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Chapter 35: Seduction of the Celestial Matriarch
The Celestial Rain Sect's main hall was a marvel of elegance and elemental serenity—crystal-clear waterfalls cascading from floating jade platforms, with gentle mist imbued with spiritual essence. To the common cultivator, it was a sacred haven. To Tian Mo's women, it was simply another battlefield.
Elena Zhou, radiant in a backless silver gown laced with celestial patterns, stood before Matriarch Su Lian. Her posture was deferential, her eyes downcast with just the right amount of restraint—an experienced widow feigning humility before power.
Su Lian, statuesque and graceful despite nearing a hundred, sat on her throne wrapped in sky-blue robes. Her aura was refined, restrained, and clearly that of a Spirit Severing Realm expert at Peak Stage. But her eyes held weariness. Decades of running the sect alone had taken its toll.
"You've come to negotiate a trade route, Ms. Zhou?" Su Lian asked, her tone bored but curious.
Elena smiled gently. "Yes, and to offer a more… personal alliance between our houses."
Su Lian raised a brow.
Elena continued. "A cooperation between cultivator women of influence. So many males in power are rash. Emotional. Greedy. But we—" she stepped forward, the air around her shimmering with subtle charm Qi, "—we could guide the world better. As sisters."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Su Lian's face. Her cultivation protected her from most charm arts, but what Elena employed wasn't standard—it was laced with Primordial Chaos Soul Seed influence granted by Tian Mo.
Elena let her fingertips lightly brush Su Lian's wrist.
"Let me show you."
The moment contact was made, a thin thread of corrupted spiritual Qi slipped into Su Lian's system—quiet, elegant, and nearly undetectable.
Her pupils dilated slightly.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the sect…
Su Han, the matriarch's only son, strutted arrogantly through the training hall, barking orders at junior disciples. He was strong—Golden Core Peak Stage—but spoiled, reliant on his mother's fame.
He didn't notice Mei, disguised as a new disciple in low-cut sect robes, until she "accidentally" collided with him and dropped her scrolls.
"You clumsy—!" Su Han began, but trailed off as Mei looked up at him with watery eyes and flushed cheeks.
"S-Senior, please forgive me…" she whispered, lips trembling.
Su Han's eyes roamed her curves. Lust flickered. And so did his doom.
Mei bit her lower lip, then leaned in closer. "Maybe… I can make it up to you?"
He swallowed, hard. "Follow me. Now."
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That night, in Su Han's private courtyard, moans echoed behind spiritual seals. Mei rode him with slow, sensual control, draining his Qi little by little with every roll of her hips.
"You're… amazing," Su Han gasped, unaware that his meridians were being tainted with Tian Mo's soul imprint.
Mei licked his ear. "Oh, sweet Han… this is just the beginning."
In another hall, Elena knelt beside Su Lian's throne. The matriarch's robe had slipped, her chest rising and falling with soft, unsteady breaths. She stared at Elena with conflicted eyes—desire, confusion, vulnerability.
"You said you'd… show me…" she whispered.
Elena leaned in and kissed her. Deeply. As their spiritual energy mingled, the final thread of soul corruption embedded itself in Su Lian's sea of consciousness.
Her will weakened.
Her loyalty... began to shift.
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Far away, in his underground throne room, Tian Mo opened his eyes. Threads of new soul imprints appeared in his mind—Su Han and Su Lian. Elena and Mei had done well.
A smirk curled on his lips.
"Two more pieces added."
He rose, his aura vast, the pressure of Nascent Soul Late Stage surging around him. He was close—just a breath away from Nascent Soul Peak, and from there, the Spirit Severing Realm.
"Yin Hua," he said through soul transmission.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Begin preparations for the Subjugation of the Azure Lightning Syndicate. I want their elder daughters first. We'll conquer the men through the women this time."
"As you command."
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