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Chapter 3: Threads of Corruption
Power was not just built with strength.
It was built with secrets, seduction, and silence.
Tian Mo understood this better than any mortal or cultivator on Earth. That's why, instead of raising a flag and declaring war against the world, he was doing something far more dangerous—
He was rewriting the foundation of it.
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Anna's Role had evolved. No longer just a seductive pawn, she had become the spider weaving his web in high society. Under Tian Mo's influence, her charm turned insidious. Her conversations dripped with subtle corruption. Her beauty brought in wives of politicians, daughters of CEOs, influencers, actresses—all looking for comfort, or rebellion, or escape.
She gave them all three.
Each woman was assessed and sorted.
Strong meridians or rare physiques? Marked for cultivation and bound to his inner circle.
High status or wealth? Manipulated, seduced, turned into assets.
No value? Forgotten.
Tian Mo didn't waste. He only invested.
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Yin Hua, meanwhile, began training and organizing their growing underground network. Disguised as a secret modeling agency, it became a place where women were recruited, assessed, and awakened under Tian Mo's demonic cultivation methods.
They were given pleasure, purpose, and power—then marked with Chaos Sigils that linked them to his will.
Yin Hua herself had taken over three minor female cultivators in the Hidden Circle, broken them down, and reshaped them as loyal agents—silent, sexy, and utterly his.
Every breath they took now whispered his name.
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Tian Mo's Cultivation progressed unnaturally fast.
Through dual cultivation and devouring corrupted emotions, his strength surged to Foundation Establishment (Mid-Stage).
He had already begun forming his Chaos Sea Core, a twisted variation of the Golden Core stage, birthed not from enlightenment—but from entropy and conquest.
He stood alone on Earth in his path. No one could comprehend his technique. No one could replicate his results. And no one knew the dark truth behind his rise.
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But not all threads led to pleasure. Some led to pain.
Tian Mo had not forgotten the faces of those who humiliated him in his previous life. In this life, some had returned as pampered young masters, minor cultivators, or mid-level executives within the Hidden Circle.
Zhang Liwen, son of a sect elder who once crippled Tian Mo for defying orders, now flaunted his wealth in online cultivation forums and ran a pill-trading business in the black market.
Tian Mo smiled coldly as he watched a video of Zhang showing off to a group of women, claiming, "I could buy out any trash cultivator who thinks talent matters more than connections."
"He'll be a good start," Tian Mo whispered.
But killing was too easy. He wanted to break them. Take their women. Take their legacy. And make them live long enough to watch everything crumble.
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Back in his penthouse, Anna knelt at his feet, her eyes glazed in bliss after a brutal cultivation session. Crimson sigils burned across her thighs, pulsating in rhythm with his Chaos Qi.
"I've scheduled another round of high-society introductions," she breathed, voice shaky. "The governor's wife. A singer with latent wood physique. Even a congresswoman's daughter…"
Tian Mo stroked her hair. "Good. Train them well. If they resist…"
Anna's eyes gleamed with submission. "I'll make them beg to be used."
Yin Hua entered next, carrying scrolls and blood-marked ledgers. "Sir, I've begun forming your covert security force. All female. All bound. Within three months, they will be strong enough to rival low-tier sects."
Tian Mo looked out the window, city lights reflecting in his eyes.
"This is only the beginning," he said softly.
"Let Earth drown in beauty and chaos."
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