Villain Seduces to Rise in Status

"You Filth from a fallen continent!"

Refusing to be humiliated any further, Wang Rou stepped forward, his face twisted in rage.

Tapping into the core of their grand formation, he summoned an oppressive storm that blotted out the sun.

The very atmosphere grew heavy and suffocating as a terrifying, spectral green dragon roared into existence, coiling menacingly through the darkened sky.

’A-A dragon... did he summon it? No... he made a what? A manifestation or something? This is possible too?!’

Trying not to be unfazed by the apocalyptic beast, Cale swept his arms wide, summoning a violent tempest of his own.

Arcs of chaotic red and blue lightning crackled around him, violently compressing into a volatile, unstable sphere of destruction. All eighteen blades’ tips stuck together, making something like a drill spinning with a speed so high, it looked like it wasn’t even moving.

""Go!", With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the crackling drill directly into the heart of the enemy’s grand formation.

The collision tore the sky apart, sending devastating shockwaves of chaotic green, gold, and crimson energy rippling across the horizon.

Wang Rou, escaping from Cale’s attacks, counterattacked too. Making a few hand signs, thousands of ethereal blades materialized within the chaotic storm, raining down upon Cale in a relentless, inescapable barrage.

The heavens themselves seemed to fracture under the sheer weight of their clashing spiritual power.

Cale charged headlong into the maelstrom, his figure blurring as he pushed his speed to the absolute limit.

He wove through the deadly rain of swords, using barriers, parrying every attack he could, but the overwhelming barrage left his pristine robes torn and his skin bruised.

A thin trail of blood trickled down his cheek, yet his piercing gaze remained entirely unshaken.

Staring into the gaping, emerald maw of the roaring phantom dragon made using some bizarre technique, Cale didn’t show an ounce of fear.

"As expected, their techniques are crazy, like we are the primitives here..."

A weak smirk broke across his battered face.

An hour of continuous battle had nearly exhausted Cale’s defenses.

Even with reserves as massive as his, they too possessed finite limits. His domains wavered. His will weakened with each passing minute.

’...Guess it’s about time.’

He activated Earth Escape Technique, going fully into the earth below, evading any pursuers who might follow before slipping completely into his inner sanctum.

Wang Rou, who had positioned himself directly above Cale’s entry point, stared in disbelief.

"H-He just vanished? Where did he go!"

He barked orders at surrounding soldiers. "Search for him! He must be here somewhere using an artifact for concealment!"

But Wang Zetian wanted to disengage. He approached Yunfeng’s Avatar Dharma Body—the manifestation he left behind. He saw Cale struggling and left believing he would be dealt with anyways. Since the original had recently formed an Avatar so it had only achieved Beginner Stage, yet still could order them and strategize.

"Lord, why continue pursuing him? Wouldn’t it be more strategic to advance our plans and capture him later when he’s less slippery? And from what I’ve heard, the Duke has dozens of children. Why focus exclusively on him as a bargaining chip?"

Yunfeng’s Avatar laughed. "You think that boy is merely a bargaining chip? No. I specifically requested the Serenity Ascension Sect’s help in this. They told me they cannot divine his future at all. But his past from today..." He paused dramatically. "They revealed he possesses more than two spiritual roots, multiple top-tier bloodlines, and a soul so potent that corpse cultivators would literally suck your cock themselves for such a treasure."

Zetian’s eyes widened in shock. "T-This boy is a literal treasure box... ah, as expected of the Vice Clan Head. You wouldn’t involve yourself in something trivial. With his blood and flesh, we could create thousands of high-tier pills and elixirs to strengthen our disciples."

"Indeed. I paid considerable resources to have the Serenity Ascension Sect identify threats to our clan. He was first on that list. Eliminating him and his entire family takes absolute priority."

Inside the inner sanctum, Cale lay in the pagoda’s central chamber, contemplating his situation.

"It’s would be around a week here, but they’ll only need to wait a few hours outside. Sigh, times like these I wish the time dilation didn’t exist."

He wouldn’t have entered if Wang Yunfeng hadn’t departed with merely an Avatar remaining. But that departure created opportunity—a sliver of chance to escape.

He possessed no escape tools. No external communication methods. He should have been more cautious about such contingencies.

"I can only recover energy here and heal completely. Using ’that’ might be my only option left... sigh, I didn’t expect to need it this early."

He sat upright and activated all three soul bodies to cultivate simultaneously. Since his main body was also present in the mindspace, he could cultivate both physical and soul aspects in parallel.

"If I use the Hundred Year Gu, how strong could I become?"

[Host can reach desired strength depending on time allocation and target stage]

"Get me to Emperor Stage. Even Early Emperor would do."

Early Emperor Stage—the very first months of that ’Low’ stage of any realm.

[Host can maintain Low Emperor Stage for 4 minutes if Hundred Year Gu is consumed]

He sighed heavily. "Only four minutes? What can I even do in..."

Then realization struck. "Wait—can I access the shop while in Emperor Stage? And can I use beast transformation at that level? Emperors can do beast transformation right?!"

[As long as host maintains Emperor Stage cultivation, all abilities and access granted to Emperors become available]

"Phew... there’s still hope then. But what would my beast transformation be? Right—why am I even asking? It would obviously be a dragon..."

’Let’s cultivate for now.’

After days of cultivation inside the inner sanctum with all four bodies working in tandem, Cale’s understanding of Intent formed completely.

He reviewed every battle he’d ever fought here. Some were trivial. Others moderately challenging. But the truly impossible fights? Those remained in his past life—moments he’d desperately tried to forget.

His final moments haunted him still. A Transcendent Stage cultivator had casually waved his blade in passing. Just a sweep of hand, a movement performed without any effort.

And Cale’s entire platoon had been obliterated.

’Heh, was I that pathetic...?’