Seduce The Villainess (GL)

(Secret Headquarters Of The Crimson Demon Sect)

(Hidden Mountain Range)

News travelled fast.

In fact, the entire sect was in an uproar after rumors spread that the position of successor had been filled by some unknown cultivator who fell from the sky.

A woman wearing a silvery grey mask and wearing tattered robes that were bloody and torn apart.

Of course, thanks to the word of mouth, the tale had changed so much that new variations were now being told about the first appearance of this mysterious figure. 

Some said that she descended from the heavens while others claimed that she emerged from the ground in a fiery explosion of ash and brimstone…

And those were the stories on the tamer side!

Part of the reason why there was so much intrigue was the fact that no one knew who this mysterious cultivator was.

But they all knew that she had to be important.

Yang Xia had left the position of successor empty for decades due to her son\'s disappearance and for someone to cause her to break that taboo…

They must be supremely talented or powerful.

Everyone could sense the winds of change were upon the Crimson Demon Sect. The entire hierarchy of power was going to shift.

The successor would still need to maintain their position and fight off any challengers but if she was successful then her place as the future head of the sect was assured.

Many factions inside the sect quickly sent out investigative agents and spies to try and find out more information about this mysterious woman\'s personality.

What was she like? Did she have any desires or needs? 

What were her weaknesses? What were her strengths? What weapons did she use?

But they all returned empty handed to their masters. It was like the masked cultivator had vanished into thin air.

No one could find out where she was.

And that only raised the level of intrigue. 

Through the process of elimination many informed elders speculated that she was undergoing closed door training with Yang Xia before the challenge ceremony begun.

She may have even taught her successor the secrets of the most terrible cultivation art that only two people in the sect were allowed to practice at any given time.

The Heavenly Reversal Technique.

It was this cultivation method that firmly cemented Yang Xia as the unrivalled powerhouse who no one could match.

Those who practised this method were stronger than their peers at the same cultivation level and could even sacrifice their lifespans for even greater strength.

That may sound like a high cost but for cultivators who lived for tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of years… it was nothing.

But naturally… there were some who were not happy with this news. 

Certain forces were already drawing up plans on how to stop this stranger from becoming the second highest authority in the sect.

Many wielded a tremendous amount of power and influence under the current hierarchy in place and did not want to see any changes that would shake things up.

And others… were just bitter.

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(Third Peak- Private Cave)

"Damn it! Damn it! THAT FUCKING BITCH!" an angry young man roared as he slammed his fist into the wall with so much force that the skin on his knuckles tore apart.

Blood slowly leaked from the wounds on his bruised flesh, but he was so caught up in his rage that he barely noticed.

The young man looked to be in his early twenties with a striking appearance that usually attracted the attention of the young female disciples in the sect.

He possessed a tall and muscular physique along with fiery red hair that was tied into a neat long ponytail.

His sharp jawline could cut glass, he possessed a confident grin and an aura of strength that made him a very popular figure among the younger generation.

But his handsome face was now contorted into a painful expression that was a mixture of hatred, disappointment, and anger.

"Young master…. please…" a hunched back servant approached the young cultivator and tried to calm him down with soothing words.

That was a mistake.

Slash!

The servant stiffened in shock as a thin red line ran down the middle of his body. He didn\'t even see when his young master had unsheathed the sword that hung from his hip.

He stood silently for a moment before the two halves of his body split apart and his corpse fell to the ground in a jumbled mess of flesh and organs.

Guo Rui\'s eyes were as red as his hair as he approached the corpse and kicked the dead body which scattered bits of flesh all across the room.

How dare she… how dare she… HOW DARE SHE!

He was the greatest. He was the most popular. He possessed heaven defying talent and a rare and unique physique.

No one could match him among his peers.

No one.

All of his rivals had long admitted their inferiority or had been killed. There was no third option in Guo Rui\'s eyes.

In his mind the successor position being transferred to him was simply a matter of time until the Sect Leader got over the loss of her son.

It was only a matter of time.

And yet… now some unknown woman from gods knows where suddenly fell out of the sky and took the position from him.

The position that he had trained his whole life for. All those hours of mediation, sacrifice, and training… all for nothing.

"I\'ll kill her…" Guo Rui touched the bloody edge of his sword and felt the warm crimson liquid stain his fingertips.

Fortunately, there was still hope.

The successor could be chosen by the Sect Leader, but their position would only be confirmed if they survived the challenge ceremony.

Any member within their cultivation level who disagreed with the decision could challenge the successor to a life-or-death fight.

No one could interfere. 

No matter what happened in the arena… no one would stop the fight and give the fighters a chance to rest.

Guo Rui gripped his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. 

He knew what he had to do to take the position that should have been rightfully his.

He would need to kill for it.

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(Twelfth Peak- Back Of The Mountain)

"Darling… I don\'t want you to get caught up in all that successor nonsense," a lazy feminine voice rang out through the clearing.

A very attractive woman holding a white fan across her mouth leaned back against a nearby tree and watched her disciple standing in the middle of a field.

"Look… isn\'t life more fun here?" Mo Qing yawned sleepily as she pointed at the edge of the clearing where several naked men were tied up in ropes and chains.

Each man\'s body was covered in whip marks and scars however there was a wide grin on each of their faces and their bodies would occasionally writhe about in ecstasy.

"We have toys… entertainment… mhmmm… actually I wouldn\'t mind adding a few more to my collection…" Mo Qing\'s voice trailed off as she bit her lips seductively.

The witch of pleasure.

That was the nickname that she was called by some in the Crimson Demon Sect. 

It was a nickname that always made Mo Qing laughed and feel a bit proud.

Many men and even some women in the sect sought her out thanks to her reputation so it was easy to add more \'lovers\' to her ever-growing harem.

It was just a shame that most could only last for a few weeks until the overflowing pleasure drove them mad…

Mo Qin hated having to throw away her broken toys.

"Master…" a clear melodic voice interrupted the charming female cultivator\'s musings. Mo Qing looked at her apprentice who stood silently.

Mei Ling was the complete opposite of her.

While she wore form fitting clothes that emphasized her voluptuous figure, her apprentice just had on simple blue robes that fell down to her ankles.

Mo Qing practised dual cultivation arts while her apprentice fell in love with the sword and healing techniques.

Honestly there were quite a few times when Mo Qing wondered where she had gone wrong while teaching her apprentice.

It was like the young woman didn\'t even want to form her own harem or host the bi-monthly orgies on the peak!

"I must become the successor in order to restore your reputation and bring glory to the twelfth peak," Mei Ling spoke solemnly as she bowed her head.

"Huh? What\'s wrong with my reputation?" Mo Qing raised an eyebrow and asked with confusion evident in her voice.

"I think it\'s fairly accurate…"