

He was regarded as a benevolent god, elevated above the status of a mere cultivator.

Her reverence for Daniel as a divine figure rather than merely a skilled practitioner.

She had huge devotion to him and her utmost respect for his status within the Heavenly Harem Sect.

After all, there was no conceivable way for a typical cultivator to parallel him.

Daniel was an enigmatic figure, one who would offer the world to his disciples, yet demand nothing less than their unconditional love and devotion

For Rezia, this dynamic had fueled an absolute loyalty and an obsessive reverence towards Daniel.

She was resolute in her pursuit of their shared goal, and relentless in her dedication to him and his cause.

"But..."

She paused, her tone shifting.

Stepping closer to the Sect Master, she crouched down to meet his eye level, her gaze intense and unwavering.

"Are you one of them who insulted my master?"

Her question was laced with an unsettling pressure.

She exuded an air of intimidation that bore down upon the Sect Master.

A palpable force that made it clear that Rezia's devotion to Daniel had veered into a deeply protective and potentially aggressive territory.

The oppressive pressure this time seemed to bear down solely on the Sect Master.

He felt an overwhelming sensation as if his entire being was being compressed and weighed down.

"HIKKK!"

A strangled sound escaped him.

It was beyond mere fear.

He was now teetering on the precipice of an unfathomable terror.

He felt an impending doom closing in on him as if a scythe was poised ominously close to his neck.

With an eerie and unsettling expression, Rezia's gaze bore into him.

Her unsettling countenance only added to the Sect Master's distress.

The intensity of the fear and the dreadful anticipation of imminent harm made his fear all-encompassing and overpowering.

Overwhelmed by the sheer terror, the Sect Master couldn't help but betray his fear in the most unnerving way.

The gravity of the moment forced him to lose control.

His body involuntarily reacted to the immense pressure and the looming threat, causing him to lose control of his bladder.

Despite the embarrassing loss of control, the Sect Master remained engulfed by overwhelming fear.

It caused his body to shake uncontrollably, his fear palpable in every trembling limb.

"N-No, I didn't,"

He stammered in a desperate attempt to defend himself.

His voice quivered as he tried to assert his innocence despite the all-encompassing dread coursing through his body.

"I see. I believe you. After all, if you were lying, I would have taken your life,"

Rezia chuckled innocently, despite knowing deep down that he was being untruthful.

Her whimsical chuckle held an unsettling edge, indicating her understanding of the situation.

Yet she refrained from executing any lethal retribution.

Her decision to spare his life despite his falsehood carried an underlying warning.

A subtle reminder of her control and the consequences of deceit.

Rezia's words only served to escalate the fear and dread coursing through the Sect Master.

The looming anticipation of his demise heightened his terror, feeling as though his life was hanging by a thread, ready to be severed at any moment.

"But still, what a pathetic man you are,"

She commented, her gaze locked on him with a mixture of disdain and disdainful pity.

"I can't believe that you peed right in front of me,"

She added, her expression contorting with evident disgust at his involuntary reaction.

"I never expected these were the kind of people that I used to admire. How foolish I am,"

Rezia commented, her words carrying a sense of disappointment and disillusionment.

The Sect Master found himself further crushed under the weight of shame and regret for failing to live up to the standards or expectations of someone he once held in high regard.

The Sect Master remained silent, unable to even bring himself to meet Rezia's gaze.

He was consumed by the overwhelming mix of fear, shame, and confusion.

"Doesn't this look good?"

Rezia's sudden question cut through the eerie silence that lingered in the air.

"H-Huh?"

The Sect Master was taken aback, his mind muddled by confusion as he struggled to comprehend her inquiry.

"Doesn't this sect look pleasant to offer to my master? What do you think?"

Rezia turned her head, fixing her gaze on the Sect Master.

Confused and anxious, the Sect Master's mind failed to grasp the true intent of her words.

He interpreted them in an entirely different light due to his state of disorientation and distress.

Under the threat of potential death, the Sect Master felt compelled to acquiesce to Rezia's demands to protect his own life, despite his true feelings.

His words were coated with forced compliance.

"Y-Yes. This sect looks good to be offered to your master."

Rezia, seemingly content with his response, commended him for his compliance.

"Good! I can't believe that you're such an understanding sect master. You would last long with this kind of attitude,"

She remarked, her words carrying a sense of twisted approval, despite the Sect Master's forced compliance being a product of fear and coercion rather than genuine understanding.

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