Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 253 - 253: Black Serpent Sect

[: 3rd POV :]

In the bustling City of Mivana, nestled among its various factions and organizations, resided a notorious sect known as the Black Serpent.

They were one of the many groups affiliated with the larger entity, the Heavenly Demonic Pavilion.

The Black Serpent sect was infamous for their involvement in numerous heinous and despicable acts, their nefarious deeds stretching across the city's history.

They were whispered about in hushed tones, feared and reviled for their dark practices, delving into evil wicked cultivation arts that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned cultivators.

Their notoriety instilled a sense of dread and fear among the average citizens and cultivators within the city.

People averted their gazes and spoke silently when the Black Serpent sect was mentioned.

Their reputation evokes a blend of fear, respect, and apprehension.

The mere mention of their name was enough to send a chill down the spines of those who knew of their dark and formidable presence in the city.

With their sect named after a Black Serpent, all of their cultivation arts and techniques had relations to a serpent.

The Black Serpent sect, named after the ominous and venomous reptile, was known for its sinister cultivation technique.

This dark energy, resembling a poisonous serpent, had a reputation for its malevolent and lethal nature, instilling fear in the hearts of both common citizens and cultivators alike.

The black substance wielded by the Black Serpent sect was rumoured to be a deadly force, capable of eradicating life energies and devouring the very essence of its victims.

Such abilities made it a feared and reviled force in the City of Mivana.

Despite their menacing reputation, the sect had recently encountered a peculiar and dire situation that demanded the attention of their sect's master.

This unforeseen and urgent matter had arisen, causing a stir within the normally shadowed and secluded existence of the Black Serpent sect.

The need for the sect's master to address the situation had triggered a sense of alarm and urgency among their disciples.

"Dareez, have you received any news from the disciples that have just returned recently?"

An elderly man with a thick black beard addressed his loyal attendant within the confined walls of their meeting room.

"Yes, Sect Master. Although the information is sparse, we've managed to extract the crucial elements,"

Dareez responded a faithful servant serving the esteemed sect master.

"Oh? Please elaborate,"

The Sect Master, commanded his tone authoritative and expectant, signalling the significance of the information being relayed.

The air in the room held a sense of urgency, emphasizing the importance of the news brought forth.

"The reason behind their corruption might have something to do with the people they had encountered, and they were women''

''We can speculate that they were individuals associated with a sect known as the 'Heavenly Harem Sect',"

Dareez added, providing the sect master with the gathered insights.

"Hmm... It's them again,"

The Sect Master muttered, his expression shifting with a mix of concern and recognition.

Recollections flooded his mind as he remembered an incident from weeks ago when a resonant voice had warned the realms about the ominous nature of the Heavenly Harem Sect.

The memory held an air of foreboding, indicating the gravity of the situation and the potential danger the sect might pose.

Initially, the Sect Master had brushed off the peculiar occurrence as a potential prank played by his adversaries.

Yet, as the situation unfolded, it became evident that the entire city was grappling with the same unusual circumstances.

An air of uncertainty surrounded him, accompanied by a swarm of questions and a growing sense of wariness.

He grappled with the unsettling realization that such an inexplicable event couldn't be accomplished by ordinary cultivators.

It required the power of an immortal.

The mere contemplation of immortals roaming among them sent shivers down his spine.

Despite these unsettling possibilities, his pride and entrenched beliefs took root, rejecting the idea of an immortal's intervention.

Instead, he clung to the notion that these mysterious happenings were executed through the application of an ancient technique.

He refused to accept the existence of beings beyond the scope of normal cultivators.

''Do we have any clues or information on their whereabouts?''

The Sect Master thundered, flexing the muscles of his long sinewy arms.

Dareez, the loyal servant, shivered with fear and replied, ''I apologize master, but we have no clues on it''

His meek voice was barely a whisper.

All of a sudden, Dareez didn't know what had happened next.

He felt himself being grabbed by the throat.

The Sect Master's iron grip tightened around his neck as he struggled to breathe and speak.

He could feel his life slowly fading away as the fear in his eyes met the Sect Master's icy gaze.

''I have no need for someone who can provide me with no answer to my questions,''

The old man said in a chillingly cold tone.

''Which is why you should just die.''

His eyes filled with murderous intent as a black liquid bubbled out from his palms and slowly seeped towards Dareez's fearful eyes.

''NOOOOO!''

A shrill, desperate cry reverberated through the room as Dareez felt a searing heat burning its way through his innards.

His body thrashed about in agony, every muscle contracted and released as he fought to expel the vile liquid from his veins.

But it was no use.

The tar-like substance filled him to the brim, entering every pore and consuming every inch of flesh it touched.

The deadly toxin ravaged his organs one by one before eventually making its way to his brain.

The fear and pain that had filled his eyes mere moments ago were replaced with a glazed look of emptiness and despair as memories of his former life began to slip away forever.

Finally, a few seconds later, all that remained of Dareez was an empty shell: a lifeless skeleton.

''Death awaits those without a answer!'

He spat, with a glint of hatred in his eyes.

He carelessly flung the skeletal corpse onto the stone ground and then pivoted away as he gazed out the window.

Suddenly, figures blanketed in thin vapour appeared from out of nowhere.

Without hesitation, they scooped up the cadaver like it was a sack of trash, and vanished into the fog with it.

Not a single soul present uttered a single word.

"Hmpf! I don't care if it's the Heavenly Harem Sect or the Imperial Families''

''Ultimately, I will crush them all and reign supreme over this entire continent!"

Declared the Sect Master with a resolute ambition that resonated through the room.

"I will ascend and reach the legendary realm of the Immortal''

''I am the sole one capable of achieving such heights, and no other shall surpass me!"

He proclaimed, his voice tinged with an unwavering determination and an insatiable thirst for power.

The Sect Master held grand aspirations of becoming the most powerful figure, a ruler commanding authority over the entire continent.

He harboured dreams of reaching the zenith of cultivation, aspiring to attain the status of an Immortal.

However, in his relentless pursuit of power and dominance, he remained blind to the shallowness and folly of his prideful ambitions.

The Sect Master, much like many cultivators, had never ventured beyond the confines of his city.

Their fear of confronting the vast world outside held them captive.

In their seclusion, they harboured a belief in their unmatched strength, yet they remained sheltered, akin to a frog within a well, unaware of the vastness that lay beyond.

Their cultivation prowess might have been admirable within the city's limited scope, but in truth, they remained shielded from the experiences and challenges the broader world presented.

Despite their perceived might, they were yet to be truly exposed to the veritable challenges and adversities that existed beyond the familiar boundaries of their enclosed city.

''My sect and I would annihilate this city before reaching beyond to the higher ranked cities of the Continent''

''My ultimate goal is to make the Empress my own!''

''She will submit to me and no one will be able to stop us from being together''.

He looked up with passionate eyes and spoke with a conviction that shook the ground.

''I will take it all, there will be no corner untouched by my reign''

''Furthermore, I will destroy the so-called Heavenly Harem Sect and those women shall know true heaven when I am done with them.''

His words hung in the air like an ominous promise.

The Sect Master was consumed by his desires and ambitions to the extent that he failed to comprehend the potential consequences of his words.

"Who dares to speak?"

A sudden booming voice reverberated through the cracked dimensions in the sky, accompanied by the imminent threat of thunderous lightning.

Startled by the unforeseen appearance, the Sect Master's expression contorted into a mix of surprise and arrogance.

"Hmpf! Who dares to intrude upon our sect without proper permission?"

He dared to challenge without fully recognizing the gravity of the situation.

"Do I require your permission?"

The response came swiftly, and as the crack expanded, a woman emerged, flanked by three children.

It was none other than Elizabeth, her figure exuding an air of authority and power.