Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 254 - 254: Elizabeth's Anger

[: Elizabeth POV :]

My entire existence underwent a transformation the moment I became a disciple of my master.

More than just a disciple, I became his wife, a fate I hadn't anticipated but one that brought unparalleled joy into my life.

Reflecting on my past, it's easy to forget that I was born without the innate talents or spiritual roots typically required for cultivation.

However, my master defied those limitations, reshaping my destiny with his boundless power and love.

His influence turned my inadequacies into strengths, and every day spent by his side filled my heart with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

I revelled in the unexpected delight of not only being his disciple but also his beloved wife.

The connection we shared was beyond the realms of mere teacher and student.

It intertwined our fates in a way I could have never imagined.

Master is an unparalleled force of benevolence, his kindness flowing boundlessly like an endless river.

His generosity extends beyond the conceivable, offering the world to each of his disciples without demanding much in return, except for our love and our bodies.

It's a selfless devotion that defies the norms of this world.

In the vast expanse of existence, where could one possibly find a master of such extraordinary calibre?

Master stands alone, a beacon of immense power coupled with unparalleled kindness, a rare combination that sets him apart from any other.

Just when I believed my love for him had reached its zenith, it unfurled like an unstoppable force, surpassing all previous limits and transcending into a realm that seemed to pierce the very heavens.

The depth of my affection for him became an ever-expanding universe, echoing the boundless magnitude of his own extraordinary existence.

As Master began his conquest of cities, his authority soared to greater heights.

Surprisingly, I found myself drawn to this newfound level of authority, an aspect of him that I not only accepted but welcomed with open arms.

In my perspective, Master's increasing authoritative demeanour is not only acceptable but desirable.

I wholeheartedly support and embrace his desires, whether they involve acquiring more women or expanding his influence through the addition of more children.

My devotion to him knows no bounds.

This loyalty stems from the recognition of the highest authority Master has bestowed upon me.

As his disciple and wife, I hold the pinnacle status among his followers, granting me a certain degree of autonomy.

This unique position allows me to act independently, ensuring that I can safeguard my Master's interests with the utmost dedication and zeal.

Therefore, any act of blasphemy against Master, regardless of the source, is entirely intolerable to me.

My commitment to him is resolute, and I stand ready to defend his honour against any who dare to challenge it.

While I possess the capability to mete out punishment to my sisters, it's not a task I relish.

Our sect is envisioned as a haven and paradise for women who have endured suffering, harboured lofty ambitions, or simply aspired to lead fulfilling lives.

Yet, my tolerance has its limits.

If a sister were to utter even the slightest criticism of my master, they should not anticipate mercy from me. T

he sect, under my watchful eye, is a bastion of devotion to our master.

Thankfully, the current state of affairs within the sect is favourable.

Not a single soul dares to badmouth my master.

Even before they joined our ranks, these sisters exhibited unwavering loyalty.

Each one willingly embraced anything required to become a part of this sacred sect.

Their dedication is a testament to the profound influence and allure wielded by my master.

It feels like just a few weeks ago when my life was that of an ordinary woman residing in a remote corner of the continent.

Back then, during the early stages of master's recruitment efforts, there were only five of us.

However, within a span of a mere month, or perhaps even less, the number of women aspiring to join our sect skyrocketed to hundreds of thousands.

This surge is a clear testament to the profound impact my master has on the world.

The royal mark on our fists has become a symbol of our sect's reputation, ensuring that no one in the cities conquered by our master dares to cross our path.

Yet, my desires are insatiable.

I yearn for the world to recognize my master's greatness and instil fear of him in the hearts of all.

I wish to extend the invitation of our sect to every woman, ensuring they all have the chance to join us.

The moment my master bestowed upon me the mission to find more disciples for recruitment, I felt an overwhelming sense of blessing.

The delight within me soared as I carefully selected a group of disciples and children to accompany me on this important task.

Unlike a forceful conquest to rule the city, my intention was to spread the master's reputation as a saviour for all women.

I envisioned our approach to be one of compassion, where the city's inhabitants would willingly join us, drawn by the allure of the paradise that the sect could offer.

My heart swelled with dedication, knowing that every new disciple we brought into the sect was another soul saved and uplifted by the benevolence of our master.

But there was a surge of anger and frustration coursed through me when I learned of a disturbing incident.

Someone had audaciously touched Clarosia, one of our newest disciples, by force.

The very thought of any man's hand on one of our own was infuriating.

In our world, only one person held the privilege to touch us, and that was none other than the master himself.

The sanctity of our bond with our master was something I held sacred.

The audacity of anyone else to infringe upon that boundary was not just a violation but an affront to the very principles we stood for.

My decision to protect the sanctity of our connection intensified, and I vowed to address this issue promptly and decisively.

The news of Clarosia being touched against her will fueled a storm of conflicting emotions within me.

The thought of anyone else violating the purity of our disciples, especially the newest and youngest among us, was enough to stir a fury.

However, the prospect of Master learning about this incident filled me with a different kind of dread.

Master, with his soft heart for the young ones, would undoubtedly react vehemently to such an offence.

The idea of him being disappointed in me, his most loyal disciple and wife, struck terror in my heart.

His disappointment, to me, was a fate worse than death.

The burden of upholding his expectations and safeguarding the honour of our sect weighed heavily on my shoulders.

The audacity of the Black Serpent to lay hands on one of our own, especially a young and innocent disciple like Clarosia, was an affront that fueled the flames of my fury.

The authority granted to me by Master empowered me to take necessary actions for the sect's greater good, and I wouldn't spare any effort to ensure justice was served.

Yet, amidst my righteous anger, the words of the man responsible for the incident lingered in my mind, like an unsettling itch.

Their insolence irked me, as I couldn't fathom anyone daring to challenge the sanctity of our sect, let alone lay claim to the wrists of our disciples.

The disrespect towards Master's disciples was a stain I couldn't bear.

He dares to insult the sect!?

He dares to insult my sisters that masters find precious!?

And he dares to insult Master?!

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You have made a big mistake Master of the Black Serpent Sect, which is why, your deserving fate is death itself!

The moment I had appeared with 3 children on my back, the sect master frowned his eyes.

"It's only a woman and 3 children? What is this, a joke? I can't believe I was on guard just because of a woman! How ridiculous!''

He insulted me as much as he could and he had a negative review towards women who were cultivators as he believed they were weak creatures.

The moment those disdainful words left the Sect Master's mouth, my anger surged like an unstoppable tidal wave.

How dare he underestimate the strength of a woman and belittle my presence along with the innocent children standing behind me?

The disrespect cut deep, and my blood boiled with fury.

My eyes blazed with intensity, and a cold fire of anger flickered within me.

Every word he spoke was like a slap to my face, challenging not just my abilities but the entire essence of the Heavenly Harem Sect.

I couldn't let this insult stand.

It was a direct affront to Master's teachings and the pride of every woman who had found solace within our sect.

At that moment, I made a silent vow to kill and teach this arrogant Sect Master a lesson he would never learn.

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