The woman beside Wuji stepped forward, and holy shit—she was trouble with a capital T. Mid-thirties, pale skin like marble, jet-black hair pulled into a severe bun with silver pins that probably doubled as weapons.
Her Sect robes were form-fitting obsidian silk that hugged every curve—and damn, she had curves.
Full breasts that could suffocate a man, a waist tiny enough to wrap your hands around, and legs that went on forever. But it was her eyes that made my blood run cold—pale blue, emotionless, like staring into winter itself.
[System Alert: Extreme Threat Detected - Elder Feng Lianhua]
[Cultivation: Mid-Nascent Soul]
[Danger Level: LETHAL]
[Harem Potential: SSS-Rank (Corruption Required)]
[Warning: Direct confrontation inadvisable]
Great. The system wanted me to seduce the ice queen who could probably turn me into paste with a flick of her wrist. Just fucking perfect.
"Elder Feng," Wuji said, his voice respectful for the first time I'd ever heard. "The old dog is cornered. Shall we put him down?"
Feng Lianhua's gaze swept over our little rebel army like we were insects. When her eyes landed on me, I felt the crushing weight of her cultivation pressing down.
My knees wanted to buckle, but the vitality overflow held me upright—barely.
"Zhao Tianlong," she said, her voice smooth as silk and twice as deadly. "The dead emperor walks again. How... amusing."
Lin Yue's bow creaked as she drew it back further. "Back off, Sect bitch! You're not welcome here!"
Those pale eyes shifted to Lin, and I swear the temperature dropped ten degrees. "Such crude language from cattle. Perhaps I should cut out your tongue first."
Feng raised one delicate hand, qi swirling around her fingers like liquid starlight. The rebels scrambled for cover, but there was nowhere to run in this narrow valley. We were trapped.
Time to think fast. Direct fight was suicide—she'd slaughter us all without breaking a sweat.
But the system was humming with possibilities. I still had those harem points burning a hole in my pocket.
[Emergency Purchase Available: Distraction Pheromone Cloud - 60 Harem Points]
[Effect: Releases airborne aphrodisiac that affects all women in 100-meter radius, causing arousal and reduced aggression for 10 minutes]
Risky as hell, but it might level the playing field. I "bought" it, feeling a small vial materialize in my sleeve.
"Wait!" I called out, stepping forward with my hands raised. "Elder Feng, surely a woman of your... refinement... doesn't need to dirty her hands with peasants."
She paused, curious. "Oh? And what does the broken dragon propose?"
I walked closer, close enough to smell her perfume—jasmine and something darker, more intoxicating. "A wager. Single combat. Me against you. If I win, you leave. If you win... well, you get the pleasure of killing me personally."
Wuji laughed harshly. "Father, you've truly lost your mind. She could kill you with her pinky finger."
But Feng looked intrigued. "Interesting. What makes you think you could possibly—"
I crushed the vial in my sleeve. The pheromone cloud erupted invisibly, spreading fast. Within seconds, I saw the effects. Feng's pupils dilated slightly, her breathing deepened, and a faint flush crept up her neck. Behind me, Mei Ling gasped softly, pressing her thighs together. Lin Yue's bow wavered as she bit her lip, confusion clouding her features.
[Pheromone Effect: All female targets affected]
[Aggression reduced by 75%]
[Arousal levels rising]
"As I was saying," I continued, stepping even closer to Feng. "I propose we settle this like civilized people. Unless... you're afraid of an old man?"
Her ice-cold composure cracked just a bit. The pheromones were working—I could see heat building in those pale eyes, her silk robes suddenly feeling too tight. "Afraid? Preposterous."
But her voice was breathier now, and when I "accidentally" brushed her hand while gesturing, she didn't pull away immediately. The contact sent sparks through both of us.
[Contact with SSS-Rank Target: Vitality +15]
[Dangerous Seduction Initiated]
"Then let's make it interesting," I said, my voice dropping low and husky. "No cultivation. Just... physical prowess."
The double meaning hung in the air like a loaded gun. Feng's cheeks flushed deeper, the pheromones making her mind race in directions she probably wasn't used to. Around us, the other women were squirming—Mei Ling's hand had somehow found its way to her neck, stroking softly, while Lin Yue was staring at me with new eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Wuji, being male, was unaffected and getting suspicious. "Elder Feng? Are you feeling alright? You look... flushed."
She shook her head sharply, trying to clear it. "I'm fine. This is ridiculous. I should just—"
"Scared?" I interrupted, moving close enough that my breath tickled her ear. "I understand. A delicate flower like you probably isn't used to... hands-on combat."
That did it. Her pride flared, overriding the caution that her sect training demanded. "Very well, old fool. No cultivation. When I break every bone in your body with my bare hands, remember that you asked for this."
The arena was a flat section of rock near the cliff edge. The rebels formed a circle, with Wuji and his men on one side, my new allies on the other. The pheromones were in full effect now—every woman present was flushed and breathing hard, eyes glued to the coming "fight."
Feng stepped into the circle, and fuck me, she was gorgeous. The silk robes clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve, every muscle.
Without her cultivation suppressing it, her natural femininity blazed like a bonfire. She moved like liquid sex, all fluid grace and deadly intent.
But I had advantages she didn't know about. The vitality overflow kept my old body moving smooth as silk, and more importantly, the pheromones had her distracted. She was trying to focus on combat while her body screamed for something else entirely.
I circled her slowly, playing up the "harmless old man" angle. "Last chance to back down, my dear. I'd hate to embarrass you in front of your student."
She lunged, faster than a striking snake. But the pheromones had thrown off her timing just enough—I sidestepped, letting her momentum carry her past me. As she spun to face me again, I was right there, close enough that our bodies almost touched.
"Missed," I whispered against her ear, and I swear she shivered.
[Intimate Proximity: Vitality +10]
[Target Arousal Level: Critical]
Her next attack came as a spinning kick, but she was breathing too hard, moving too recklessly. I caught her ankle—smooth skin burning hot against my palm—and used her own force to send her stumbling. She caught herself gracefully, but not before I got a perfect view down her robes. No underclothes. Typical Sect arrogance.
[Voyeuristic Bonus: Harem Points +5]
"You're... you're doing something," she panted, eyes wild with confusion and desire. "Some kind of technique."
"Just being myself," I replied, advancing slowly. "Is that so wrong?"
She tried to grapple me then, launching herself forward with desperate aggression. But in her aroused state, what should have been a combat hold turned into something very different.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressed flush against mine, those magnificent tits crushing against my chest. I could feel her heat through the silk, smell the feminine musk of her arousal.
For a moment, we stood frozen like that—an old emperor and a deadly ice queen locked in an embrace that was equal parts combat and foreplay. Her breathing was ragged against my neck, and I felt her hips shift involuntarily, grinding against my rock-hard cock.
[Critical Intimate Contact: Vitality +25]
[Harem Points +20]
[SSS-Rank Target: Seduction Progress 15%]
"What... what is this feeling?" she whispered, her cold facade finally cracking. "I shouldn't... I can't..."
"Shh," I murmured, one hand sliding down to rest on the small of her back. "Don't fight it."
But the pheromone cloud was starting to fade, and her sect training kicked back in. She pushed away from me, stumbling back with horror in her eyes. "You... you did something to me! Poisoned the air!"
Well, shit. Cover blown.
She raised her hand, cultivation flaring back to life. "I'll kill you for this humiliation!"
But before she could unleash hell, a new voice cut through the tension like a blade:
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone froze. Standing on the ridge above us was a figure that made even Feng Lianhua step back in shock. Tall, powerful, radiating an aura that dwarfed everyone present. Golden robes, a face that looked carved from marble, and eyes that held the wisdom of ages.
Zhao Chen. My grandson. The true protagonist of this fucked-up story.
And he looked pissed.