: Makina’s POV :

Under the intoxicating influence of my devotion to my master, Daniel, I made my way towards those who was responsible for those Cultivators who had dared to insult him.

Anger and obsession intertwined in my heart, forming a relentless storm of emotions that threatened to consume me entirely.

Jestina had taken charge of the future disciples, and I trusted her to guide them for the moment since she’s one of those whose devotion seems comparable to mine.

But my singular focus now was on those pests who had disrespected my master. Their audacity fueled the flames of my anger.

Daring to insult my god, only death is the answer and I’m not planning to let those lords die peacefully.

The anger that pulsed through me was like molten lava, searing through my veins and threatening to erupt at any moment.

I could not, would not, let their insolence go unanswered.

In the depths of my soul, I knew that I could never rest in peace until every last one of these offenders faced the consequences of their actions.

I had already taken the lives of the disrespectful cultivators, but the ones who had orchestrated their insolence were next on my list.

With each step I took, my obsession with my master grew, binding me ever tighter to him.

My mission was clear, to obliterate the pests that had dared to insult Daniel and to ensure that no would dare to insult.

A the same time, to protect and honour my master above all else.

I would do whatever it took, pay any price, to ensure his name remained untarnished.

It didn’t take long for me to reach the residence of one of the lord and it was Lord Dian.

But as I made my way to his entrance, I was confronted by a group of guards.

”Stop!” One of them drew their swords and pointed directly towards me.

”Who are you!” One of them questioned and I couldn’t be bothered with them.

Without looking back, I snapped my hands, and both of the guards suddenly went silent.

Their expressions turned cold, and in unison, they uttered in a chilling voice with empty eyes, “All for the Heavenly Master.”

With such eerie mood, they drew their own weapons and took their own lives, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground at my feet.

Their sacrifice served a purpose for master.

Inside Lord Dian’s residence, the atmosphere had grown tense due to the earlier scene with the guards I had confronted.

As I made my way further inside, more guards and cultivators appeared, forming a formidable presence that sought to intimidate me.

One of the cultivators, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward with a sneer.

“Who do you think you are, barging into Lord Dian’s residence like this?” he demanded, his tone dripping with arrogance.

I met his gaze with cold eye “I am a disciple of the Heavenly Harem Sect, and I have a matter of great importance to ‘discuss’ with Lord Dian,” I replied calmly.

Another guard, clearly agitated by my presence, stepped forward, brandishing his weapon.

“You’re in way over your head, girl,” he threatened, his voice laced with hostility.

“Leave now, or you’ll regret it.”

I didn’t flinch in the face of their threats. Instead, I stood my ground, my eyes filled with killing intent.

A part of me briefly considered sparing them not because out of pity, but they may serve a purpose for master.

But it became apparent that reasoning with them would be futile.

I couldn’t comprehend why some cultivators seemed to seek death willingly, but it’s fine since it’ll make it easier for me.

With an unaffected heart, I decided to employ the same method I had used with the previous guards.

I focused my energy on manipulating their minds, gradually erasing their threatening demeanour.

In its place, an eerie smile twisted their expressions, and in unison, they uttered the words, “All for the Heavenly Master.”

To add a sinister twist to the scene, they turned their blades on each other, slicing their own throats with a horrifying willingness.

The sight was gruesome with their lifeless bodies dropping on the ground, but I didn’t feel anything. In fact, the sight was wonderful as they died due to a great cause for master.

Eventually, I found and entered the room where Lord Dian was seated, his attention seemingly consumed by his daily tasks.

“What is it?”? His initial response held a hint of irritation, and it was clear that he had mistaken me for one of the maids or servants.

“Didn’t I tell you to knock before coming in?” His voice grew colder.

“You’re mistaking me for someone else” I called out to him.

Lord Dian’s cold eyes bore into me as he lifted his head, clearly growing more vigilant by the moment.

His initial assumption that I was a mere maid had crumbled, and now he was grappling with the realization that my presence was far more significant.

“You’re not a maid that I’ve hired… Who are you!?” he demanded, his furrowed brow revealing his growing unease.

With a calm expression, I answered, “I’m a disciple of the Heavenly Harem Sect, and I’m here to kill you.”

Lord Dian’s reaction was far from what I had anticipated.

Instead of taking my declaration seriously, he burst into laughter. “Ridiculous,” he scoffed. “Kill me? You? On what terms?”

In his arrogance, he attempted to call for the guards and cultivators, but to his surprise, no assistance arrived.

Lord Dian’s initial disbelief and mockery gave way to anger and frustration as he realized that he was isolated and powerless to call for assistance.

His demeanor grew more aggressive, and he couldn’t hide his fury at the unexpected turn of events.

“I never thought that one day a little girl would dare to break into my residence and kill the cultivators that I had hired,” he sneered, his disbelief evident in his words.

“Such insolence.” His threats and anger didn’t deter me in the slightest.

“You don’t know what you’ve done, little girl,” Lord Dian continued, his voice dripping with menace.

“And for breaking into my house, you will be sentenced to death!”

Lord Dian’s sudden transformation was startling, his eyes turning red as he lunged toward me with blinding speed, aiming to grab my throat.

However, I had anticipated his attack and swiftly dodged to the side, causing him to crash against the wall with a resounding thud.

“You’re slow,” I remarkedn with disdain as I watched him struggle to recover.

Lord Dian, clearly embarrassed by his failed attack, tried to save face.

“Oh? You’re not bad for dodging, but I wasn’t even serious,” he claimed, attempting to downplay his earlier failure.

But I had no intention of wasting any more time with him.

However, as soon as I discovered his true nature to use my abilities, I became disgusted.

He was a man who had sacrificed his own family to boost his cultivation, and I had just discovered that the plague that had afflicted our land had been planned by all ten lords, including him.

As I stood before Lord Dian, my anger boiled within me as the realization that the lords were responsible for the plague settled in.

The memories of the pain that my sister and I had endured due to their actions fueled my fury, and I felt an overwhelming desire for justice. 𝙚𝙙𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙚𝙡.𝙤𝙧𝒈

But amidst the anger and confusion, a thought occurred to me.

If these events hadn’t transpired, would I have ever crossed paths with my master?

It was a question that left me momentarily perplexed, but I soon realized that dwelling on the past was futile.

What mattered now was the present.

I decided that I wouldn’t end Lord Dian’s life just yet.

Instead, I would make it a meaningful and impactful event, one that would greatly increase my master’s presence.

I turned my head toward Lord Dian, and with the power at my disposal, I began to reshape the very essence of his mind.

Every aspect of his being—the idols he worshipped, his emotions, his feelings, and even his very existence—was now entirely devoted to my one and only god, Daniel.

“From now on, your existence will be dedicated solely to serving Master,” I declared.

“Everything you do will be for the sake of Master. Gather as many women as you can for Master and spread the word of his greatness.”

As I spoke, I could feel the power of my influence taking hold, and the clarity in Lord Dian’s eyes was replaced with a new madness—a fanaticism for Master Daniel.

“Yes! For the sake of the Heavenly Master!”

Lord Dian exclaimed, his voice filled with newfound devotion.

I couldn’t help but smile as I looked upon the transformation I had wrought.

This man had become a puppet, completely devoted to Master Daniel.

It was a method that would serve my master well, and I realized that I could use it on the remaining lords to further increase my master’s influence and authority