Chapter 196: Violetta Chooses Private Hell
Damian had already left the four women behind and returned to his own peak.
After all, Garvek was still locked inside the sealed side room, and Damian had no interest in watching the four women slowly tear secrets out of him.
That kind of troublesome work was better left to people who actually enjoyed it.
Damian walked through the sect with relaxed steps, his Golden Core aura hidden beneath his robe.
On the way back, he happened to meet a beautiful inner disciple carrying a stack of old jade slips.
The girl looked tired, but her eyes were clear and stubborn.
A system screen immediately appeared.
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[Target Detected]
[Multiplier: 50×]
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Damian’s eyes brightened slightly.
"Oh? A small treasure chest on the road."
He walked over with a casual smile. "Junior Sister, you look like you’re about to collapse from cultivation pressure."
The girl blinked at him. "Senior Brother Damian?"
Damian took out a small jade bottle and placed it in her hand. "Here. Mid-Rank Noble Grade [Spirit Gathering Pills]. Use them carefully."
The girl froze. "Senior Brother, why are you giving this to me? This is too precious."
Damian waved his hand. "Don’t worry. I’m a generous man, especially toward beautiful, hardworking women."
Her face turned red at once. "T-Thank you for your gift, Senior Brother. You really are the same as the rumors say... generous to women."
Damian only grinned and left her behind while looking at the system screen.
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[Gift: 10 Mid-Rank Noble Grade [Spirit Gathering Pills]]
[Multiplier: 50×]
[Critical Multiplier Triggered]
[Return Reward: 500 Top-Rank Noble Grade [Spirit Gathering Pills]]
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Damian nodded in satisfaction and continued walking.
The moment he arrived at his peak, he was quite surprised that his master was not there.
A moment later, he shrugged and entered his room. "Whatever. If she’s not here, that’s even better."
He sat down on the cultivation mat, took out the Top-Rank Noble Grade [Spirit Gathering Pills], and began circulating his Chaos Qi.
The Sword Tomb would open soon.
No matter how shameless he was, Damian knew he could not enter that place carelessly.
Meanwhile, back at the four women’s residence, Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, and Evelyn finally woke up.
For several breaths, no one spoke.
Helena covered her face with one hand. "Damn it... Master really is a bastard. He played with us the whole night and left early like nothing happened."
Linsey’s face turned red, but her aura was clearly stronger than before. "Still... Master’s essence was really good for us."
Cynthia gently touched her dantian. "My Qi has become more abundant. I think we can break through to Golden Core soon."
Evelyn’s cold eyes turned toward the sealed side room. "Before that, Garvek."
The warmth in the room disappeared almost instantly.
Helena stood up and cracked her neck. "Right. Put more talismans on him first. Make sure he can’t escape."
Linsey picked up a wooden club with a bright smile. "And knock him out again."
From the sealed room, Garvek suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
At the same time, Selvara arrived at the Heavenly Palace.
Her figure appeared above the entrance like a sword shadow cutting through the clouds.
The guards below immediately felt their bodies stiffen.
That cold sword pressure was far too obvious.
A moment later, Vivian’s soft laughter came from inside the pavilion near the gate. "You finally came."
Vivian was already waiting there, dressed in graceful blue robes, her long hair falling over one shoulder.
Her calm purple eyes carried a gentle but dangerous amusement, as if she had expected Selvara to arrive today.
Beside her stood Violetta.
Compared to before, Violetta’s aura had become much steadier.
Her eyes were clearer, her posture more elegant, and the weak helplessness she once carried had faded by a lot.
Selvara landed in front of them and looked at Violetta directly.
For a few breaths, she said nothing.
Violetta lowered her head respectfully. "Grandmaster."
Selvara’s cold eyes swept over her once before she nodded faintly. "Good. You’re already at the Fifth Stage Foundation Establishment Realm."
Violetta’s fingers tightened slightly.
Vivian smiled softly. "She has been working hard. Much harder than before."
Selvara’s expression did not change. "Hard work is good, but it’s not enough."
Violetta raised her gaze.
Selvara continued calmly, "Because of Vivian, Nolan’s prestige has fallen a lot. His righteous image is cracking, and fewer people will feel sad if he dies."
She then turned toward Vivian. "You did well."
Vivian laughed lightly. "How rare... praise from you. How scary, but satisfying at the same time."
Selvara ignored the teasing and looked back at Violetta. "That means your revenge should end as soon as possible. The longer it drags on, the more chances he has to recover his reputation or hide behind others."
Violetta’s eyes slowly sharpened.
Selvara’s voice became colder. "However, with your current strength, you are still too weak."
Those words were harsh, but Violetta did not flinch.
She clenched her hands and lowered her head. "I understand, Grandmaster."
Selvara nodded. "Good. Then answer me. Do you want private training? If you accept, once the Sword Tomb ends, I will take you to end your own story with him."
Violetta did not hesitate. "Yes, Grandmaster. I accept your private training."
Her voice was soft, but the resolve inside it was clear. "I want to become strong enough to take revenge with my own hands and end this story as soon as possible."
Selvara’s eyes carried a faint trace of approval. "Good."
She turned toward Vivian. "You join me in training her."
Vivian blinked. "Me?"
Selvara said calmly, "Your style suits her best. Beauty, charm, softness, deception, patience, and killing without looking like you are killing. Those things are not my specialty."
Vivian sighed softly and looked at Violetta with helpless affection. "Fine then. For my disciple, I’ll help."
Violetta’s heart warmed slightly. "Master Vivian..."
Vivian smiled gently. "Don’t thank me yet. Training under both of us will not be pleasant."
Selvara’s gaze turned cold. "Pleasant training creates weak disciples."
Vivian laughed. "See? This is why everyone says sword cultivators are insane."
Selvara ignored her again and looked at Violetta. "Prepare yourself. From today onward, I’ll turn you into a song Nolan cannot survive."